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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.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Jim, I don't think you ought to be sitting

in Mr. White's chair with your feet on the desk.

He wouldn't like it.

But Mr. White isn't here. He's miles away.

Well, I don't think Mr. Kent would like it either.

But Mr. Kent isn't here. [DOOR OPENS]

He is now.

And he doesn't like it.

You mean, don't like it?

No, because while you're sitting there, I can't.

Now, excuse me, old boy.

[CLARK & LOIS CHUCKLE]

I thought maybe you had given up

being temporary editor of the Planet.

Oh, no, no, just getting a new ribbon for my typewriter.

Hey, Mr. Kent, we got the story on those bank robbers

Superman just captured 10 minutes ago.

That's fast work.

Hey, speaking of fast work,

you should have been there to see Superman.

Uh, yes, Lois, I'm sorry I missed it.

By the way, I want you to play down the Superman angle

in this story, will you?

Yes, sir... Chief.

Oh, incidentally, isn't it about time we found out

what happened to the real chief?

Yeah, he's been gone about two months now.

That's a long time not to be yelled at.

Well, now that you've brought it up, I have a surprise for you.

We're all going to pay him a visit him this afternoon.

Honestly? Where?

At the cottage.

You mean, that little house

he built right at the edge of the ocean?

That's right. We ought to leave here about 1:00.

This is gonna be interesting.

You can't tell me there isn't something mysterious going on.

Well, you'll see, Lois. You'll see.

[♪♪♪]

You find what you're lookin' for?

Stop all engines. Hold her steady.

Take a look.

[♪♪♪]

So, what's to see? A house on the seashore.

But I'd give a lot to know what's going on in that house.

Huh?

Well, let's face it.

This submarine has made us

a lot of dough in smuggling,

but lately we're not doing so good.

We need a new gimmick. Something big.

Big, huh? How about we smuggle whales?

Full speed ahead.

Make for the secret anchorage and break out the rubber boats.

We're going ashore as soon as it's dark.

Why don't we go ashore here,

and take a gander at the joint?

Because that joint is guarded better than Fort Knox.

They've even got the Coast Guard protecting it from the sea.

But somehow we gotta find out what gives.

[♪♪♪]

Uh, this is Lois Lane. This is Jim Olsen.

We all work for the same paper.

All right, that's Kent, Lane, Olsen.

Right.

Okay, folks, Mr. White's expecting you. Thank you.

I still can't believe it.

Mr. White, a real, honest-to-goodness scientist.

Let's just say a dabbler in science.

What's in there?

You'll find out in a minute, Lois.

Jeepers, a scintillator.

A Geiger counter, Olsen. Be accurate.

First rule of the newspaper game:

If a story is accurate, you can never lose by printing it.

Yes, sir, I'll remember that, sir.

Now...

[CLICKING]

Jeepers... uranium.

A special variety of uranium called U-183.

Be accurate, Olsen, first rule of the newspaper game.

Yes, sir, U-183. Yeah.

Now, there's not enough in here

to cause any damage from a short exposure.

Will somebody please explain this to me?

Come on over and sit down, Lois.

The chief's gonna tell you all about it.

Well, Jim, it looks like we've been working

for a genius all these years.

Yeah, and I used to think...

You used to think what, Olsen?

Well, n-nothing. Nothing, sir, I...

I just used to think...

Obviously, you don't anymore.

Please, chief, what's this all about?

Well, actually, it's all very simple.

For many years, I've made a hobby

of studying ancient scientific documents.

This is a copy of one of them.

This was written a thousand years ago

by a chemist named Archemenio.

It's Greek to me.

Now you're being accurate. It is Greek.

That particular copy tells how to extract U-183

from ordinary seawater.

You mean, this Archemenio discovered that

a thousand years ago?

Yes, and at that time,

U-183 was considered a worthless white metal.

Now it's the most valuable metal in the world.

It can be, particularly in the field of medical research.

Now, up to now, I've been able to extract

only one millionth of a gram.

But if the experiment succeeds,

the supply of U-183 will be unlimited.

And as soon as the government found out about it,

they made it top secret.

Yes, I'm guarded night and day by land and sea.

And all I want to do is to get back to my office,

where people barge in without knocking,

interrupt me when I'm working,

and bother me so I could scream.

Golly, chief, then you do like my work.

Don't call me chief. But that did feel real good.

