Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

after he's, uh, paid me a small ransom...
But this time, please, please be expressive.
An aviator was carrying his clothes home from the cleaners when it began to rain.
Open locks, whoever knocks!
I did my job, Puzzler. Now you do yours.
The envelope.
little old Rocket O'Rourke having tea with a great big tycoon like you...
and which I find quite appropriate.
Not entirely.
How high are they now?
We were thinking of sending a man over to check.
Fret not, Blimpy, they don't even know we've found this shed...
- That's it, Robin. - What?
Merry Christmas.
The plane's fueled up and ready to go, but they left two guards in front.
I don't hear any ticking.
- I'll come with you. - Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Knab.
How unbearably scrumptious.
Monopoly...
That's a quote from...
Holy ghost writer. There's nothing on it.
Yes, Puzzler, shut again.