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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.

[♪♪♪]

Quiet, please. Genius at work.

Oh-ho. At what work, may I ask?

I was learning to type with my eyes closed.

Oh. Oh, oh.

"The quick brine fox jumpled the lazy dig."

Oh, that's pretty good, Clark.

Uh, what language are you trying for?

The chief's liable to come up with a few new words himself

if we don't get in there.

Oh, that's right. He wanted to see us right away.

Oh? What about?

I don't know. But it's one of his mysterious days.

Come on. I see.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Come in.

Now, which one of you knows anything

about the secret cult of Zaharan?

Whatever it is, I didn't do it.

Modern education.

Don't they teach you anything but finger painting?

But, chief, uh, the secret cult of Zaharan?

It's a new one on me, too, sir.

Well, for your information,

it's an ancient Near East culture.

That book covers it completely.

It says here the tribe goes back 10,000 years.

"Even to this day, survivors of the race

believe firmly in their ancient superstitions."

But what's this got to do with the Daily Planet, sir?

In exactly one hour, Abdul Ben Bay and Ali Zing

arrive in Metropolis, the last stop on their world tour.

Rumor says that they belong to this cult.

Oh, yes, I remember reading a dispatch about them

several months ago.

Seems nobody knows what they're up to.

They refuse to grant any sort of an interview.

And they wear enough jewels to sink a battleship.

Exactly.

You want us to get the interview?

Exactly. And if we don't?

Exactly.

We'll do our best.

Miss Lane,

it might help if you'd wear this.

What is it?

I borrowed it from Professor Walter's collection.

It's supposed to be an ancient Zaharan relic.

If you wear it, it might attract their attention,

get them talking.

Uh, jeepers, what if it has something to do

with all this superstition stuff?

Oh, come off it, Jim.

We're in the 20th century.

I know that.

But do Mr. Abdul and Mr. Zing?

[♪♪♪]

You have to think faster, my friend.

Abdul and Zing will be here shortly.

Yes, yes, I know. We've followed them around the world

waiting for the chance, and still it hasn't come.

The jewels which they wear on their turbans

would make us rich men if we could get them.

There's only one way. We must strike boldly.

But I am not a very bold man.

In fact, sometimes I wonder how I ever became a thief.

Ah, but now is our chance to become great thieves.

You have a plan?

Yes. Listen well.

We will be at the airport when they arrive.

They will have their guards with them as usual.

Their guards.

If we could only get rid of them.

But that is your job.

You'll create a disturbance.

Steal something.

Pick somebody's pocket.

But make sure the victim knows it.

That would ruin my professional standing.

It is our only chance. You will try to escape.

And the guards will chase me.

Yes.

Then you will leave the rest to me.

I will take them boldly and quietly by surprise.

And they will take me boldly and quietly to jail.

They will merely deport you. It does not matter.

A stain on my character.

But, as you say, it is our only chance.

Come, we must hurry.

Well. Looks like we're right on time.

The flight's in.

Looks like somebody else is here to meet them too.

They don't look very friendly, do they?

I'd sure hate to meet them in a dark bazaar.

They are a little sinister at that, aren't they?

[♪♪♪]

Well, after all, Clark, you don't have to stare at them.

Hm?

Oh, I-I'm sorry, Lois,

but I remember reading about Abdul and Zing.

They're supposed to both be wearing a fortune in jewels.

Stop worrying, Clark.

Nothing's gonna happen here in broad daylight.

Well, I guess you're right.

But I think I'll just check with the security officer anyway.

Might be interesting. Excuse me.

This had better get us an interview,

or the chief will blow a fuse.

Here they come, Miss Lane.

Jimmy, the pendant. Stop! Thief! Help!

After him.

They'll get him, Miss Lane.

The jewels, gentlemen, quickly and quietly.

No. No, they are sacred.

The jewels, or I shoot.

We must do as he says.

[BULLETS RICOCHET]

Take care of him.

We have heard of you even in our own country.

A thousand thanks be heaped upon you.

We are your humble servants.

If there is anything we can do...

Well, gentlemen, there's nothing you can do for me.

But I have two young friends from the Daily Planet.

And they'd be very grateful if you'd give them an interview.

Of course, it is the least...

We can do.

Well, thank you very much.

Uh, let's find a roo...

A place to talk?

Certainly.

Oh, by the way, where's Superman?

Oh, he must have... Left.

[CHUCKLES]

Is it true this is really

nothing more than a pleasure trip?

