Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A fair duel? With that crooked bird?
Answer it.
Costume Device off.
Ah, there you are, Mr. Wayne. Good day, Mr. Wayne.
No. Your eloquence has gained you freedom, Mr. Penguin.
from the wrist of one Mrs. Harriet Cooper.
Sinister.
What do we do? Cut them with our Insulated Bat-clippers?
Your host and colleague, Mr. Quertch.
- What's happened? - Who is he, Pengy?
The one that we tried to bump off in the trunk. Better have a look.
- Quack. - The job of crime-fighting is theirs.
He felt, he felt!
Mr. Quertch. - Heh.
What? A super-crook like him in a mere city jail?
Up with your flippers.
One I'm sure you'll find very, very satisfying.
Another day, another way.
It's a catered affair, madam.
I was apprehended in the act of heisting a diamond bracelet...
- I'm honored, Comrade Penguin. - Heh, heh.
In other words, the acts of which you're accused...
And he will be cooked before your very eyes...
Rendezvous with Ballpoint Baxter in the next cell.
Eh. Hello? This is Mr. P. N. Guin.
That brainy bird of prey, the Penguin.
There. That ought to do that thing. That ought to do it.