Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We should try to find her and thank her.

We got the 10 grand, Pengy. Why ruffle your feathers?

Gosh, yes, she'd be great.

Iron Marshmallow in the big race.

I thought you should know.

Bruce, let me ride Waynebeau. I'm light enough.

"Wanted. For private collections."

He is fiendishly evil, the most dangerous kind of fraud.

Apparently Alfred didn't hear the telephone. What can I do for you, Ms. Gordon?

- What's that, the racing news? - No, this is the Saturday review of folios.

- You too, Lulu Schultz. - Lulu Schultz?

Yes, this is A.L. Fredd.

I'm so glad you hijacked Wally Bootmaker.

and Bumbershoot again trying to challenge. Parasol is third.

I suspected he might make this move and I prepared a counter one.

And it's just possible that a certain live Penguin...

I feel we're one step closer, Dick.

"Will pay top prices. Mr. A. L. Fredd."

- I better go make my bet. - Yeah.

Oh, I'm enjoying this. Don't bother.

As head of the library's board of trustees, he'd be upset at the loss of a rare item.

Here comes Waynebeau to Bumbershoot. It's Bumbershoot still in front.

But the big bet, Sammy, is Parasol.

Your favorite librarian would love it. Just let me freshen up a little bit.

I don't know if Mr. Wayne is here or...

Doesn't it, though?

I'll get another jockey to ride Parasol.

- I don't care how, just get rid of him. - Right, Penguin.

A darling Spanish boy.

NARRATOR". But as the horses come out on the track, what's this?

She also happens to know Bruce Wayne, who knows Batman...

When you're now out $10,000 to that pompous purloiner?