I wish it were more exciting, Miss Lane.

For the sake of your story.

What I wanna know is about this Zaharan business.

It is the tribe of our ancestors.

Hi. Hi, Clark.

Uh, this is Mr. Abdul and Mr. Zing.

How do you do? This is Mr. Kent.

Mr. Kent. Gentlemen.

You're a little late, Clark.

Superman got the interview exclusively for Jimmy and me.

Well, this isn't the first time you two have scooped me.

What I don't understand, Mr. Kent,

is how did Superman happen to be here?

Well, Jimmy, I, uh, told you.

I read about the jewels in the paper,

and I assume Superman did the same thing

and sort of came around to keep an eye on things.

Well, that's fine. Now, uh, goodbye, Mr. Kent.

Oh, not until I return your pendant.

They caught the thief.

Oh, thank you.

What's the matter?

That scarab, it is...

Extraordinary.

Is that the one you were wearing?

Well, I was until the thief came along.

May we see it, please?

Why, certainly.

Oh, uh, did I mention this is our story?

Well, yes, Lois, but I thought I'd...

Uh, we can manage, thank you.

Very well.

The chief was right. They sure seem interested.

It is indeed...

Very beautiful.

Yes, it is.

You have been most gracious, Miss Lane.

Tonight, we leave for Beldad, the capital of our country.

And from there, we move on to supervise a secret excavation.

We'd be glad if you came.

And covered the story as our guests.

A secret excavation?

Well, golly, this is a chance I've always dreamed of.

You will come with us?

Why, yes, of course.

Oh, that is, if Mr. Olsen can come too.

I'm sure our boss will be happy to let us go.

Naturally, you will want photographs.

The plane leaves at 7:30.

We will meet you here.

There's just one small request.

That you wear the pendant.

I'd wear the Rock of Gibraltar for this.

Seven-thirty, then.

Aren't you excited, Jim?

You bet I am.

Clark, you're just jealous because you weren't invited.

Lois, I think you know better than that.

Now, what do we know about these two characters after all?

And what about this secret excavation business?

What's that all about?

If we knew, it wouldn't be secret.

I don't see anything wrong with it, Clark.

And it could be a great feature.

Well, you're the boss, chief, but I just don't like it.

Jeepers, Mr. Kent, if there's any trouble,

don't forget, I'll be there.

You will not only be there.

The chances are 10-to-1 you will have started it.

Sometimes, the faith you have in me is frightening.

Well, you just remember to bring back some good pictures.

You can count on me, chief.

Sir.

Then we can go?

Yes, yes, so we can have a little peace and quiet

around here for a week or two.

Now, listen to me, you two.

I want you to promise me something.

I want you to watch your step and not take any chances.

For your peace of mind, Clark,

I promise we'll file a dispatch

the minute we arrive in Beldad.

You do that. Okay.

Ready, Jim?

Ready, Miss Lane.

PERRY: Uh, Mr. Olsen.

Yes, sir?

If you intend to bring back some pictures,

it might be a good idea to take your equipment with you.

Yes, sir.

Uh, thank you, sir.

Well, have a nice trip, sir.

You're the one who's going away!

I know.

[SIGHS]

You know, those two could drive you crazy.

Oh, well, maybe they'll fall in the river

and get eaten by crocodiles

or get lost in the desert or something, but...

But, Clark, you don't really think

there'll be any trouble, do you?

Well, you can call it a hunch, chief, but I really do.

Well,

we can't do anything about it now.

They'll be in Beldad in 36 hours.

Uh, Chief, I, uh, haven't wanted to mention this,

but I haven't been feeling very well lately,

and I wonder if I could have a few days off now,

from my vacation, of course.

My boy, you and I are going to be very busy all night

and probably all day tomorrow,

getting out that dummy for the anniversary number.

There'll be plenty of time to talk about vacations later on.

Yes, sir.

And to think, we'd almost given up.

Fate has indeed been kind to us.

But are you sure?

That they will come with us?

Yes. I see them now.

What of the boy?

He will be a problem, but no sacrifice...

Is too great. Even his.

Ah. You have arrived.

A great adventure is about to begin.

I still can hardly believe it.

You will when you smell the incense.

What incense?

Ah, he speaks of the exciting air of the Far East.

Yes, of course.

I wonder how we'll feel a couple of weeks from now

when we're back here getting off the plane.

I wouldn't worry about that, Miss Lane.

Shall we...? Go?

