Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There. That ought to do that thing. That ought to do it. There. That ought to do that thing. That ought to do it.
Right. First thing...
but to protect myself by any means at my disposal.
What's the setup?
Of course. It will be an honor, Batman.
- Ah. - Good gravy.
Well done, my sweet.
Surrender that gigantic pie.
Dear me, most serious.
Police headquarters.
Shoo, you hideous creatures! Shoo!
don't endeavor to capture him yourselves. Call the police.
A fake. Another attempt to get into the pen.
I felt in this peculiar situation...
What about the underprivileged criminal?
Unless you compensate me...
Remarkable indeed, sir.
- Quack. - Come on.
Under what do we live in Gotham City, sir?
He's an impostor.
Ah, fingerprints.
Will the prisoner Penguin rise and state how he pleads?
What now? Some nitwit complaining about a fly in his caviar?
Has my man arrived?