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A new amusement park opens in the

outskirts of Metropolis, and cub reporter

Jimmy Olsen is assigned to cover it for

the Daily Planet. Suddenly, he becomes

aware of a shocked reaction to a number

of strange occurrences which defy

explanation.

Jimmy hurriedly calls Clark Kent for

help. And almost before the frantic Jimmy

hangs up the phone, Superman comes

streaking out of the sky.

Just as the soy airplanes on the aerial

ride become detached, swooping and

banking as if they were self-powered.

They'll never know I may do their planes

fly.

Sheep or Superman, how do those fake

planes fly by themselves?I don't know,

Jimmy. But I'm going to try to find out.

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, wait 'til

they see this one.

Now for the carousel!

My little pranks sure are keeping old

Superman busy!

What wonderful sport! Now I'll...

Uh-oh. I've been spotted. One

of those statues is alive. That must be

the troublemaking imp. Don't you touch

me, you... you super duper party goober!

Now look here. You've spoiled my fun.

Some fun endangering the lives of people.

I never meant to hurt anyone. Famous last

words. Just who are you, little man?My

name is Mitchy Spidley.

Mix-what?Mixes...

Putlick. Mr. and

Mrs. Putlick to you. I come from the

fifth dimension. I love to come here and

play funny tricks on people. Look, do us

a favor and go back to your own

dimension. The only way I can return to

my own dimension is to say my name

backwards. And I don't intend to say it,

until I'm through having fun here.

Mixes Putlick backwards?That's, uh, uh,

kilt-pzixem. It doesn't work if you say

it. I have to say it. But I won't,

because if I do, I can't come back for 90

days. I'll take you back myself.

Cute little imp. But he's a troublemaker.

How can I get him to say his name

backwards?

Could you help me, sir?I was told to see

this doctor right away, but I have

something in my eye, and I can't read his

name. Could you read it for me, please?

Of course I can. Hmm

It says Dr. Kilpas...

Uh-oh. That's my name spelled backwards.

You can tell your friend Superman that

I'm too smart for him. He can't trick me.

Strike two. I'll have to think of

another way.

Boy, oh boy, oh boy. Fireworks. I can

have some real fun with this.

What are you doing here?I knew you'd come

here, Mr. Mixpickle. My name is

not Mixpickle. It's

Mixiespickle... Uh, what do you want?

I've thought of a way to make you say

your name backwards. Oh, yeah?

I'll give you one chance. Shoot!

Agreed. Now, let me blindfold you.

When I remove the blindfold, look up at

the sky and tell me the first thing you

see. Okay?Sure. Why

not?

Well, I'm waiting,

Superman. Hey,

where are you?All right.

Mrs. Bitlik, as soon as I remove the

blindfolds, look up and tell me what you

see. Here we go.

I see.

Get your program in the mix-up. There, I

made you say your name backwards. Now,

back to the fifth dimension. Oh, no, not

so fast, Mr. Super Poop. Are

you trying to weasel out of your promise?

But my name backwards is not Get your

program in the mix-up. Well, that's how

it reads. Uh-uh. You spelled it

wrong. It's supposed to read...

Get 'em ?Now you said it.

Oh, darn it. You... you tricked

me! Well, I'll be back in 90 days!

And I'll be waiting for you, Mr.

Mixpickle. It's

Mixpickling! Well, that's that for now.

Back to Jimmy. Mr. Cat, where you

been?Oh, I...

I didn't feel well, Jimmy. I was

bothered by a mixed pickle.