Yes, sir, I'm glad.

And I... I want you to know I'm proud to be working for a man

that's doing so much for humanity.

That's enough of that, Olsen.

But the whole world should know about this.

Publicity is the last thing I want.

You're just being modest, sir.

Oh, no, he's not, Jimmy.

Well, I think we ought to be getting back.

We have a newspaper to put out. Yeah.

Bye, chief. Goodbye.

Bye.

Oh, chief, let me know if there's anything you need, huh?

Right.

[SIGHS]

If only something would happen

to end this experiment.

Nice visit?

Yes, I guess Mr. White was glad

to have a little company for a change.

Oh, yes, indeed.

The poor man's done thing but work, work, work.

It's pretty important work though.

I'm sure it is.

Seven weeks and I haven't seen Mr. White once.

I don't even know what he looks like.

He looks like a man who'd like to get back to his regular job.

I'm afraid the chief isn't the scientific type.

He runs out of patience.

That's because he's busy thinking.

He's a pretty terrific guy.

Why, Jimmy, I didn't know you were such a fan.

Well, I am.

I'm only sorry I cause him trouble sometime.

But maybe I can make it up

if I do something real nice for him.

What did you have in mind?

I don't know.

Well, back to work. [CHUCKLES]

Bye, folks.

See ya. Bye.

[♪♪♪]

Sure feels good to get outta that sardine can, huh?

Hm?

I just said, it sure feels good...

Wait.

Wait a minute.

Well, this is too good to be true. What's that?

Listen.

"Planet Editor Turned Scientist

Discovers Age-old Secret."

Byline, "James Olsen."

Now listen to this.

"One of history's greatest experiments is taking place

"in a little cottage which juts out into the ocean

at Paradise Sound."

You mean...?

Nah, it couldn't be.

"Here, in this peaceful setting,

"guarded by land and sea,

"Perry White has discovered the secret

"of extracting the uranium element U-183

"from ordinary seawater.

"This afternoon, three Planet reporters,

"Clark Kent, Lois Lane and this writer,

paid a visit to Mr. White..."

Uranium from the ocean.

Hey, that's better than making gold outta lead, huh?

Barney, this is it.

With our smuggling connections all over the world,

that formula could make us a king's ransom.

There's only one catch.

First, we gotta get the formula.

We'll get it.

How?

I'm not sure yet,

except about these three jokers from the Planet.

They've got access to the cottage.

Access? I thought it was uranium.

I mean, they got a way in.

Ah. Is that good for us?

I'm gonna figure a way to make it good.

How could you do it, Jimmy?

I'm sorry, Mr. Kent... Chief... Sir.

You know everything has to clear through the editor.

I was just trying to follow the chief's advice.

He said if a story's accurate, you can't lose by printing it.

Well, this one's accurate, all right.

About the only thing you didn't print was the actual formula.

Good thing it was in Greek, or I would have.

With all those security measures...

And you practically spell it out in black and white.

Right now I feel like jumping out that window

and drinking a bottle of poison on the way down.

Well, I'm afraid it's going to be

a little worse than that, Jimmy.

You mean, I have to shoot myself too?

No,

but I'm afraid you're going to show Mr. White

that article in person.

Oh, please, Mr. Kent, I'll do anything, but... not that.

Well, I'm sorry, Jimmy. I'm not doing this to be mean.

But, sometimes, a good reporter

has to learn his responsibilities the hard way.

The hard way I don't mind,

but the impossible...

Oh, Lois,

your assignment is to drive him

down to the cottage right away.

Hate to do it, Jim,

but Clark's the boss.

I'm afraid he's right.

Come on.

Oh, uh, Lois...

just a minute.

Let's see, it's about 10:00 now.

That gives you plenty of time to be back here by 3 sharp.

We've got a lot of work to do, remember?

Heh-heh, don't I know it.

I promise you, Clark, back by 3.

Good. Let's go.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Um, I don't suppose there's much chance

of us running out of gas, is there Miss Lane?

Nope, tank's full.

A blowout, maybe?

Puncture-proof tires.

A breakdown then.

The, uh... The piston rod breaks through the crankshaft,

and knocks the flywheel into the distributor cap.

Sorry, Jim, it's a brand-new car.

Oh, something's just gotta happen.

It's gotta.

Anything to oblige, kid.

