Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sing what?
NARRATOR". We have already seen the great maestro of the keyboard, Chandell.
A legal question.
Disaster. Which way out?
- What, Batman? - Back to Wayne Manor...
but it is time to end this criminal symphony.
I've just thought of a beautiful new plan.
In today's climate, that could land us behind bars.
Holy Paderewski.
- Are you certain, madam? - Oh, yes, Alfred, I'm quite certain.
Of my poor darlin'
How come we didn't get punched full of holes?
Until the day we meet again
- I'll round up those crooked cookies. - No, Robin, wait.
A hundred thousand bucks, payable by midnight tonight...
- He was not Chandell. - Oh, dear me.
With my profoundest admiration, Mrs. Cooper...
then vamp Aunt Harriet, marry the Wayne fortune.
To the Batmobile.
Then I'll sneak 5 million out of our joint checking account...
I have a little plan of my own.
It appears she has another, um, ahem, secret rendezvous...
Nice singing, Robin.
And I recall, he...
- Blow him a lullaby. - Right, Harry doll.