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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.

Hello, Kent speaking.

I understand you plan to investigate a certain munitions operation.

Never mind who this is.

Just take a little advice.

Lay off.

Unless you want the Daily Planet to suffer one of the worst disasters in

newspaper history.

Look, we've been threatened over a thousand times. It's never stopped us

before. All right, Kent, if that's the way you want it.

He won't scare now, but he will later, provided your little brainchild works.

I told you it was purely experimental.

Take a look.

Balloon.

A radio directional receiver.

And a bottle of super nitroglycerin.

Sort of a junior guided missile, huh? Not so junior.

When this thing goes off, I want to be a long way in some other direction.

And the target for tonight is the Daily Planet building, huh?

That's right.

Hello.

Yes, ma'am.

Yes.

Yes, ma'am. Yes, we'll most certainly look into it.

Brother, tonight certainly must be our night.

Another threat?

No, not exactly. That was a Mrs. Taylor.

She lives at 64 Hope Street.

And she claims she saw a weird iron monster prowling around a house.

Come on, Jim, let's go down and take a look.

64 Hope Street?

That's a familiar sounding address.

Well, you two go if you want to. I'm going to stick with this.

Why doesn't anybody see anything believable anymore, like a fire-eating

dragon? Mind you.

I still have a feeling this is a familiar-sounding address.

Well, maybe George Washington slept here.

Well, Professor Pepperwinkle, you remember us?

I do?

Sure. This is Miss Lane. I'm Jimmy Olsen. We're from the Daily Planet.

Oh, of course, of course.

Well, come in, I suppose.

Professor, we had a tip at the newspaper today about something that sounded

pretty ridiculous.

Oh, you did?

It concerns of a weird iron monster.

A monster?

One that mows lawns. And somebody saw it around your house tonight.

Sit down, please.

I just can't stand it any longer. The police were here earlier questioning me,

and I have to tell someone.

Then there is something to tell.

I can trust you, can't I?

Why, of course you can trust us, Professor.

Well, I just must have some advice.

I wouldn't ever want to alarm anyone.

Mr. McTavish, come out, McTavish.

There's no need to be alarmed. McTavish wouldn't hurt a flea.

McTavish, shake hands with Miss Lane and Mr. Olsen.

How do you do, Mr. McTavish?

I'm glad to meet you, Mr. McTavish.

Now, McTavish, take your book and over by the piano.

You mean he can read?

Oh, dear me, no. He just looks at the pictures.

Professor, this is incredible.

Where did you find it?

I mean, where did you find Mr.

McTavish? He's a little sensitive.

But I didn't find him, Miss Lane. You see... I'm a lonely old man, and I built

him to keep me company.

And he's really very good company. He's very helpful. He likes to putter around

the yard, and... Oh, dear, I'm afraid that's what got us into trouble. That's

when Mrs. Taylor saw him. I'm afraid so. And you know what would happen if the

news got out. Oh, publicity and curiosity seekers and... Well, McTavish

and I are really very happy alone.

Aren't we, McTavish?

He's really just a child.

Now I'm imagining you can actually talk to him.

Oh, yes. I have him tuned to the exact wavelength of my voice frequency.

But anyone can talk with him through this.

Try it, Miss Lane. It converts your voice to the same frequency as mine.

I don't know what to say to a robot.

Well, let's see. Let's see. Why don't you ask him to take one of these media

specimens out of the case and crush it? He's really very strong.

Hello? Mr.

McTavish, take a meteor out of the case and crush it.

He must be as strong as Superman.

Thank you, Mr.

McTavish.

Why don't you go back where you were?

You must help me decide what to do.

Clark Kent speaking.

Oh, yes.

Yes, ma'am. Yes, Mrs. Taylor.

Now, I've already sent two reporters to investigate.

Mm-hmm.

What do you want?

Superman to try and find the monster.

Well, Mrs. Taylor, I mean... Oh, the air might do me good at that. I mean, I'll

just see what I can do, Miss Taylor.

Yes, ma'am. Bye.

It's hard enough to keep a secret, let alone a secret like Mr.

McTavish. If people weren't only so automatically frightened by things they

don't understand.