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

And over there is the mosque of Mohammed Ali.

Jeepers, it looks like they copied everything

right out of those pictures in my old geography book.

Is it really as mysterious as they say, Mr. Zing?

I shall have to leave that to your judgment, Miss Lane.

[TIRES SQUEAL]

Hey, the sign says Beldad's that way.

We are not going to Beldad.

But our dispatch.

I told you we promised to send one as soon as we got there.

We have instructed one of our messengers

to send a dispatch in your name.

But you can't do that.

We demand the opportunity to send our own dispatch.

And when we demand something...

We very seldom get it.

This is ridiculous. I don't know what you're doing,

but you'll never get away with it.

We mean you no harm. You must believe that.

It'd be easier to believe...

if you'd put that gun away.

I hate to admit it, Jim, but looks like Clark was right.

I think we've done it again.

But, golly, Miss Lane, what would they want with us?

Unless the chief hired them to get rid of us.

It is not for money we do this thing, rather...

For the sake of Zaharan.

Zaharan? I never did like the sound of that word.

I bet this necklace has something to do with it.

That, Miss Lane,

is the sacred scarab of the queen of Zaharan.

Oh, she can gladly have it back.

She already has, Miss Lane.

You mean, you think I'm...?

Exactly. You are the queen of Zaharan.

How do you do, Your Majesty.

This is no joking matter, Jim.

I will explain briefly. Our queen's name was...

Uh, excuse me, is. - -Nephridius.

Five thousand and twenty-six years ago,

she fell into a deep sleep in the tomb of Zaharan.

She was wearing that scarab.

And it was prophesied that she would awaken 5000 years later

and would be identified by that scarab.

Then she should've awakened 26 years ago.

And that's exactly how old you are, Miss Lane.

The prophesy of Zaharan works in strange ways.

A thousand years later,

thieves broke into the tomb and stole our queen.

That was the reason for our trip.

To find the woman wearing the sacred scarab.

Who is our queen.

But it can't be.

Well, you've made an awful mistake.

Jeepers, Miss Lane,

you don't look a day over 3000 years old.

Some day, Miss Lane, Your Majesty,

you will thank us for bringing you home.

Chief, take a look at this dispatch from Beldad.

"Good trip, stop. Safe arrival, stop.

"Proceeding to destination, stop. End dispatch, stop.

Olsen and Lane."

Well, now, do you believe everything's all right?

Just the opposite. Take another look.

Lois and Jimmy didn't write that dispatch.

You're a little groggy. You haven't had enough sleep.

No, look. Look at this.

It says, "End dispatch." They wouldn't write that.

You've got a point there, Kent.

They'd have have used a newspaper term, "30."

Right, which means someone else sent it for them.

Someone may have abducted them.

I'll bet that scarab had something to do with this.

Call the police, put it in their laps.

Wait a minute, I've got a few angles I want to try myself.

No, you don't. You'll stay here.

Now, you wait a minute, chief.

Lois and Jimmy mean a lot more to me

than any anniversary edition.

Well, nothing left for me to do but to fire myself.

There it is, Your Majesty.

[♪♪♪]

Your home for who knows how many thousands of years.

I, uh... I hope you like it, Miss Lane.

I'll drop by to see you occasionally.

You will come, too, Mr. Olsen.

Perhaps you were one of her slaves.

We shall soon find out.

We'd better do as they say, Jim.

Please, into the car.

You're both in enough trouble as it is.

But if you help me out,

things may be a little easier for you.

We know nothing.

Well, you knew about the visitors from Zaharan.

What were they really up to?

We know nothing.

Well, what about the scarab?

It's green. Naturally, it's a beetle.

It has a large eye in the middle of its forehead.

The scarab of Nephridius? Our queen has returned.

Nephridius, your queen? Who is she?

She has come back to rule from the tomb of Zaharan.

The tomb of Zaharan, where's that?

It is... Say no more.

Nothing must prevent the return of our queen.

Now, look, you two.

This is just a lot of ancient superstition.

There may be lives at stake.

We know nothing.

Jailer.

[♪♪♪]

Jimmy, we've got to think of something.

What I'm thinking now wouldn't be of any help.

Never fear, Your Highness.

No one will steal you from the tomb.

Right now, I'd welcome a burglar with open arms.

We shall enter.

I still remember my manners.

Uh, ladies first.

[♪♪♪]

Does it look familiar, Your Majesty?

How could it? I'm not Your Majesty.