[GASPS] Who...? Who are you?

It doesn't matter, Miss Lane.

Where can we take you, fellas? You... You just name it.

We wanna go to that little cottage at Paradise Sound.

Oh, it's not fair.

Everybody's against me.

I think I've seen you somewhere before.

Didn't we run a story on you about five years ago?

No, the picture didn't do me justice.

Right now you just keep heading for the little cottage.

I won't do it.

That's the spirit, Miss Lane.

Miss Lane, take a look, huh?

Now I remember you. Ace Miller.

You beat a federal smuggling charge.

Sure, but I'm getting outta the smuggling racket, Miss Lane...

after one more job. This one.

You're not going to steal Mr. White's secret formula?

That's right, thanks to that article you wrote.

Miss Lane, I wish you weren't here.

At this point I'd gladly sacrifice myself.

We all make mistakes, Jim.

Yeah, but let's not make any now.

It wouldn't be healthy.

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[♪♪♪]

Good grief, Kent, how did this ever get in the newspaper?

Oh, hello, Bill. I had a hunch you might be dropping by.

Well, it seems our Mr. Olsen embarked

on a truth-in-journalism kick.

As a matter of fact, Bill,

he handed it in to the copy desk before I could give it my okay.

Well, I trust you fired him?

Well, I did something a little worse than that,

as a matter of fact.

I sent him down to see Mr. White

and apologize in person.

Well, maybe you can tell me how how I can apologize

to the county supervisors.

Huh? What do they got to do with it?

Mr. White's cottage is on county land.

That makes my office at least partially responsible

for security measures there.

Oh, no, everything happens to you.

Everything happens to me.

Now I've got to drive all the way down there

and check on everything from A to Z.

Well, there's one bright spot.

Yes, if you hurry, you can get there before they leave

and have a few quiet words with our Mr. Olsen.

Yes. Yes.

Yes, I would appreciate an opportunity

to chew out our Jimmy Olsen.

See you later. Okay, Bill.

[♪♪♪]

Oh, that's all right. I remember you, Miss Lane, Mr. Olsen.

Oh, I see you've brought friends.

Well, officer, uh... That's all right, Miss Lane.

I know you wouldn't bring in anyone that didn't belong.

We do research at the Polytech Foundation.

We're going to help Mr. White with his formula.

Oh, okay, you're clear. Go right on through, Miss Lane.

Thanks, thanks a lot.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Lois, Olsen, I didn't expect you.

Us either, huh, pop?

Mr. White, I can explain.

I... On second thought, I'd rather I didn't.

Well, this is preposterous.

What are these...? These two apes doing here?

Watch your language, Mr. White. We're sensitive.

Put your hands down.

They hid in the car, chief.

We had to bring them.

That's right. They had to bring us.

Look the place over, Barney.

Yeah.

Well, what did you come back here for in the first place?

The answer couldn't possibly help

the situation now, chief... Sir.

In fact, nothing could.

Where's the formula, Mr. White?

You'll get that formula over my dead body.

[GUN COCKS] If that's how it's gotta be.

Olsen, I have a strange feeling you're at the bottom of this.

He was just trying to please you, chief,

and it backfired.

"Exploded" is a better word, Miss Lane.

Find anything, Barney?

This must be it, Ace.

No, no, that's just some Greek literature

I've been translating.

Since when is the Greek alphabet

made up of numbers? Yeah.

Well, I guess you win.

Okay, as long as you have the formula,

you might as well have the sample that goes with it.

But, chief...

Lois, whoever ends up with the formula

should have everything that goes with it.

All we can do is hope

that they'll use it for humanitarian purposes.

Now, that's the kind of an attitude I appreciate.

Well, come on, you two, help me to carry it out.

Carry it out? But it was just on the...

Olsen, haven't you learned to obey orders yet?

Yes, sir.

Get in here.

As soon as we get the sample, we'll get rid of them.

[CLICKS]

Open up, or we'll blast our way in.

Go ahead and try. It's impossible.

That bolt on the inside probably saved our lives.

Yes, I didn't want anyone coming in here

while I was working.

All right, we can play the same game.

Get the torch.

You're thinking of burning the joint down,

don't forget we're in it, huh?

It ain't gonna work, Ace. They know who you are.

Like you said, we gotta get rid of them.

And not only that,

we gotta make sure nobody even knows the formula is gone.

