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Hurtling through the skies like a red and

blue rocket, Superman, returning from an

errand of mercy on the other side of the

world, streaks into an open window in the

Daily Planet building, where he resumes

his guise of Clark Kent,

mild-mannered reporter.

At that very moment,Cub reporter Jimmy

Olsen tears out of the lobby and leaps

into a taxi which seems to have been

waiting for him.

Wait! I haven't even told you where I

want to go! Grinning evily, the

sinister-faced driver leans forward and

pushes a series of buttons on his

dashboard. Suddenly, a steel blind zips

up to cover the rear window. Then the

window's on the right and on the left.

Startled, frightened, Jimmy crowns on the

back of the driver's seat. Stop!

StopLet me out of here!

I got him, boss. See you at the factory.

Last stop, Olsen. Come on.

Ah, the cub reporter, James Olsen.

Leave us, Peco. I'm warning you, mister.

Superman is a friend of mine. He'll come

to my rescue. I certainly hope so,

because I'm going to trap your friend,

Superman. And you, Jimmy, will

be the bait. A lot of good. That'll do

you. You're no match for Superman.

Perhaps this will change your mind.

Luthor! Superman's archenemy!

Yes! The man of flesh

will destroy the man of steel.

Boss! Urgent! Downstairs!

You can't escape. So don't try

anything, Olsen. Great!

And me without my emergency signal watch!

Yeah?Jimmy! Where are you?I was

kidnapped. Luthor is holding me prisoner.

He plans to trap Superman. I'm

the decoy. I'm in a paint factory.

I don't know where. Tell Clark to warn

Superman about the trap. It

worked. You're a real genius, boss.

They might be back at any second. I

better hang up. Jimmy?

Jimmy! He hung up. A

paint factory?Can't call the police.

Have them check every paint factory in

town. We must find that boy and get him

away from Luthor. I'll do my best, Perry.

No time for the police.

This is a job for Superman.

Now, this, my young friend, is my

latest invention. It is a

kryptonite ray gun. Ha-ha!

I see youknow what Kryptonite does to

Superman. So

now our trap is set, and

soon it will be sprung. Take your

positions, men.

There's another one. This one is the

Rotful Paint Cup-- wait.

Rotful, spelled backwards, is Luthor.

This must be it. Down.

Won't you come into my parlor, said

the spider to the fly.

Luthor. All

right, men, come out firing.

Pain. It's destroying me.

Kryptonite. Must...

try. Get away.

What?What's happening?

Ray is not affecting me. I...

I'm getting stronger. The

paint. That's it. This is a

lead-based paint and Krypton. I can't

go through lead. My

eyes must keep them closed.

No problem. With my super hearing, I can

zero in on the buzz of their guns like

radar. Hey, Groupon, what's

happening?I'm not

sure. Keep hiring at him.

Superman, please! We was only kidding!

Luther made us do it!So I can

find you whenever I want you, I'm going

to drop each of you into his most

becoming color. Now, red for you,

orange for you, blue

for you, sunny boy.

And since you're turning purple, Luthor,

that's you, Superman. That's the color

for you.

Superman, what happened to you?Oh,

just a temporary paint job, Jimmy.

Boy, what a colorful bunch of gangsters.

What are we going to do with them,

Superman?We'll have the police pick them

up and book them. In a

coloring book?