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NARRATOR: The Adventures of Superman.

Faster than a speeding bullet.

More powerful than a locomotive.

Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound.

MAN 1: Look! Up in the sky! MAN 2: It's a bird!

WOMAN: It's a plane! MAN 3: It's Superman!

NARRATOR: 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.

[���]

Well, Dry Gulch Hotel.

Guess this will have to do.

I guess so. It's the only one in town.

At least the town's peaceful enough.

Almost too peaceful.

What did you expect, Miss Lane?

Desperadoes shooting up the place?

[GUNSHOTS, HORSE WHINNIES]

Come on, you old coyote, dance.

Come on.

Put some life into it.

I'm doin' all right.

But them bullets is bouncin' off my corns.

[LAUGHS]

Is very funny.

Bullets stepping on his corns.

What's funny?

Nothing.

I-is very sad altogether.

I don't think it's very funny either.

What did you say, stranger?

Did I say something?

He said it's not very funny. And I agree with him.

Ma'am, the code of the West don't allow me

to go around shooting up pretty gals like you.

But a real healthy male critter like this...

I think I just lost my health.

[GUNSHOT]

You can't do that to him.

That's right, you can't!

Next time, it's gonna be your head.

On the other hand, uh,

what's done is done, I always say.

Yeah, that's more like it.

Ma'am, allow me to introduce myself.

My name's Gunner Flinch,

fastest gunman in the West.

When's the next train for the East?

I'm Lois Lane, and this is Jimmy Olsen.

We're on our way to cover the annual rodeo at Big Springs,

and our car broke down.

Until it's fixed tomorrow,

you're not going to get rid of us.

Well, ma'am, I don't really aim to get rid of you.

But the dude here, he's different.

I don't rightly cotton to his attitude.

Stranger, you've got until sundown to get out of town.

Who are you calling a dude?

And who are you telling to get out of town?

You.

Have you got anything to back them words up, mister?

Just these here two guns.

And I got ten notches on each one of 'em.

Well...I guess that answers my question.

Come on, Jim.

Uh, I don't like the atmosphere around here.

I'll ignore that kind of a remark, ma'am,

and say it's been real nice meeting you, huh?

And dude? Don't forget:

out of town by sunset.

Look! I'll go when I'm good and ready.

But...I think I'll be ready by then. Uh-huh.

And you get any ideas that I'm

not top gun in these parts...

just ask somebody on Boot Hill, huh?

Boot Hill?

Yeah, but you won't be getting no answers.

You see, Boot Hill is the town cemetery.

[CHUCKLES]

You, uh-- You go on ahead, Miss Lane.

Now, don't you do anything rash.

Pretty hard to believe,

but I think we've stumbled on a bit of the Old West.

Oh, don't worry, Miss Lane.

I've seen enough Western movies to know what I'm doing.

Well, I certainly hope so.

[GUNSHOTS]

Oh, Jim, that shot. For a minute, I--

It must be Gunner practicing.

What in the world are you

trying to prove with that getup?

He called me a dude.

And I aim to show him how wrong he is.

But, Jim, he's armed.

And all those notches.

Each one represents someone he's killed in a gunfight.

I know.

But aside from that, what's he got

that I haven't got?

Nothing.

And he doesn't need it.

I wish you wouldn't put it quite that way.

Anyway, I got until sundown, so, uh, let's go eat.

Okay. But please don't start anything.

All right.

[METAL CLINKING]

Here you are, boys.

Almost forgot.

Payday.

Oh.

A raise, huh? Mm-hm.

I'm feelin' real generous.

Oh. Thanks, boss.

It's okay. I'm feelin' good.

Been out practicin'.

Got myself five squirrels right between the wings.

Yeah?

You mean, between the eyes.

No, no. Between the wings.

These here was flyin' squirrels.

[LAUGHS]

Which one of you boys feels like a little gamblin', hm?

Uh, can't you-- We just look at it for a while, no, boss?

Oh, sure.

Sure, as long as you don't feel like gambling.

Course, you-- You don't have to play.

Oh, we'd rather gamble with you, boss, than eat.

Wouldn't we, Pedro?

S�, s�.

Especially when, if we do not gamble,

we do not have to worry about not eating.

That's just what I wanted to hear.

Come on, what are we waiting for.

You know, this is what I look forward to.

Once a week.

Just like clockwork.

Bet 'em high. Make a pile.

Well, I-- I bet it all.

Mm-hm. Me too.

Here we go.

Pick 'em up, read 'em and weep, boys.

Uh-oh. Uh...

Don't even bother to read 'em.

Hate to tell you this boys, but I got five bullets.

Five little aces.

In Mexico a man would be killed

for having five aces.

What did you say, Pedro?

