Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- No luck, eh? - Our hopes were blasted.
My act's been slipping, you know.
Get me the editor of the Gotham City Times.
[gunfire]
the most super-sensational escape device ever invented.
Oh, show me.
The morning newspaper, sir. It just arrived.
Lab report, negative.
- Oh, indeed, we will. - Thank you, sir.
Holy backfire. What have they done to poor Aunt..
- Do you feel alright, ma'am? - Hmm? Oh, yes. Certainly.
Correct, Chief O'Hara.
with those tiny mirrors in her hat.
'Amazing. Come here and look.'
I have a scheme to throw our enemies into confusion.
The devil of an unknown bandit.
...two years on this case
No, impossible. She's safely up the river.
[dramatic music]
[indistinct chattering]
[theme music]
- We need your cooperation. - Oh, just name it, Batman.
Yes, I'm inclined to agree.
Correct again, which leads to only one possible conclusion.
of one hundred thousand dollars
Your scheme has worked, but not quite the way you planned.
What is the world coming to?
Isn't that the famous Bat-signal?
- Batman here. - Shocking news, Batman.
We'll hide on the balcony. Over and out.
I fear you're growing cynical, Chief O'Hara.
If we dash, we can catch part of it.
Why exactly one hundred thousand dollars?
Those are fiber patterns, alright.
Holy hole in a doughnut! What happened?
How could I know, Eivol?