Meaning we gotta get rid of them and this shack, huh?

Exactly. Well, that's impossible,

without gettin' rid of ourselves, huh?

ACE: You just leave the brain work up to me.

Now, go on, light it.

Hey, you in there.

We're welding you in.

Hey, you inside,

make the most of the next hour.

That's all you got, till about quarter after 3.

You're bluffing!

Figure it out for yourself, Miss Lane.

I got nothing to gain by bluffing.

All right, let's go.

They must have figured out some way to blow up the whole place.

Without themselves being anywhere near

when it happens.

I'm sure they had no explosives with them.

Then, theoretically, they can't do anything.

Well, let's quit fooling ourselves.

They've figured out something.

We've got until 3:15.

You may as well read this now, Mr. White.

Then spend the next hour bawling me out.

At least we'll feel at home.

Leaving already?

Where're Miss Lane and Mr. Olsen?

Uh, they're... They're...

Oh, they're staying with Mr. White for supper, officer.

We'll come back for them later.

Imagine Mr. White could use some company.

Yes, you should see them,

gabbing away like they only had an hour to live.

Just be sure you pick them up before 9.

Everyone has to be off by then.

Oh, they'll be off, all right, officer.

I guarantee it. Okay.

Goodbye. Bye, now.

Now where to, huh?

Back to the little rubber boat and the submarine.

Ah, I think I see what you mean.

[SIGHS]

Harriet, it's almost 3.

Lois and Jim promised to be back.

Are you sure they didn't phone in while I was out?

Oh.

All right, thanks.

Operator, this is a special call

through the Civil Security Commission switchboard.

Extension 518.

Right. Thank you.

[RINGING]

CSC 518.

This is Clark Kent of the Daily Planet.

Hello, Mr. Kent.

Hello, Inspector Henderson.

Did I understand you say hello to Inspector Henderson?

Yes, he's right here with me now.

Oh, uh, tell me, how long ago

did Miss Lane and, uh, Mr. Olsen leave there?

Well, they didn't leave yet, Mr. Kent.

What? Well, that's impossible. It's...

It's after 3 now.

They're staying with Mr. White for supper.

Supper? When did they tell you that?

Well, they didn't exactly tell me, their friends did.

Friends?

I don't know anything about any friends.

You know, the two fellas from the Polytech Institute.

Oh. Well, can you put me right through to the house, please?

Well, sure.

Well, funny thing, they don't answer.

Somebody has to be there, though.

It's all right. Let me talk to Inspector Henderson at once.

He wants you.

Yes, Clark?

I don't know what's going on down there,

but I'm not happy about it.

Would you go to the cottage and check

and call me right back?

I'm on my way.

[♪♪♪]

[KNOCKING]

Hello there, Mr. White?

Listen! That's Inspector Henderson.

We're in here, Henderson, in here!

Get out, you'll be blown up with us.

[♪♪♪]

Wait a minute, I'll throw the bolt.

It's no use. They welded it shut.

Get out, Henderson! You can't help us.

Golly, it's after 3 already.

I can't get it open.

We know that. Get out.

Save yourself.

Inspector, you haven't got much time.

We'll be blown up any second.

That's impossible.

Nobody could get near enough.

They've got a way.

Somehow they figured how to do it.

I'll be glad when this is over.

Ready...

Fire!

Something went wrong.

The torpedo exploded too soon.

What happened?

Surface, come into port, and give yourselves up.

Don't try anything funny, I'll be watching you.

No! It's Superman!

Superman?

What do we do now?

Ask no questions.

Surface and head for port, like the man says.

He could crush this sub like an eggshell with his bare hands.

Engine room, engine room, surface and head for port.

[BUZZING]

[♪♪♪]

I thought it might be you.

Oh, well...

That's about as close a call as you've ever had.

Jeepers, Superman, we heard the explosion.

What happened?

You'll get the full story later, Jim.

Just be sure you print it accurately.

Don't ever say that, Superman.

I never want him to be accurate again.

Say, chief, what about the formula?

Well, I've gone as far as I can with that, Lois.

From here on, it's up to the Civil Security Commission.

I don't suppose there's any way to thank you, Superman?

As a matter of fact there is, Miss Lane.

By getting back to your office at once.

After all, poor Clark Kent can't get that paper out

by himself, you know.

[♪♪♪]

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.