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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: 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.

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[DINGS]

[YAWNS] Mornin'.

Nope, it's still there.

Why can't I just see pink elephants like everybody else?

This here ain't no pink elephant, mister.

This here's Lillybelle,

best little mule in Skunk Hollow County.

Skunk Hollow County?

Yup. That's where we're from.

Never been to the big city before.

[SIGHS]

Sign the register.

How, uh--? What about Lillybelle here?

Oh, don't fret none about her.

I'll just keep her in the room with me.

"Sylvester J. Superman."

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Superman,

but hotel regulations don't allow us to--

Superman.

Superman?

Yup, that's me.

It can't be. It just can't.

Or can it?

I keep this around just in case of trouble.

Now, if you're really Superman,

you can bend this iron bar into a horseshoe.

You city folk sure learn fast.

How'd you know I was the strongest man

in Skunk Hollow County?

That's good enough for me, Superman.

I don't know why you're wearing that disguise

and draggin' that mule around,

but I know you have your reasons,

and that's good enough for me.

I ain't quite sure what you're drivin' at, sir.

Don't worry, Superman. I'll play right along with you.

Take room 18. Just go through the door,

turn down the hall to the left.

It sure is a pleasure to find Skunk Hollow hospitality

in a big city. Thank you kindly.

[CHUCKLES]

You kill me, Superman. What an act.

Superman staying at my hotel.

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Hi.

Hello.

Can I help you?

You don't recognize me, do you, Mr. Kent?

Well, you seem familiar, but I can't quite place you.

You placed me once, all right.

Placed me right in the state pen.

Oh, sure, now I remember.

Leftover Louie Lyman.

That's right, Mr. Kent.

Just graduated yesterday.

You know, if it hadn't been for those articles you wrote,

I might have got off with six months,

instead of five years.

I wrote it the way I saw it, Louie.

And you know you deserved that five years for the bank job.

Okay, okay. I-I ain't complainin'.

I just wanted you to know there ain't no hard feelings.

I appreciate that, Louie.

I thought ya would.

Don't let it happen again, see?

That depends on you, Louie.

You behave yourself and I won't bother you.

You mind your business, Kent, and I'll mind mine.

Get it?

Sure, I get it.

Good.

See ya around, pal.

Something tells me you're gonna be my business, Louie.

Oh, howdy, Mr. Lyman.

Gimme my key.

Oh, your friend Buckets came by about an hour ago.

I let him in your room. Fine.

Hi. Hi.

[GROANS]

I'd just as soon be back in the pen

as living in this joint.

Now, listen, Louie.

We still got 50 grand stashed away from that bank job.

Mm-hm. But you're on parole.

And the cops are gonna keep their eyes on ya for a while.

So how would it look if right away

we moved to a swanky penthouse, huh?

Yeah, guess you're right.

We better lay low for a while.

Hey, uh...

Tell me something, Leftover.

How does it feel to be in a real bigtime pen?

I never made nothing but the local pokies.

Ah, too bad.

You know what I missed most?

Your girl?

Nah.

What I missed most was...

lemon meringue pie.

You're kidding. No.

You should see the way my Aunt Tillie used to make 'em.

Ah, your Aunt Tillie couldn't even light the oven

for Margie's lemon meringue pie.

I resemble that, Leftover.

Yeah? Yeah.

Where do you get off insulting my Aunt Tillie?

Wha-- I--

And besides, who's this Margie dame?

Margie Holloway.

We grew up on the same street.

I used to pick up a buck

cuttin' the Holloway lawn when I was a kid.

Every Saturday afternoon.

And Margie would come out and bring me

a big hunk of lemon meringue pie,

hot outta the oven.

Yeah? Yeah.

Well, I'll bet you half of the 50 grand

that my Aunt Tillie could bake rings around her.

Why, your Aunt Till--

You mean that?

Sure, I mean it.

Buckets, you got yourself a bet.

You get a fresh pie from your Aunt Tillie,

and I'll get one from Margie.

Yeah, then we get the first newsboy we see,

and he can be the impractical judge.

You mean the impartial judge.

Ah, what's the difference?

Okay? It's a deal. Yeah.

We meet 6:00 Thursday.

Winner take all. But remember:

if ya don't bring a pie, ya lose automatic.

Well...

I ain't seen Margie for nearly ten years,

but I'll get a pie out of her somehow.

See ya Thursday, 6:00.

It's a deal.

"R.D. Please come home.

All is forgiven. J.D."

"N-- Not responsible for any debts but my own.

Herkimer Bedlam." Ha. You like that.

"Superman.

"Need your help immediately.

Please contac--" Superman?

That's me.

