Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can we have a word together?

Your odds haven't been too good this afternoon, Penguin.

Bumbershoot is not steady yet, not straight. They're waiting on Bumbershoot.

Well, it's simple enough. They know you there. Just apply plenty of this.

Who's that riding your horse, Waynebeau, Mr. Wayne?

You mean, a real arch-criminal has turned up here in the library?

On the inside, Parasol and Waynebeau.

I'm sure Mr. Wayne has many other important things on his mind.

All right, I'll take it, but pay cash, Sammy. Ha, ha, ha.

I wish you were Spanish.

But don't say anything about it yet.

Well, Robin, to the Batcave.

The location of Penguin's hideout, for one thing.

I'll just call. I'm sure that our 10 grand is gonna be in the feed bag, Lulu.

Well, here we are. Business as usual, huh?

And suppose Batman did tell you that the race must be run?

It's Waynebeau coming clear.

Probably that goat from the glue factory.

if Batman, for instance, told me that this race must be run...

Yes, as racing secretary of this meet, I have a duty to owners, trainers, officials...

I still want Penguin to play out his hand, Robin.

Bumbershoot is second, Waynebeau is third.

Because I smell a deep and dire plot in all this.

But if I did win, wouldn't that upset all your plans?

What is that third horse doing down there?

Pengy, all we wanna do is win a horse race.

Never mind, Barbara, I can make it.

on a Spanish-speaking horse. Ha, ha.