Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Put them on ice! Ice!
Our demands.
And in its place was a message from Mr. Freeze.
There must be some solution.
beneath the Bruce Wayne Ice Arena.
- Mr. Freeze escaped us. - I am aware of that, Batman.
It is some kind of a trick.
- Don't touch the dials. - Darling.
It's a hooded Siberian and Alaskan outer garment.
As far as Mr. Freeze is concerned, you are.
Even crime fighters need their sleep, Robin.
Darling.
Bruce Wayne, Batman, Robin.
Frozen to its very marrow.
Well, hurry, Batman, hurry, time now belongs to Mr. Freeze.
Take the professor back to the ice wagon.
Say no more, Alfred.