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The Adventures of Superman.

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 Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great

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

and the American way.

Yes, yes, I know, Bill. I realize all that.

Sure.

But the chief is screaming for action. These robberies are really getting out

of hand now.

Yes.

Well, I'll try and stall as long as I can, Bill. You know me, but you better

come up with something pretty soon.

All right.

Okay.

Goodbye.

Excuse me. I should know by now that when I open my door, I should be

prepared to leap back madly. Oh, we forgive you. Hippo Clark, look at this.

What do you think it is, Mr. Kent?

Well, obviously, it's a box with some small holes in it.

Well, aren't you going to open it? A messenger left it downstairs. It's

addressed to you. Besides a gurgle.

Well, in that case, you better look into it.

Now, who in the world... would send me a... Oh, what?

Well, tell me you can see inside.

Maybe he thinks he's Superman.

Very funny, Jimmy. No, there are holes here. Obviously, they must be for air.

And air means there's something alive.

Well, let's find out.

A pigeon.

It's a bird. And most pigeons are, Jimmy.

Maybe this note will tell us something.

Mr. Kent, if you want to talk about recent robberies, contact us by enclosed

homing pigeon. That's what it is.

Must have your word, no police trapped.

If meeting is arranged, sign the specter.

Specter? What kind of a name is that?

What are you going to do, Mr. Kent? Well, I don't know. I'm not going to

pass up any opportunity to meet this specter, whoever he is. Clark, it may be

a trap. You better call Inspector Henderson.

No, that would involve the police, and I couldn't do that if I gave my word. I'll

have to handle this my own way, Lois.

I don't get it. Why the pigeon?

Actually, it's a very good idea.

Jimmy, if, uh...

If they gave us an address or a phone number, it could be traced, right?

But now, only the pigeon knows where to go. That's right. A homing pigeon flies

directly back to its own coop.

Yes, and I think I'd better go along with this gag. And I think I'd better go

it alone.

You mean alone with us?

I mean alone, period.

Oh, come on, Jimmy. Clark wouldn't share a story with his own grandmother.

Well, have a nice trip. Thank you. Over and out.

Don't be afraid.

It's not going to hurt you.

No.

All I'm going to do is just attach this little capsule to your leg.

All right?

I promised not to go to the police, but I didn't say a thing about Superman.

Here we are, little friend.

You lead off and I'll follow.

Even a fence ought to give us 20 grand for this baby.

Before we're through, 20 grand will be peanut money.

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna build me a big estate that looks like a penitentiary. So my friends

will feel at home.

Gee, thanks, Rosie.

I'll be there every night.

Hello, Spector. Hiya, boys.

Time to go to work, huh? Right.

Better punch in and get on your way. Don't worry, I'll be there.

Better put us all in, Luke.

What for?

Just in case. It makes me feel safer.

With this set up, we haven't got anything to worry about.

Nothing except one maybe named Clark Kent.

Nosey newspaper reporter?

Nosey and smart. Never forget that.

Now, you better get on your way. Okay.

That's going to look like costume jewelry alongside what I'm going to

bring back.

You really think this Kent will bother us?

Well, why take chances?

Boy, I figure Kent's the brains behind Superman.

No brain you can't buy with enough of this.

You think you'll send back an answer?

If he doesn't, he isn't as smart as I think he is, and either way, we've got

nothing to worry about.

There's the pigeon now with 10th answer.

This radar screen, boss, it's a stroke of genius.

But it's not there to warn us about pigeons.

Hey, there's something else coming in. And it ain't no pigeon.

Grab the stuff.

Hey, that was pretty close.

I wish we could stay invisible all the time with that Superman character

around. Relax, he's gone now.

Yeah, but for how long?

It doesn't matter.

How often have I told you this is the only Superman-proof room in the world?

He can't get through the radar screen without warning us.

The panel's lined with lead so he can't see the instruments.

So you got Superman bottled up.

But what about Clark Kent?

Don't look like he's gonna play ball.

Rather clever, that.

Kept his word about the police, but he tipped off Superman.

I'm afraid Mr. Kent has got to go.

I'm sure that Superman's just as sorry about this as we are, Bill.

Being sorry isn't going to help. But where could they have gone?

Well, obviously they found out somehow that Superman was coming.

So they simply abandoned their hideout. And it's a sense they won't be back.

No. No.

That'd be stupid, and these boys are anything but that.

Now take that warehouse robbery last night.

Somehow they got by two guards, an alarm system, and a vault door, and nobody saw

them. That's right.

The day before that, it was a currency exchange, and that same night, a heavily

guarded payroll.

It's impossible.

What did you just say, Bill?

I said it's impossible.

Yes, that's what I thought. Well, that might be just the answer we're looking

for.

If I'm going crazy, it's nice to have company. Now, wait a minute. Nobody's

going crazy. Just let your imagination go for a minute.

It's already gone.

