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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.

Yes, it's Superman.

Strange visitor from another planet who came to Earth with powers and abilities

far beyond those of mortal men.

Superman, who can change the course of mighty rivers.

Bend steel in his bare hands.

And who, disguised as Clark Kemp, mild-mannered reporter for a great

metropolitan newspaper, fights a never-ending battle for truth, justice,

and the American way?

You men take North Randall Drive.

Truthfully. Remember, he's probably armed and dangerous.

Anderson, what's the idea of getting us down here? We've got a newspaper to get

out, you know.

The Daily Planet's called the department enough trouble, Mr. White. Look at this

headline. I saw it before it went to press.

Phantom burglar still at large. Mystery thief puzzles police.

I'll tell you what else it says.

Outrage citizens of Metropolis after a series of successful raids by the

phantom burglar are beginning to wonder what, if anything, the police department

is doing about it. Sounds like a fair question to me, Inspector.

You know what we've been up against.

The phantom burglar's operations have been perfect.

No forced windows, no jimmied entries, and his timing has been precise.

We don't even have a witness who can describe him. We printed that, too.

Doesn't make you look good.

All right, Mr. White.

I want you to see the effort we're making to trap the Phantom.

Look at this map.

You'll observe this area of Metropolis, with its expensive homes, has been the

exclusive target of the Phantom burglar.

Tonight, I've got every available squad car on patrol.

If the Phantom shows, we should get him.

Let's go out on our own, Miss Lane. This is our chance to grab ourselves a real

scoop. Jimmy, the chief will fire us if we do anything like that.

Not if we're the ones to spot the phantom, he won't.

The chief or Mr. Kim will grab the story if it breaks here.

Gee, we could have the scoop of the year.

Well... Come on.

Lewis.

Now, where do they think they're going?

She probably forgot something back at the office, Chief.

But luckily, we might have the Phantom in a few hours. Just stand by. That's

all I'm asking. Chief, let's string along with the inspector. After all,

this is a tough one.

Well, all right.

How do you think this would sound?

Last night, Ace reporters James Olsen and Lois Lane captured... I mean, Lois

Lane and James Olsen...

Captured the notorious phantom burglar as he emerged from the scene of his

latest robbery.

These two fearless reporters... Jimmy, stop the car.

Someone just came out of that house.

It's him.

The police.

Let's get to a phone.

No, I'm going to get him.

They're tailing us. Maybe I can cool them off.

Let's go.

Stop, Jimmy.

You better get on the floor, Miss Lane.

Pull up, Chief.

Chief. It's Jim and Lois. They're being fired on. I recognize the car.

That fooled kid.

If I ever get my hands on him, I'll... Chief, this could be quite a scoop.

How about letting me get out and phone, huh?

Don't worry, Kent. The bullets won't reach this far. No, Chief, it's just our

job. Now, if Lois and Jimmy have really flushed the phantom, why, it's a real

scoop. Okay.

You won't be much help down there anyhow, but go ahead. Thanks, Chief.

Keep real steady as you can.

Gosh, look, Miss Lane.

Thanks, Superman.

We're very grateful.

Just what were you two trying to do? Take a shortcut?

They shot out our tire.

It was a Phantom. We had him once, but he got away.

Did you get a good look at him?

He had his hood on.

The only thing I got for a souvenir was a right hook.

Besides this, it looks like a top.

Five, ten, none at all.

Twenty, thirty.

I don't get it.

Are you all right? You bet.

Superman took care of that. I'll take care of you later.

Thanks, Superman.

It seems as though you're making a career out of helping us. They got away.

Was it the Phantom? Yes.

This top may be a clue to his identity.

What is it?

It's a top, all right.

You're tipped.

I'm afraid this is beyond me, too. Oh, wait a minute. Isn't there a nightclub

in town called the Tip Top?

Of course. When you get your bill, you spin the top to see how much you tip

your waiter.

It's a cute gimmick.

Well, I don't want to pour cold water.

But isn't it possible that perhaps the Phantom just went there for

entertainment? It wouldn't hurt to check, would it?

You're right, Superman.