Uh, I said, "In Mexico, a man would be...

thrilled to have five aces."

"Thrilled," huh?

That's what I thought you said.

But just to be sure there's no misunderstanding,

everything's clear...

you boys don't think you been cheated, do you?

I think you were cheated.

Well, now, look at the dude.

[CHUCKLES]

I'm mighty glad to see you went and bought them fancy duds.

You like 'em?

Sure do.

Hate to see a man die unless'n he's properly outfitted.

You leave him alone.

My, my, ma'am, you're sure excitable.

Uh, but maybe you're right.

Maybe it's too early in the day for a killin'.

Pedro, get him out of here.

I want somethin' to look forward to at sundown.

You come with me, no?

I come with you, yes.

�ndale.

Jimmy. Now, ma'am.

What are you gonna do with him?

Oh, you've got nothing to worry about, ma'am.

Leastwise, not yet.

Why don't you and me sort of talk this over?

No! Ooh.

I am sorry I have to do this, se�or.

You can't shoot a man down in cold blood.

[LAUGHS]

I'm not going to shoot you.

You-- You're not?

No.

Gunner is going to do that.

Oh.

Well, uh, in that case.

[MUFFLED] Whoa. Help.

I've gone blind.

Go pin a tail on a donkey.

[GUNSHOT]

You want anything done, you gotta do it yourself,

I always say.

Move, stranger.

Help. Let me out of here.

Get lost, stupid.

Yes sir, gladly.

Not you.

I meant Pedro.

Now, you turn around and walk up the street.

What are you stopping for, dude?

Let's go in there, huh?

No, thanks. There's, uh--

There's something about jails that I don't like.

Now, ain't that a shame.

Inside.

Go on.

Well, now, look at that.

Somebody's gone and left a cell door open.

Why don't you close it, dude.

That's a funny way to run a jail.

Go on.

You can't do this.

I demand a writ of habeas delicti!

Now, don't you worry about that, dude.

Don't you worry about a thing.

You just be sure you're out of town by sundown.

How can I get out of town by sundown

if I'm locked in here?

Well, that's your problem.

Please, operator, try and get that call through.

Yes.

Call me back as soon as possible.

I thought you would like to know.

The young man is in jail.

In jail?

Oh, what did he do?

What did any of us do?

With Gunner, it does not matter.

Pedro, why do you and Sagebrush

put up with that conceited bully?

If we do not put up with him, he gets very mad.

And when he gets very mad:

[MOANS]

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello? Yes.

Yes, put him on.

Hello, Lois. You sound excited. What's the matter?

Clark, we're in trouble.

Jimmy's in jail, and he's gonna be shot at sundown.

Lois, I'm very busy.

If you want to play jokes, try someone else.

I'm not joking.

Our car broke down,

and we're stuck in a place called Dry Gulch.

I know it sounds crazy, but there's a gunslinger in town

who thinks he's Jesse James or somebody.

And he's gunning for Jimmy.

Tell him to go on a diet. He'll be harder to hit.

This is no joking matter.

Besides putting Jimmy in jail, this--

This character's been making goo-goo eyes at me.

He's been doing what?

That's different. I'll be right out.

[���]

[���]

I'll be a sidewindin' gopher.

Whatever that is.

Well, Jimmy, now you can get out of here.

Oh, jeepers. Thanks, Superman.

How did you get here?

Same way I get everywhere.

No, I don't mean that.

How did you know I was in jail?

Oh, I happened to overhear a conversation

between Miss Lane and Mr. Kent.

Mr. Kent? Is he coming out here?

Yes. As a matter of fact, I expect him any minute now.

Jeepers. With both you and Mr. Kent here,

I don't have anything to worry about.

Well, now, Jimmy, I can't stay.

Incidentally, I want you to keep this secret between you and me.

Whatever you say, Superman.

Thanks, Jimmy. I'll see you.

Clark.

Hello, Lois.

How in the world did you get here so fast?

I flew. Where's Jimmy?

You'll never believe this,

but somehow he broke out of jail.

He's up in his room now, waiting for you.

Oh, well, let him stay there for a while.

First, I want to have a look at this fellow

who's making the goo-goo eyes at you.

Oh, he's probably over in the caf�.

Please be careful, Clark.

After all, you're not Superman.

Oh.

Well, I guess those are just chances I'll have to take, Lois.

Let's go.

[���]

Clark, this is Gunner Flinch.

Mr. Flinch, Mr. Kent.

He's also a reporter on the Planet.

Well, howdy, Mr. Kent.

I've heard about you.

Welcome to Dry Gulch.

I've heard about you too, Gunner.

In fact, I'd like to have a little talk with you.