Hey, Lillybelle.

How'd someone know we was in town?

"Superman.

"Need your help immediately.

"Please contact Margie Holloway,

Apartment D, Surf Hotel."

Well, Lillybelle.

I reckon the city's not much different

from Skunk Hollow at that.

There's only two ways to treat a neighbor:

Ya help 'em out, or ya shoot 'em out.

Reckon we better help this one out.

Sure beats me though,

the way folks knows about you before ya hardly even gets here.

Come on, Lillybelle.

Come on, Lilly.

Clark. Yeah?

Have you seen this? What?

Oh, Superman, huh?

"Superman, I need your help.

Please contact Marge Holloway." Huh.

I wonder what she wants with Superman?

I wonder too, Lois.

I think I'll take a run over there

and see if I can find out.

The last time Superman answered one of these ads,

he got in more trouble than a barrel of monkeys.

Yes. I remember.

You remember?

You weren't even around then.

Oh, well, uh...

you wrote the story, didn't you?

And I can read, you know.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Yes?

Well, well, well.

If it ain't the same old Margie.

The same old Margie?

Yeah. Don't you remember me?

Louie Lyman.

Louie...

You used to mow our lawn.

That's right.

But I thought--

Well, I read in the papers that you were--

Away? Well...

You read it right, Margie.

Well, how did you find me?

I went back to the old house,

and they gave me your new address.

Well, if it's a little money you need, Louie, I'm sure--

No, no, no. I don't need no money, Margie.

Well, what do you want?

Well, this is gonna sound kinda funny,

but all I want is this pie.

I didn't expect you'd have it all ready for me.

This isn't for you.

Besides, you didn't come here just for a pie.

Honest, Margie.

All those five years in the clink...

I did nothing but dream about your pies.

About those Saturday afternoons

when you'd-- You'd bring me a hunk on those pink plates.

Oh, I'm sorry, Louie. But you can't have it.

What am I askin' for? Just one little pie.

I'm complimented that you remember, Louie,

but I baked this one for someone very special.

Yeah? Who's so special?

His name is Steve.

He's my fianc�.

Oh.

He's in the Air Force up in Alaska.

Alaska?

Wh-what does he do? G-guard the icebergs?

Well, he's stationed in a little radio shack

just 50 miles outside of Iceville.

Yeah?

Well, so-- So you can bake him another pie.

This is Steve's pie.

Okay, okay. Then bake another one for me.

I can't, Louie. I promised Steve before he went away

that I wouldn't bake lemon meringue pies

for anybody but him.

Listen, kid. I want this pie, see.

Listen, you give that--

Sorry, Marge, no can do.

Why, you-- How can you--?

Look at it this way.

By the time the pie got to him,

it'd be as stale as-- As last year's news.

Well, not if it goes the way I planned, it won't.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Who's that? Well, I don't know.

But you'd better put that box down

because now I have a witness,

and you'll be back in jail for robbery.

Okay.

But you ain't seen the last of me.

Oh, I don't know who you are,

but you certainly came in the nick of time.

I'm Superman, ma'am.

I seen this here advertise--

You? Superman? Yes, ma'am.

Now, if you need help like it says--

Well, come in, please.

Thank you, ma'am.

I had to leave Lillybelle tied up outside.

Oh, yes, of course.

You had to leave Lillybelle tied up outside.

Lillybelle's my mule.

Your mule?

Yup. I never expected

to find so many hitchin' posts in a big city.

Those are parking meters.

Parking meters.

Well, I reckon ya gotta have a fancy name

for such fancy hitchin' posts.

Are you sure you're Superman?

Well, I reckon I ought to know who I am, ma'am.

Now, what's this help you be needin'?

Well, uh...

Well, first of all,

I'd like to have the piano moved over there.

Glad obliged, ma'am.

[GASPS]

Why, it took four men to bring that piano in here.

Four? Shucks, they must have been awful little men.

Well, I'm convinced you're Superman.

But I certainly didn't expect you to look like this.

I-I mean--

Aw, shucks, I don't look like this all the time, ma'am.

You should see me in my Sunday overalls.

Well, it's none of my business

why you're putting on some kind of act, Superman.

But I appreciate your sense of humor.

Makes you seem more human.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Oh, excuse me. It seems somebody

has put an "open house" sign on my door.

Miss Holloway?

Yes.

I'm Clark Kent of the Daily Planet.

I've come in reference to you ad.

Clark Kent? I'm a great admirer of yours.

Come in. I'll introduce you to Superman.

Oh, you will. You mean Superman's here?

Yes. In person.

Well...

Superman? Yes, ma'am?

I'd like you to meet Mr. Kent.