I'm going back to the office.

Lois, you head for the tip-top club and snoop around.

Me too. I found it, didn't I?

I want you here where I can keep my eye on you.

And on second thought, Lois, you should have an escort. Kent's over at the

office. I'll have him take you there.

And why aren't you changing that tire?

I'm sorry I can't change it for you, Jimmy. But I have an appointment coming

up.

What am I holding now, Swami?

A bracelet.

May I take your glove, please?

What am I holding now, Swami?

A glove.

I've heard of this act. The clue is in the words she uses to the Swami.

I'll soon see.

The Swami must not hear us.

Something from your pocket, please.

All right, we'll make this a tough one.

Try this paper clip.

What am I holding now, Swami?

A... a paper clip.

What is in your pocket?

She used the same words.

Is it a trick, or can that Swami really read minds?

It's very simple, Lois, actually.

The Swami has a pair of earphones under his turban, and she has a little

microphone hidden in her corsage.

But the wires... There aren't any wires.

It's a miniature walkie-talkie set up.

She whispers, he overhears the conversation, identifies the object.

How on earth did you know about that?

Well, what other explanation could there possibly be?

Watch.

I'll take the house key.

What am I holding now, Swami?

I think a... a house key.

Well,

maybe you were just making a good guess.

Maybe Superman made a bad one about that put-and-take top.

How did you know about that? I didn't tell you.

Well, I guess Jimmy must have told me. Anyway, this place doesn't seem very

sinister. Right. The Phantom came here. He probably just wanted to see the show.

Mm-hmm.

Let's get back to the office.

Quick, baby, the wax. Give it to me. Take it easy, Monk. When I get a good

impression of a house key, I don't want it ruined.

Sticky stuff.

You got the address of the owner of the key.

I got it as soon as I stepped out of that car.

Registration card was in a glove compartment, as usual.

There.

See you later.

Don't expect me to make a key when you drive like that.

Our invitation just arrived.

This Phantom Burglar setup's the sweetest racket in Metropolis.

And even Superman can't figure it out.

Phantom Burglar strikes twice.

You lose reporters on first haul, $20,000 on second.

And without your interference, the police would probably have caught him.

But, Jimmy... Don't, Chief, me. Please, Chief, mislead me. We were just trying

to... No, Jimmy, we did the wrong thing. We've got to listen to Mr. White's

advice. But you just told me that... We did interfere, Jim. We're sorry, Chief.

All right. And from now on, lay off that phantom burglar story.

I don't want you two idiots getting shot.

And that's an order.

Of course, Chief.

I don't get it. You told me...

Did you or did you not tie in the man who gave the girl the key at the

nightclub as being the same man whose home was robbed?

Of course I did. But I didn't want you to tell the chief about it. But why?

You heard him.

Lay off the phantom story.

You think he'd let us follow through on this lead?

Oh, gee.

I get it. Besides, I found out that the other victims of our masked friend also

had their keys identified by the swami. Well, then let's tell Inspector

Henderson so we can get in on the arrest.

Oh, wait a minute, Jimmy.

The swami and the girl are merely cover-ups. They get the keys, that's

all. The police want the important link in the operation, the phantom. And we've

got to unmask him.

And I think I have an idea how it can be done.

Well, I'm glad somebody has an idea around here.

I'm a blank.

How good is your Spanish, Jim?

My Spanish?

Muchas gracias.

Enchilada.

Por favor, habanera.

Si, si.

Hello, Chiquita.

I've been eating at a Spanish restaurant.

That's wonderful.

Sit down.

Well, welcome to our city, Senor Alvarez.

Who?

Me? I'll admit it's not too good a job, but at least it gives me enough of an

idea to know it'll work.

Don Alvarez Ortega, son of the celebrated Argentinian millionaire,

arrived in Metropolis today with a huge collection of emeralds that he is

offering for sale.

Don Alvarez, who is staying at the West Stand, he should tell, will make a tour

of the nightclubs of the city.

Don't say I never gave you any publicity, Jimmy.

This mustache tickles. It tickles laugh.

Nuestra bella ciudad.