Can I buy you a soda? Well--

Well, uh, I got a better idea, Mr. Kent.

Why don't we sit down and play a little poker,

just to be sociable.

Oh, I'm sorry, Gunner, I don't gamble.

Mr. Kent, according to the code of the West,

when a man asks you to drink with him, or gamble,

you better drink and gamble.

Fine. I'll drink...soda.

I said "gamble."

Let me tell you somethin'.

When a man declines my invitation,

I go loco, see.

Plumb loco.

Somethin' snaps inside me, and I lose control.

In fact--

In fact, I feel it comin' on right now,

and there's nothin' I can do to stop it.

You better do what he says, Clark.

Even if the cards are marked.

Marked? There's not much I can do about that.

There!

You see what I mean?

Yes, I do, Gunner. I've changed my mind.

I'll gamble with you.

Well, that's better.

Wait a minute. What kind of guns do you carry?

These, ma'am? These here are six-guns.

I was counting.

You shot one of them seven times.

Oh, well, uh--

Ma'am, sometimes I shoot so fast,

even my guns can't keep up with me.

That's a killer.

After you, Mr. Kent.

Thank you. Oh, would you care to have a cup of coffee?

I, uh, just happen to have a deck of cards right handy.

Well, that's a coincidence. Heh.

Cigarette, Mr. Kent?

Oh, thank you, no. I don't smoke. Oh.

Can I light yours?

Why, sure.

Thanks.

You got real nice manners, Mr. Kent--

We're on fire. What happened?

Well, I'm awfully sorry.

It must be my fault.

I, uh, threw the match on there.

I'm-- I'm terribly sorry.

I'll get you a new deck.

Wha-- No, no, not a new deck.

I--

I hardly got these broken in.

Well, that's life.

Uh, waiter, do you sell cards here?

You bet.

Well, may I have a deck, please?

Sure.

I haven't had time to mark them yet.

I'm sure Gunner wouldn't want to play

with marked cards.

Clark, that deck just seemed to explode in flames.

Well, maybe it was a hot deck.

[CLICKS TONGUE]

There you are, Gunner.

[SIGHS]

Thanks.

You know what I'm gonna do, Mr. Kent?

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna give you...

the benefit of the doubt.

Deal.

Well, it's nice to be trusted.

Ah, let's see.

Mm-hm.

[���]

You know, I, uh--

I sort of got a feeling

you might have played this game before.

Nonsense.

All right, Gunner, what do you want to play for?

Well...

Match that.

Alrighty.

That should cover it.

Cut.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

That's a mighty fancy deal, Mr. Kent.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

All right, Gunner, how many cards?

I'm standin' pat.

Well, so am I.

Can you beat five aces?

Five--

There ain't more than four in the whole bloody pack.

That is not what you said this morning

when you had the five aces.

Yeah, but that-- That--

Well-- Heh. I--

Looks like you win, Mr. Kent.

Yes. Looks like.

Well...

Thanks for the lesson.

Here you are, sir.

I hope that will cover part of the damage.

Thank you very much, sir.

My pleasure.

Uh-uh.

Shall we, Lois? Gladly.

But how in the world did you beat him so easily?

Well, maybe I have a few tricks of my own.

Oh, Gunner. Could I have my hat, please?

Thank you.

Uh, let me know if you find more than five aces, will you?

Come out now?

Hi, Mr. Kent.

I heard you were coming.

Oh, you did? Who from?

Oh, well, uh, from Miss Lane, for one.

You should have seen the fun, Jim.

Clark just beat Gunner in a poker game.

Well, that may have started out like fun,

but that doesn't mean it'll end up that way.

I don't think Gunner likes to lose.

Uh, speaking of Gunner...

Well, dude. How did you get out of the hoosegow?

Same way I got in.

Accidentally.

Smart guy, huh?

Let me tell you somethin', dude--

Gunner. Leave him alone.

You killed him.

Mr. Kent, do something.

He can't do anything now.

I had to kill him. He started to draw on me.

A man's got a right to protect himself.

He's right, Jimmy.

There's nothing to do. Right now.

That's using your head, Mr. Kent.

Well, don't you just stand there.

Tote him up to Boot Hill like the others.

Sure. Whatever you say, boss.

[���]

Excuse me just a minute, folks.

What's that, uh, second notch for?

One, two.

That second one there,

that one's for you, dude.

[BLOWS ON GUN]

I have a terrible feeling that he doesn't like me.

And I have a feeling you're absolutely right.

[GROANS]

Okay, Pedro. You can get up now.

[GROANS]

I am getting sick of this.

You're sick?

Gunner's killed me three times already.

He is one big show-me-off.

He pretends to kill us so he look like big man.

The way he pretend to kill all the others.