Well, we'll just have to think about it, Professor, and let you know tomorrow.

Jeepers, what a story, and we can't print it.

Superman. What are you doing here? Please, Superman, I really haven't done

anything wrong.

So there really is a monster.

Superman, what's the matter?

No. Help me out of here, quickly.

Superman, please tell us what's wrong.

I don't know, Jimmy.

Oh,

I have to get away from here. Excuse me.

I guess it had to happen sometime.

Superman's losing his powers.

Unless I'm mistaken, Jim, there's only one explanation.

Is he all right, this man? It all depends, Professor. Have you ever heard

of kryptonite?

Kryptonite? No, I don't believe so. That's it, Miss Lane. Kryptonite. It's

the only thing in the world that could weaken Superman.

It's almost killed him a couple of times.

I don't understand.

Well, it's a special element from the planet Krypton. That's where Superman

comes from. And there must be some of it right here in this room.

Miss Lane, did you notice that it happened to Superman when he came near

Mr. McTavish?

You're right, Jim.

Now, think carefully, Professor.

What did you put inside Mr.

McTavish? Well, just about a little of everything, Miss Lane.

What about those meteors? Did you use anything like that?

Come to think of it, I did. A tiny piece of meteor I found years ago.

It gave off such a strange reaction on my Geiger counter, I thought I'd try it

in McTavish's power unit.

That must be it. It must be kryptonite. Whatever it is, it gave McTavish an

extraordinary strength, so I left it in.

Now promise me you'll keep McTavish in the house. We'll get Clark Kent to

contact Superman and see what he has to say.

Why, of course, Miss Lane. I wouldn't dream of hurting anyone.

Good. Come on, Jim, let's go.

Well, that's it, Duke.

You mean it's all set?

I mean it's as far as I can go with it.

The balloon is zeroed in electronically on Kent's office in the Planet Building.

Okay, hook it onto the balloon and let it go up the skyline. Now, wait a

minute, Duke.

This chassis has to go into the housing.

Duke! Duke! Shut up a minute, will you? Shut up!

In the housing, once this goes in, these points make contact through a mercury

switch.

Theoretically, the bomb goes off ten minutes later. What theoretic's got to

do with it? It means this is an entirely new experimental job.

Once those points make contact, anything could happen.

In other words, it might go off immediately?

I'm afraid so. Well, this is a fine time to tell me that. Well, take it or leave

it. You wanted something big enough to demolish an entire building, and this is

it. If it works.

But somebody's got to put it together.

Don't look at me.

This is just great.

What are we supposed to do, let the bomb put itself together?

Boss, I got it. I got the answer.

I know just the guy to do it, Mr. McTavish.

McTavish? Who's he?

You know the place I live, Mrs.

Taylor's boarding house? Yeah, sure, sure, I know. Well, tonight she's seen

something. First she calls the police, then she calls the planet.

Then she sends me out for a look. That's how I happen to be peeking through the

window when Superman shows up. Superman?

That's what I said.

Now, you know something funny?

When Superman gets near the professor's robot, he practically passes out on the

floor.

Now, let's take it slow, right from the beginning.

Well, the professor got lonely, see? So he made himself a robot.

You won't believe this, Duke, but that robot can do anything a human being can

do. Now, wait a minute, Lois.

You say when Superman came in, he acted very strangely. You should have seen

him, Mr. Kent. If he'd gotten any closer, I don't know what would have

happened. We finally figured it out, Clark. The professor put kryptonite in

Mr. McTavish. We thought you'd know what to do.

We'll hold down the office, Clark. You better go out and meet that McTavish for

yourself. Well, I'd like to, Lois, I really would, but I can't very well. You

see, I'm still working on this munition thing, and, well, there's several new

thoughts that just come to me, and I need to work them out. Well, that's a

fine thing. After all, Superman's done for you, and you won't even try to

protect him. Now, wait a minute.

I don't want anything to happen to Superman, believe me.

But this story's important, too, you know.

Clark, I think you're afraid of something.

Mr. McTavish won't hurt you, Mr. Kent. I think you're both imagining things.

Let's get back to work, huh? Well, I'm not going to let Superman down, even if

you are.

And just where do you think you're going?

