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Faster than a speeding bullet. More

powerful than a locomotive.

Able to leap tall buildings at a single

bound.

Look up in the sky.

It's a bird. It's a plane. It's

Superman. It's Superman,

Man of God.

Superman, marketed to Earth as an infant

from the distant planet Krypton,

exploded. And who disguised as Clark

Kent, wild planet reporter for the Daily

Planet, fights a never-ending battle for

truth, justice, and freedom with

superpowers far beyond those of ordinary

boyhoods. It's Superman, Superman,

Superman, Superman.

Spiffany's Jewelry Shop is the most

heavily guarded place in Metropolis. For

inside, on display, is the star of

Sirocco, world's largest diamond,

which seems even to attract Metropolis'

most famous citizen, Superman.

Hey, Superman! He's stealing the

diamond!

Later, at a pier where bars of gold are

being loaded for ship and depraud, once

again, a colorful figure comes zooming

out of the sky.

Superman! Holy cow, Superman's

taking off with the gold! I can't believe

it!Again?Has an

armored truck carries hundreds of

thousands of dollars to Metropolis

National Bank?

Superman stealing?I can't

believe it! Look! He's coming

back!

What's going on here, Jimmy?What's

happened?I don't know, Superman. But I'm

sure there must be a good reason why you

committed those crimes. Me?

You must be kidding. I saw you steal an

armored truck just a few minutes ago.

Well, that's impossible, Jimmy.

Show me where I'm supposed to have

committed these crimes. Sure,

Superman. Come on! Up, up,

and away! At this very

moment, in a mountain cavern not far from

Metropolis, one of Superman's arch

enemies,The Toy Man gloats

over the success of his latest criminal

project.

What do you think of my Superman robot

now, gentlemen?Is this, or is this not,

the greatest frame-up of the century?No

doubt about it, Toy Man, but sooner or

later the cops are going to start

shooting at it. It will make no

difference, my skeptical friend.

Watch this.

See?Bullets bounce off his

hide, just like Superman. But

suppose someone gets close enough to see

he really ain't Superman. Why don't you

try?Go ahead.

Help! Toy Man, help!This

demonstration should convince you that

anyone who gets too close to my Superman

is a dead duck. Even,

even the railed Superman?We'll soon

find out, for my robot has already

planted the clues that will lead Superman

straight to his doom.

Carrying the young cub reporter, Superman

streaks out over the countryside. His

microscopic supervision, ferreting out

the trail of tiny oil droplets left by

the evil toy man, Super Robot. Here

comes Superman. I'll duck out quickly!

There's the answer.

A robot replica of myself. Jeepers!

Ohh

Kryptonite.

The Toy Man. Correct, little man.

And this is another of my ingenious toys,

a weapon that emits beams of Kryptonite.

Ohh

The one substance that renders Superman

weak as a kitten. And now that

Superman is indisposed...

I can program my robot for the wildest

rampage this town has ever seen.

Toy man, I oughta. Don't try anything,

young man.

So long, my super robot. Bring back

lots of juicy loot.

Jimmy, listen.

Get lead apron

by the X-ray machine. Cover.

Kryptonite beam. I get it.

Hang on, Superman. Just where do you

think you're going, young fellow?Here,

toy man!

That lead apron, it's blocking off the

kryptonite. Good work, Jimmy.

Stop him!

Attaboy, Superman!Come on,

Jimmy. I'll drop you off or you can call

the police. Then I'll go find the robot.

Superman drops Jimmy off, then speeds to

a rendezvous with the renegade robot.

Resuming his secret identity of Daily

Planet reporter Clark Kent, the Man of

Steel reads the story. Superman

Foils the Toyman by Jimmy

Olsen. Great story, Jimmy. Gee, thanks,

Mr. Kent. Got this scoop all by

yourself, ehWell, uh..

I... I guess I had a

little help. I mean, even you

once in a while need an assist from

Superman, right?You're right, Jimmy.