Well, then tell me this.

If we weren't being realistic, what would be the one obvious answer?

That's easy. The thieves are invisible.

Exactly. You know, the strain's been too much for us.

I'm going to send out for some invisible sandwiches and a couple of cartons of

invisible milk.

According to the timetable, Luke should be in front of the jewelry store about

now. Time to make him invisible, huh, boss?

Operator? Give me police headquarters.

Quick.

Well, in the first place, are you sure you put the jewelry on display?

Of course I did.

After 20 years in the same establishment, I'm not likely to make a

mistake like that.

And you saw no one?

Absolutely no one. I remember. I looked up and I saw the door open, but nobody

came in. But that's impossible.

A thief would have to have been invisible.

Uh-huh.

Never mind.

I'll be right out.

The Apex Jewelry Company on 3rd Street. You can guess the rest.

Mind if I come along? I wish you would. I can't trust what I'm thinking.

It was $50,000 worth of gems.

Well, where were they exactly?

Right here.

All right, all right. We'll get a description later.

You're absolutely positive you saw that door open? Absolutely.

I remember. I looked over and nobody came in. Wind. The wind blew it open.

There hasn't been any wind in two days, Bill. Well, a little breeze anyway.

Not even a puff of air. It's a better explanation than yours.

Oh, is that so? I suppose that same wind blew the vault door open in the

warehouse.

Inspector, all I know is that my stolen gems aren't going to be wafted back to

me on the next breeze.

Now, take it easy. We're doing everything we can.

It's the only logical conclusion, Bill. Now, don't give me that invisible man

routine again.

Inspector, it couldn't be. I mean, I mean, well, could it? Of course not.

Now, don't get panicky or ridiculous.

Somebody or something just went through that door.

Ridiculous, huh?

The whole world, Rosie.

Pick out a spot and in a few weeks you'll be able to buy it.

Hey, I always wanted to travel. To see them far away exotic kind of places.

With quaint native customs and folk songs.

Do you know the spot I'm going to pick, boss?

Where's that?

Brooklyn.

Number seven, check it in. How come you're so late, number seven?

I decided to stick around for some laughs afterwards.

I wanted to see once what the cops thought about the whole thing. I'm not

sure that was wise.

What was their reaction?

Well, Inspector Henderson, we're driving him nuts.

But Kent, I don't know. Kent? Was he there?

Yeah, and he was talking about an invisible man.

I knew he'd stick his nose into this.

The cops would never accept it, but he's just the kind to follow through on a

hunch like that.

Let me punch in and go knock him off, boss.

Yeah, it's not as simple as that.

But we gotta do something.

Well, how else are you gonna get rid of a guy if you don't knock him off?

Simply by arranging an accident.

Oh, sure. Why not?

That used to be a specialty of yours, didn't it? More than a specialty. It was

a hobby.

Always a touch of the unusual.

In fact, I think Mr. Kent will be my most artistic job yet.

He's not back yet.

Jim, I'm getting worried.

I wish we knew where we could get in touch with Superman.

So do I.

For as long as we don't, I think I'd better call Inspector Henderson.

Never mind that. Let's get going.

Okay, but isn't your voice beginning to change, Miss Lane?

Jim, this is no time for jokes. Turn off the radio.

What radio?

I said let's get moving.

Look, I joke's a joke, but... This is no time to... Jim, wasn't that your voice?

No.

Wasn't it yours?

It was mine.

Just do like I say and no one gets hurt.

Am I seeing things?

That's the trouble, Miss Lane.

We're not seeing things.

There's a car parked outside.

We're going for a ride.

So let's move.

And don't forget, the gun's in my pocket.

We'd better do what he says, Jim. Wait a minute. I'm not taking orders from

something I can't see.

No, I'm taking orders.

Amazing how science has played right into our hands.

Yeah. But I still don't understand them gimmicks.

Very simple, really.

The radar sends out a shortwave frequency.

When it hits an object, it bounces back like an echo and shows up on the screen.

But that don't explain how we become invisible.

Well, it's the same principle. Our bodies are changed so that light passes

through them instead of being reflected.

You mean if I become invisible, then radar waves go right through me?

Exactly, and you wouldn't show up on the screen.

I don't know.

I'd rather be flesh and blood.

I imagine the police would prefer it that way also.

Here's your company, boss.

What do you want with us? We didn't do anything.

Let's say I needed some cheese for the mousetrap.

What kind of a mouse are you looking for? Rat?

Your colleague, Mr. Kent.

Then you must have sent him that pigeon.

Unfortunately, that plan failed. This one won't.

You smart crooks are always the same. You always get overconfident.

Let's face it, Miss Lane, for the first time in history, the perfect crime has

been committed.

Jimmy, tell me you didn't see what I just saw.

I wish I could, Miss Lane, but my eyes are just as bad as yours.

Lock him in the other room.

I speak to Noah.