Well, maybe he actually hasn't killed nobody.

But if he heard you talkin' like you are now,

he just might.

You better skedaddle.

You can't blame yourself, Jim.

Just the same, if it weren't for me,

Pedro would still be alive.

Mr. Kent, sometimes I think

it's better to run away from bullies.

Well, sometimes it is, Jim.

But there's nothing you can do about it now.

At least I can go up to Boot Hill

and pay my respects.

That's a good idea.

We'll all go.

Is, um--? Is this Boot Hill?

Yes, it is, son.

I ain't much on this....

poetry, but this is the best I can do.

"Here lies Pedro at last

"He drew his gun once too often

"Now he lies in his coffin

'Cause he drew, But he didn't draw fast."

[CHUCKLES]

The poet laureate of Dry Gulch.

"Here lies Cactus Bill. Gunner got him."

"Mesquite John,

"You they wanted to lynch Till you ran into

Gunner Flinch."

"Here lies Olsen, the dude.

To Gunner he was very rude."

"Here lies--"

Did I say "Olsen"?

Gunner must really mean business, Clark.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't like the business he's in.

It's too bad that Gunner's spoiling things.

We could certainly enjoy this scenery.

What are you looking at, Clark?

Mm?

I said, What are you looking at?

Oh. Oh, I wasn't looking

at anything special, Lois.

I was just admiring this scenery and those hills.

I think I'll take a little walk,

and try and think this out.

We'll meet you back at the hotel.

I'll be packing.

It's a good thing for you, young feller,

you ain't as tall as your friend.

Cause you'll make a much smaller target.

[���]

A-at last it's happened.

I-I've lost my mind, no?

No, Pedro, you haven't lost your mind.

Or your life either, apparently.

Many times I hear of Superman,

but I do not think I will ever meet him.

Well, you've met him now.

And I'd like to help you, Pedro.

How would you like to help me teach the Gunner

a lesson he'll never forget?

I would like that very much.

But, no-- No, thank you.

I am also fond of living.

Well, don't you worry, I have an idea.

And I think we can get Clark Kent to help us too.

Now, come on over here and sit down,

and I'll tell you all about it.

Did you figure out anything, Clark?

Only that there's gonna be trouble in the streets

around here pretty soon.

So I suppose you're going up to your room and hide.

Sometimes, Lois,

discretion is the better part of valor.

Well, I don't feel very brave myself.

But if it concerns Gunner, I want to watch.

Let's go over to the caf�.

Look, there's Gunner now.

I can't believe it, boss.

Pedro can't be that stupid.

Can't he?

[���]

He's sure asking for it.

What you waiting for?

Why you don't shoot?

I'm aimin' to give you first shot.

Otherwise, against a dangerous gunman like me,

you wouldn't stand a chance.

Go on.

Get it over with. Shoot!

[SIGHS]

I-I just can't do it, Pedro.

I-I can't bring myself to kill you.

Why not?

Already this year you kill me 10 times.

Yeah, but that-- That wasn't for real.

I can't really kill you, Pedro.

You been my buddy for too long.

[WIND GUSTING]

Superman.

That's right, Gunner.

I had a feeling your bark was worse than your bite,

so I paid you a little visit this afternoon,

while you were taking your siesta.

You paid me a visit?

Yes, and you were snoring so peacefully,

I didn't have the heart to disturb you.

So I just removed the slugs from your shells.

Slugs--

You mean, I got nothin' in my guns but blanks?

Why, that little varmint could have killed me.

Boss, why you do not tell the people

all those graves on Boot Hill are phonies?

Yeah.

Yeah, they're phony all right.

Just like the notches on my guns.

I ain't never really killed nobody in my whole life.

Me too. But I think maybe now...

[GASP]

What are you doing, Pedro?

What's the idea shootin' at my feet?

I think maybe I like to see you dance, boss.

[SCREAMS] [LAUGHTER]

[GASPS]

What was it you said about sundown, partner?

I said sundown's

mighty pretty in these parts.

If you don't figure on being out of town by that time...

I do.

Come on, boys.

Wait a minute, boss.

Huh? You forgot something.

Huh? Yeah.

[LAUGHTER]

All right, boys.

Let's vamoose. Ha.

That's the way it is with most bullies, I guess.

Inside, they're just scared.

Yeah. Just the same...

he had me pretty scared for a while.

[CHUCKLES]

Well...

all the shooting over?

Oh, yes, Mr. Kent.

It's quite quiet now.

Hey. By the way, where's Superman?

Yeah. Golly, he was just here a minute ago.

It's a funny thing.

When you're around, Superman never is.

Yes, it is funny.

But maybe he doesn't like me.

[���]

NARRATOR: 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.