Back to see the professor.

What good will that do?

I don't know, but somehow that kryptonite has got to be destroyed.

Ah, now that's a good idea, Lois.

A very good idea indeed. I'm sure Superman would be very grateful.

And I have a good mind to tell him how you've acted about this whole thing.

Oh, dear, dear, Miss Lane. I do understand your request, but if I take

out the kryptonite, I might kill him. And if you don't, someday it might kill

Superman.

Yes, that's true.

Oh, dear, dear.

Do you understand, Mr. McTavish?

I'll try not to hurt you, but maybe it won't matter anyway.

But if something goes wrong, how can I explain, Miss Lane? He trusts me.

I know, Professor. I feel as bad as you do. But people all over the world depend

on Superman for so many things.

Yes, I know they do, and I'm a selfish old man.

But can I let him finish the piece before I operate?

Of course.

Here's the microphone, Duke. Right on this table.

McTavish, don't lift the curtain. You can't just break in here like this. We

already did, ladies.

This is the girl from the Daily Planet, Duke.

So this is Mr.

McTavish.

Take three steps forward, McTavish.

See? See?

Oh, it's not that amazing. Any scientific genius can build one. Yeah?

But nobody ever made one that Superman couldn't bust even if he wanted to. You

know, boys, I kind of hope Superman tries to interfere with our little plan.

We could get rid of him and the Daily Planet all at once. The planet? Then

you're the ones. We're the ones.

McTavish, do something, please.

Slade told me how he works, lady.

Professor can't talk.

Whoever has this microphone is the boss.

What I want to know is what are we going to do with the Professor and Miss Lane?

Well, the Professor, we leave here.

So he tells the police about three men snatching a robot named McTavish. Who's

going to believe that?

What about the girl?

Oh, she's another story.

She could back him up.

I'm afraid you'll have to come with us, Miss Lane.

McTavish, follow me.

have been back by now.

Who is it of whom you're speaking, Mr... Lois, of course.

Jeepers, that's right.

I mean, you do have a point for conjecture.

Still, there's no sense in worrying, I suppose.

If one needn't worry about Superman, I suppose one needn't worry about Miss

Lane. Needn't one.

Clark Kent?

Oh, oh, yes, he is. Just a moment.

It's for you, Jimmy.

Hello, Jim Olsen speaking.

Hi, Professor Papawinkle.

Jeepers, that's terrible.

You stay right there. I'll do something.

You might like to know, Mr. Kent, that Miss Lane and Mr. McTavish have been

stolen. What are you talking about?

No, no, never you mind. You're too busy.

I'll do something. Now, just a minute. No matter what you may be thinking, I

haven't ignored this thing.

In fact, I've already made arrangements to contact Superman myself.

Well, jeepers, I'll come with you.

Oh, no, you won't. You're going to stay right here, and that's an order.

Stick by that phone in case anybody calls.

Yes, sir.

I hope McTavish can last the night.

With him in our organization, there's nothing we can't do.

Take a right turn at the next intersection, McTavish. And what's more,

we don't even have to cut him in on the profits.

Your dirty racket isn't bad enough. Now you're turning Mr. McTavish into a

criminal.

Easy, Professor.

Easy. Superman.

Superman. They took Miss Lane and Mr. McTavish.

I know.

But where?

Did they say anything? Anything you could remember?

It was all too confused.

Nothing made any sense.

We've got to find them. Whoever they are, we've got to find them. Well, they

were masked. I don't even know what they look like. Now think, Professor.

Think hard.

Anything they said. Anything they did. I can't remember anything.

Besides, if you get too near McTavish again... I know, I know. He's loaded

with kryptonite. It could kill you. We'll have to worry about that when the

time comes, right? Now we have to worry about finding Miss Lane.

I'm terribly worried about her. How can we find her?

Oh, dear, dear.

There's just one possibility.

Yes, Professor.

Before I knew what it was, it gave off a very peculiar and odd sound on my Geiger

counter. That's worth a try. You get that counter and I'll fly it all over

the city if I have to.

No, no, I'm afraid that wouldn't work. You'd be flying too fast for it to

register. Oh, dear.

We could cruise around in my car.