Now to bring Kent into the picture with a note, which our two little guests will

sign. Better to smoke him out.

Can't say we didn't give him his chance.

He deserves our works.

Imagine taking advantage of a poor innocent little pigeon.

Kent, this is your last chance.

If you want to see Lois Lane and Olsen again, go to Suburban Airport.

A plane is waiting, charted in your name.

We know you have a pilot's license.

Once in the air, you'll receive further instructions by radio.

The signature at the bottom of this note should convince you that we have Miss

Lane and the boy.

Signed, Inspector.

Don't look so surprised, Mr. Kent.

I understand you already have this figured out.

I hoped I was wrong.

Too bad you wasn't.

Oh, two of you.

Yeah, so don't try anything.

What's this all about? Why'd you want me up here in the air?

A precaution, Mr. Kent.

Against a trap.

How can I trap something I can't even see?

You forget we can be heard, and a few police bullets fired in the direction of

our voices could be disastrous.

You seem to have thought of everything.

Even to the radar outfit to detect Superman.

Oh, that was how it was done.

And we was going to offer you a deal, Mr. Kent, till you crossed us up. You

had a chance to be a rich man.

Well, maybe a sill isn't too late to talk business, gentlemen.

I'm afraid that's out of the question.

Hey, the boys ought to be punching us in about now.

Yes, an airplane would look pretty silly landing with nobody in it.

What do you mean by that?

You'll see.

And here we are.

Too bad, Kent.

Now you can identify it.

Should make things easier at that.

Come now, Mr. Kent. You must realize that this is a one-way trip for you.

Well, we've all got to go sometime.

Gotta admit, he's a cool character.

He's got nerve.

I have to give you credit. You certainly outsmarted me. Coming from you, that's

quite a compliment.

Well, Rosie, better push him out.

Oh, before you do, there's one thing I'd like to know. How does this whole thing

work? Oh, that's a reasonable last request.

Sure. He won't be around to use it against us. It's very simple.

Anyone who carries one of these coins can be made invisible.

At this very moment, one of my men is waiting outside the Metropolis Bank.

At exactly three o'clock, he'll disappear.

The rest you can figure out for yourself.

Sounds like a great story. I'm sorry I won't be around to write it.

I am too. You had your chance. Should have joined us instead of trying to beat

us. Now move over to the other side.

Cool fighters airplane.

I'll worry about that

There's

a guy you can sell a parachute to real easy

And take care of Mr. Kent.

Let's get back. You can land by the cabin.

And I'll take care of you later.

Superman.

It's not so much fun to see me when I can see you, is it? Well, I was just

waiting for a taxi cab. In that case, you won't mind going down to

headquarters and giving yourself up to Inspector Henderson.

It'll save me the trouble of catching you again and be a lot pleasanter for

you.

Yes, sir.

Then I'll just take that coin, if you don't mind.

Thank you very much for your assistance, and goodbye.

Rosie and the boss, huh? Who else, stupid?

Why do you always got to call me stupid?

Because you are stupid.

Why do we always got to play slapjack? Why can't we play hearts once in a while

like other people?

Well, you know I don't know how to figure out the numbers on the card.

Nice landing, Rosie. Much better than Clark Kent's, I'm sure.

You done it, huh?

Nice and clean.

Miss Lane and the kids still okay?

Yeah, Joe gave them up a cheesy game to keep them amused.

Yeah, and it's brand new, too. You know, I never could figure out how to figure

out those dice.

Get Luke punched in on time?

Right on the dot of three.

What a gimmick. One minute he's there, then poof, he's gone.

He goes into the bank, past the guards, and they can't even see him. Yeah, and

he wears rubber heels so they can't hear him.

He goes past the clerks, over the rail, into the vault, picks out five, six,

seven hundred thousand dollars in big bills.

Then he comes out again the same way.

In ten minutes, we punch him in, make him visible. He comes out here with all

that beautiful green money.

Yeah, that all sounds pretty good, but one thing worries me.

Superman. Why worry about him? He can't get past the radar screen without our

knowing it.

All we do is become invisible again like we did the last time.

This time the radar screen didn't see me, Spector. There was nothing to see.

Well, I'm just married, sir.

Jeepers, this place looks like it was hit by a hurricane.

A hurricane named Superman, if you ask me.

It looks like it, but where is he?

Here I am, Jim.

Don't explain anything, Superman. I'm sure I wouldn't believe it.

Jeepers, Superman, I'm afraid you're too late.

They've probably already done away with poor Mr. Kent.

Now, don't worry, Jimmy. It's true they did push him out of a plane, but

fortunately I was there when he fell.

Poor Clark. I bet he was scared silly.

Oh, I wouldn't say that, Miss Lane. I thought he took it rather well for Clark

Kent, that is.

Don't miss the next thrill-packed episode in the amazing adventures of

Superman.

Superman is based on the original character appearing in Superman

magazine.