My editor just borrowed this silly thing for the day.

But you were wearing it. That is enough. It is fate.

Never fear.

The incense will return your former life and your memory.

Then you will be happy.

I'd be happier if I were back home,

sitting down to dinner with my dear old mother.

That will pass.

Fortunately, you are not human like we poor mortals.

You can live without food, without air.

Without food and air?

Of course.

Now you will be made ready.

But I'm not your queen. Hey, you can't do this.

I'm... I'm not. I'm not. No, let me go.

[♪♪♪]

Do either one of you speak English?

I'm not your queen. This is ridiculous.

If you think I'm gonna put these on, you're crazy.

A-and that's all I know. So I've come to you.

I must find this tomb of Zaharan.

I have heard of the tomb, but I do not know where it is.

Well, can't you find out? There's no time to lose.

I will try.

But we are a civilized people, Mr. Kent.

I frankly cannot believe all you have told me.

And I can't believe it either.

Hello? Give me the director of the museum.

[♪♪♪]

[DOORS OPENING]

Jimmy.

Miss Lane.

Mr. Abdul and Mr. Zing,

I know you don't mean to hurt us, and...

And this is for the good of your people and your country.

And I do wanna help you.

But I'm not your queen.

You will be soon, Your Highness.

It's too late, Miss Lane.

You were destined for nobility.

ZING: That is the sacred incense.

You need only breathe it for a little while.

And your former life and memory will be restored.

And I promised my mother I wouldn't smoke.

The only thing your incense is gonna do is smother us.

Why, we won't last an hour.

You will last forever, good queen.

And now, we poor mortals must leave before we choke to death.

Please, let us out!

[GRUNTS]

Don't leave us here!

Jimmy, what are we gonna do?

All we can do is hope they're right, Miss Lane.

Yes. Yes, I thank you.

That was the director of the museum.

He told me where to locate the tomb.

Well, good, can you show me?

It is here.

Aha. Now, can you get some police there in a hurry?

This little adventure intrigues me.

I personally will fly there in a police plane.

Good, I'll meet you there.

But how will you get there?

Well, I've arranged my own transportation.

[♪♪♪]

Jimmy, the grate.

[COUGHING]

Ow! Are you beginning to...?

Beginning to feel like a queen, Miss Lane?

Well, no, I'm not, Jimmy. I still feel like Lois Lane.

She feels awful.

[GRUNTS]

It's no use, Miss Lane.

[BOTH COUGHING]

We've only got a few minutes left.

It's been nice working with you.

Same here, Jim.

[♪♪♪]

Oh, Superman, it's good to see you.

And it's good to see you too.

How is the little queen? Feeling better?

Please, don't ever say that word again.

Golly, Superman.

Hello, Jimmy. You're back with us?

We'll have you back in Metropolis in no time.

Jeepers, it'll be good to s-see the chief's scowling face again.

[CHUCKLES]

But, Superman, how did you know and how did you find us?

Well, it seems Clark Kent did a little detective work.

Oh, you'll see him in Beldad. In Beldad?

Mm-hm. He flew in with me. [HELICOPTER WHIRRING OVERHEAD]

Well, looks like you'll be riding back

with the police captain.

I'm sorry it's not as romantic as camelback.

Huh. Thank you.

I've had enough Near East atmosphere for a long time.

[♪♪♪]

Look, the tomb of Zaharan has been opened.

Our queen must be gone.

Do not worry. The incense worked.

She became the queen again.

Only she could move such a stone.

And whatever she does now is for the good of Zaharan.

The scarab.

A sure sign she will return one of these centuries.

Yes. Our work is done.

Incredible, Kent. I don't believe it.

[DOOR OPENS]

Now, do you believe it?

Oh, no. What have I done to deserve this?

Well, I think I look pretty snappy, chief,

considering I'm 5026 years old.

It's sure good to see you again, chief.

Don't call me chief.

And go get dressed, both of you.

Yes, sir.

Shalom.

Chief.

PERRY: Oh, go on. Get out. Get out.

Just out of curiosity,

what is that that Olsen left here?

Oh, I think it was very considerate of him.

What is it?

Well, it's a copy of a Beldad newspaper.

Of course, it's in Arabic.

But naturally you speak Arabic, don't you, chief?

Yes, I speak Arabic.

"Ibbidy, dibbidy, yabbidy, magaloo."

Which means, "You get out of here too."

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

[♪♪♪]

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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.