That might take days.

Let's hope it doesn't.

I'll get my Geiger counter. Do that.

This remote television camera will show us everything that's going on here.

Good. We can control the whole operation from my apartment in town. But just in

case anything happens... What do you mean, happens?

Well, we simply don't trust that bomb, Miss Lane.

It's liable to go off the minute it's assembled.

So that's why you needed McTavish, to assemble a bomb.

What happens if it doesn't go off when he gets it together?

We hope it won't. We have other plans for that bomb.

We can always come back for you if we have to, you and McTavish.

And no matter what happens, you're watching history in the making, Miss

Lane.

Walk over to that desk and stay there.

Goodbye, Miss Lane.

I almost hope it does go off here, McTavish. I don't stand a chance anyway,

and with you and their power, nothing can stop them.

I'm afraid it's hopeless, Superman.

We haven't gotten any kind of reaction.

We'll just have to keep driving till we do.

Oh, it's all my fault. I never should have built McTavish.

Now, Professor, everyone needs a friend. You're no different.

That's it.

That's it.

Must be right around here somewhere.

No, not necessarily. It simply means McTavish has passed this way.

We'll have to follow it like a radio beam.

All right, McTavish.

We're ready.

First, pick up the chassis, McTavish.

We're getting closer, Superman.

Closer isn't good enough. We have to be there.

Now, McTavish, walk toward the balloon.

Now, McTavish, put the chassis down by the square box.

That's the maximum reaction, Superman. McTavish is very close.

That warehouse.

Right over there. It's the only building around here. Must be it. Thank you,

Professor. A superman! A kryptonite!

Now, McTavish, open up the bomb housing.

Now, McTavish, pick up the chassis.

Superman!

Lane!

How did he get there?

This is perfect.

Look, he's weakening already.

Superman, get back.

It might explode any second.

I have to get you loose.

Superman, no.

Go ahead, Superman.

Rescue the fair lady.

Octavish, quick. Put the chassis in the box.

Connect the box to the balloon and let it go up through the skylight.

There goes the end of the planet, Miss Lane, and the end of Superman.

McTavish, walk towards Superman.

No, McTavish, it's me.

Move away. Move away.

I didn't count on him.

McTavish, walk toward Superman.

No, listen to me. Move away. Away.

Toward him, McTavish. Toward him.

Back, McTavish. Back.

Forward, you junk pile. Forward.

No, no, McTavish. Back. You must listen to me.

To me.

Back! Back! Back!

Back! Back, Macabre! Back!

You'll be all right now, Superman.

Thank

goodness

it's not too late.

Isn't it? Chris Lane, what about the planet building?

We're guiding the bomb to it right now.

Chris, what won't these advertising people think of next?

A crazy publicity stunt.

Give me that, Jimmy. The chipper's now in order.

How will we know when it happens?

You'll know, gentlemen. I assure you, you'll know. The bomb!

Get out of here. It'll go off any second.

I'll get rid of it just as soon as I have your written and signed

confessions. Yes, sir, Superman.

Give me that.

How did you find us? I just followed your radio beam right back here.

See, I told you that modern junk would get us into trouble.

Give me that.

There, now, Superman.

Will you take it out of here now, please?

Of course. Oh, one more thing.

You boys won't leave here, will you?

We'll wait right here until you come to fetch us. But get that out of here,

please!

Oh, I wish I could have seen their faces.

But what if the bomb had gone off, Clark?

Oh, I dare say Superman could have smothered it, Lois, but he thought they

deserved a good scare.

I'm sorry I was angry at you, Mr. Kent.

Jeepers, if you hadn't contacted Superman... Oh, forget it, Jimmy.

Everything turned out all right.

Yes, everything came out all right. Even the kryptonite out of Mr. McTavish.

He's not strong anymore.

He's just an ordinary robot.

But he's still kind and gentle and my friend.

Well...

Jeepers. And what a cook.

You see, Clark, you have no reason to fear Mr. McTavish.

Oh, I'm sure you're right, Lois. After all, it was Superman who was in danger.

Don't miss the next real packed episode in the amazing adventures of Superman.

Superman is based on the original character appearing in Superman

magazine.