Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But you're... You're dead.
What's going on here?
It's from my own blend of oolong.
Nothing can stop us now, Puzzler.
Try, Robin.
"Puzzles" has seven letters.
We'd have been here sooner, but Grand Avenue is all torn up.
Phew.
Looks like we're flying blind, Batman.
Good boy, Robin, it's working.
Why, the scoundrel!
But we know his hideout is in that Globe Balloon Factory.
A-okay, Rocket. Onto the deed.
I tried to warn you, Mr. Knab.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Those pictures of the plane's control panels, plus these pictures of the plane's plans...
for a party I'm giving for underprivileged children.
when it began to rain. Gosh, that's a tough one.
What's going on here? What's going on here?
- Zounds. - Exactly.
What could it mean?
Not even Puzzler could prevent that.
is if you've already taken pictures of the cockpit, why do you need more?
- Oh, flatterer. - Ha-ha-ha-ha.
My soul is full of discord and dismay.
Look, the invisible ink is appearing.
Any reason why he would be trying to fleece me?
Follow me.