Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You called, madam?
All right, canary, start talking.
Hey, kiddies.
We've been tracking you via a secret radio placed in Mrs. Cooper's handbag.
so to speak...
I have plans for you.
Chandell in hot pursuit.
Robin, with every ounce of breath that's left in you...
Or an artist who takes up crime?
He's got a plot to get his mitts on the entire fortune of millionaire Bruce Wayne.
Holy Bluebeard.
Will you be wishing my services for the next few hours?
Look around you, sweet fool.
However, all philosophy aside...
Because of the notes I selected.
Heh. A person just does what he has to do...
No, no, please!
Precisely.
They were enlarging a photograph of me.
How bizarre.
A sworn crime-fighter who tries to take justice in his own hands.
In vain, Chandell struck by a remote piano control.