Es un gran honor de recibir su visita.

Si, si. You simply must help us, senorita. Don Alvarez insists on

approving his vocabulary. He begs we speak nothing but English.

Then how?

Oh, how charming.

But the slang always is learned first, si?

Si, si.

Oh, there is one favor I beg of you. A tango. Oh, I must do with you a

tango. A tango? Si.

John Alvarez, oh, you're a wonderful dancer. I am.

Thank you, senor, for a most delightful dance.

My pleasure, senorita.

And now, if you will excuse me, it is time for our show. We're looking forward

so much to your performance.

So am I.

And what's more, you shall be the first to be mystified.

Gracias.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, the renowned Swami Amada and his

supernatural perception.

And as a great honor, we have a special visitor this evening.

Don Alvarez Ortega.

Oh, that's enough.

Now, what is in your pocket, senor?

This hotel key will do perfectly.

What am I holding, Swami?

A hotel key.

Seen Lois Lane and Jimmy's gag, Mr. Kent?

What gag?

Well, the South American Playboy deal.

Jimmy will never live it down.

She said they wanted to rib somebody.

Oh, almost forgot.

There's a call for Miss Lane that the operator is holding. I told her you

might want to take it.

Thanks, son.

Hello, will you switch Miss Lane's call in here, please?

This is Clark Kent speaking.

Of course, Mr. Grover, I remember you.

Yes, your home was the second one to be robbed with a phantom, right?

Mm-hmm. Miss Lane asked you to do what?

Oh, they did identify your key at the tip-top club. And the same night that

you were robbed?

Uh-huh.

Well, I'll tell Miss Lane.

Thank you, Mr. Grover.

Bye.

Doug, have you any idea where I can find Lois or Jimmy?

All I know is they were dressed like in the movies.

Said they were going to hit the high spots or something.

Tip-top club.

Thank you, Doug.

Nice work, Laura.

Monk is on his way to the kids' hotel.

He'll need time.

I'll go out and keep the chump here till Monk finishes the job.

Hmm. This wax sure ruins these expensive hankies.

Now for the hotel, unless you care to tango again.

Tango? Oh, no. Come on.

Let's get out of here.

They're gone.

What? Our South American pigeon has flown the coop.

Well, if he gets back to the hotel while Monk is still there, we must prevent

such an embarrassing moment.

Hurry.

Well, pretty nice place, Senor Alvarez.

Golly, Miss Lane, will you quit that Senor stuff? I'm beginning to get

nervous. What about?

He shot at us the last time. What happens when he comes here tonight?

If he comes here... Glad you reminded me.

Here. A gun?

What's that for?

The Phantom. When he shows, you hold the gun on him while I call the police.

Simple. Yeah, simple.

Turn out the lights and relax.

Yeah, relax.

Stop pointing that thing at me. It makes me nervous.

It makes you nervous?

Shh.

Okay, but drop the gun and reach.

We got him. We got the fan of Miss Lane.

Okay, get down there. Face the wall and keep your hands up.

Miss Lane, you phone the police. Sure, Jimmy.

I wouldn't, young lady.

Take his gun, Monk.

Foolish, foolish people. Such a useless way to get into trouble.

And I was looking forward so much to our tango, Jimmy.

Okay, so I'm no South American, but you're no fortune teller. Nobody has to

be a fortune teller to tell you what'll happen to you now.

You have an idea, Monk? Yeah, but not a newspaper story.

Argentinian millionaire and metropolis girlfriend keep suicide pact and leap

from balcony.

You're bluffing.

I don't think so, Miss Lane. Smart kid.

Take this whammy's gun.

It's Mommy, a girl.

Isn't this going a little far just to get a story, Miss Lane?

Thanks to you, Superman, we've got it. The Phantom won't haunt Metropolis for a

long time.

Here, I don't want this, Miss Lane. Oh, stop worrying about it. It isn't loaded.

Oh? Oh, well, that's all right, then.

It isn't what?

It isn't loaded. Do you think I wanted somebody to get hurt?

Oh.

Well, I didn't think it was loaded.