Pleased to meet ya, Mr. Kent.

On the contrary.

It's I that's pleased to meet you, Superman.

I was just about to tell Superman why I needed him.

Yes, I'd like to hear that too.

Well, first of all,

I'd like to make my annual contribution to charity.

And I'd like you to do with it as you see fit.

This here is a powerful lot of money, ma'am.

What am I supposed to do for it?

Well, all you have to do is deliver this to my fianc�.

To a little radio shack

just 50 miles outside of Iceville, Alaska.

It's the anniversary of the first day we met,

and you're the only one that can get it there for me fresh.

Oh, Steve and I would be so grateful.

Alasky? That's mighty far, ma'am.

Well, not for you. You can fly up.

Fly?

Well, if that's the way you want, ma'am,

I'll do it. Oh, thank you.

Thank you, Superman.

Um, perhaps I'd better handle this, Superman.

Oh, no, sirree, Mr. Kent.

I promised to help the lady,

and that's what I'm aimin' to do.

So nobody touches this here

except until I put it in the hands of her fianc�.

Well, I was just kidding. Shall we go?

Thank you again, Superman.

And thank you, Mr. Kent, for dropping by.

When I read your ad, I thought there might be a story in it.

Now I'm sure of it.

Bye, ma'am.

Bye.

Goodbye.

Hey, you--

Leftover Louie.

What are you doing here?

My business is with junior, here, Kent,

and it's strictly legal.

I'm in kind of a hurry, mister.

I gotta fly this pie to Alasky.

Don't bother. I'll give you 50 bucks for it.

That's right nice, mister,

but I promised to deliver it to a soldier.

I'll make it a hundred.

What do you want with the pie?

I wanna eat it, see.

What do ya usually do with a pie?

Ain't nobody gonna eat this

'cept the man it was whomped up for.

Now, I gotta get goin'.

Nice to make your acquaintance, Mr. Kent.

Same here, Superman.

No, wait a minute. Hey, I'll make that 200.

Louie! Three hundred--

Come here.

Now, I--

Let me give you some advice. In the first place,

he can probably break you in two.

In the second place, if you make any trouble,

I'll have to write some more little articles about you.

You'll get in my hair once too often, Kent.

Not if you behave yourself, Louie.

Now, where do you live? I'll drive you home

because I don't want you to make trouble.

Don't boss me around, Kent.

You may be tough, Louie, but perhaps you've heard

the typewriter is mightier than the brass knuckle.

Now, where did you say you lived?

The Crumbly Hotel.

That figures.

Let's go.

[CLICKING]

[WIND GUSTING]

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That was Axle Airbase.

Oh? What did they want?

They wanted to know how the weather was up here.

I hope you didn't tell them.

I told them the weather was perfect...

for Eskimos.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

Howdy. You the fella called Steve?

Don't bother asking me questions.

I'm obviously out of my mind.

Well, I brung ya this pie from Miss Holloway. Here.

Margie? A pie?

Yup. Got it here as quick as I could.

Well, reckon we better be gettin' back.

Wait a minute, wait. Come on in.

It's 20 below out there.

That's cold enough to freeze

even a figment of the imagination.

Yeah, I reckon I would like to set awhile.

Come on, Lillybelle. We been invited in.

I reckon I better unbundle you a mite, Lillybelle.

Is this for real?

Realest pie I ever saw.

No, no, I meant you...

and the mule.

Well, now-- Now, that's a funny question.

I'm sorry.

Look, you make yourselves at home

while I talk this over with myself.

Well, ain't you gonna try the pie first?

Well, that's Margie's meringue, all right.

I can't be dreaming that.

Look, will you tell me something?

What's this all about and how did you get here?

Well, Miss Holloway wanted you to have that there pie.

So me and Lillybelle took one of them airplanes to Fairbanks

and then a truck to Iceville,

then I jumped on Lillybelle and here we are.

It's incredible.

Yup. It's chilly too.

Look, I'll fix up some grub.

Then we'll start from the beginning.

That's mighty nice of you.

The Air Force is never gonna believe this.

[DINGS]

What can I do for you, sir?

Well, you can tell me where Mr. Lyman's room is.

Oh, it's room 16. It's down the hall,

turn to the left, turn to the right,

fourth door to the left. You can't miss it.

Thank you. Oh, one more thing.

Yes? He ain't in.

Well, could you tell me where he is?

Flyin', I guess.

Flying?

Anyway, he rented an airplane.

One with skis on it.

Skis? Did you say skis?

Yeah, skis. S-K-E-E-E-S.

Skis.

Alaska...

lemon meringue pie.

Thank you very much.

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You rassle up a right nice snack, mister.

