Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[tires screeching]

in Mr. Bowinkle's hat.

Feed it a question about dozens.

Six more kidnappings.

She was mixed up with that miserable Jervis Tetch.

I'll get back to you.

One hat left, the key that will hoist our opponent

'Then perhaps you can take me out for a bite to eat.'

Ahem, I thought I might find you here, sir.

But getting out of that plaster tomb was impossible.

And the jurors, Madam Magda, the chef, the fire chief

is of course our secret.

and black-footed albatross, sir.

What maybe useful in tracing a person's descent.

I think it's high time

tell him we found the Mad Hatter's lair.

try to clean up this very different mess. try to clean up this very different mess.

I'm sure you'll be glad to know you're this week's prize winner.

Put him on the conveyor belt.

I mean, family descent.

Up to her pretty neck in evil.

Uh...Turkey Bowinkle?

And I think Batman will end up in my hat factory after all.

If I maybe allowed, sir.

Owning the Gothsonian institution's

Where is the prize winning little head piece right now?

It's a long way up.

On second thought, Alfred, tell her, you'll be late for dinner.