Snack? That's two weeks' rations.

But any man who can do what you've done deserves it.

Ah, I guess we can start on this now.

Sounds like one of them airplanes.

Oh, must be the monthly mail plane.

He's been due any day now.

Lucky there's enough for three here.

And maybe just a smidgeon for Lillybelle?

I'm sorry, I didn't think a mule would like lemon meringue pie.

But then... this is no ordinary mule.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Excuse me.

Oh, it's cold out here! Let me in!

Okay, brother. Where is it?

Where's what?

You know what I mean. Where's that pie?

Pie? Oh, this is too much for one day.

Where's that lemon meringue pie?

Margie's?

Oh, there it is.

Hey. Ain't you the fella I seen back in the city?

Yeah, that's right, junior.

What did she do? Bake that pie with uranium?

No, it's just an ordinary pie. That's all.

But to me, it's worth 25 grand.

[WIND HOWLING]

So long, kiddies. Have fun.

[PLANE ENGINE STARTING]

Should have blasted him.

If there's anything lower than a mule thief,

it's a pie stealer.

I couldn't. It's not worth it.

Not even for one of Margie's pies.

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Well, Lillybelle,

this ain't the first trip we took for nothin'.

It doesn't matter about the pie.

It was the thought that counted.

Margie's and yours.

Shucks, I was just tryi'' to help out a neighbor.

Well, we could certainly use a world full of your kind.

Uh, would you take this back to Margie for me?

I made it for her.

It's a mite long, ain't it?

I guess I got carried away.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Now, who in tarnation--?

Oh, probably just a Zulu native riding by on his elephant.

Come in.

Welcome, sir. It's a vast relief

to realize that I actually have gone crazy.

Now I can enjoy it.

Has he been here yet? The man who wanted the pie?

Certainly. He left just a few minutes ago.

But don't fret. I've got a nice can of plum pudding for you.

What kind of a plane was he flying?

I must have missed him.

A yellow, two-engine job...

trimmed with lace with purple polka dots.

Well, I'm going after him.

Get to the bottom of this once and for all.

[BUZZING] Ah, that must be the general

calling to tell me he's coming to lunch.

Who are you, mister?

Never mind about that now.

Well, this sure is a realistic nightmare.

That was the man who stole the pie.

I know. His plane was forced down by ice on its wings,

and he's holed up with a portable transmitter

in an ice cave... which fell in on him.

How could he hear that? I couldn't hear nothin'.

Well, if that don't beat all!

He just jumped in the air and kept on goin'!

You mean that's unusual?

Well...ain't it?

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[MOANING]

Oh, looks like you're gonna end up as my last meal.

Get me outta here, Superman.

Anywhere. I don't care, just so long as it's warm.

But first, we have to return this pie to its rightful owner.

But I can't walk all the way back there, Superman.

Who said anything about walking, Louie?

Well, I can't fly.

With me you can, and don't worry,

my wings don't ice up. Come on.

Oh! Oh! Super-- Oh.

Well, I sure hate to see you leave, Sylvester.

I brung back your pie.

Yes, sure, naturally, you brung back the pie.

Oh, just a moment.

You mind giving him a lift?

I reckon not. Climb aboard, mister.

Why did they ever lead me

outta that nice, warm penitentiary?

Hey, and you better be careful, mister.

You're liable to get hurt, flying around like that.

All right. I'll be careful.

Come on. Head this mangy beast south and let's go.

So long.

[MOANING CONTINUES]

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Now.

How about a piece of that pie?

They told me this Arctic solitude

could do funny things to a man.

Oh, you're all right, Steve.

Really? Why, sure.

All you need is an explanation, which I can give you,

now that I've talked to Louie, who told me the whole story.

[LOUIE MOANING]

What happened to you?

D-d-don't ask. Take all the m-m-money.

It's yours.

And don't ever make me no more bets again.

I can't take it, Louie.

My Aunt Tillie not only wouldn't make me a pie,

she flung me out for good measure.

T-take it anyway.

I've seen the c-c-cold facts of life, Buckets.

From now on...

I g-g-g-go legitimate.

Harry. Mr. Kent stopped by to see me.

We both figured to see how you was comin' along.

Don't worry, Louie. You'll thaw out in time.

Listen, Kent.

M-m-me and Buckets has seen the light.

Cross my freezing heart and hope to die.

You know, Louie, this time, I believe you.

Well, that takes care of them, Sylvester.

How about you?

Well, I'll tell ya, Mr. Kent.

I don't feel right natural around these here parts.

I'm going back to Skunk Hollow

where I can be just plain Superman.

And the best of luck to you, Superman.

And you too, Lillybelle.

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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.