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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.

[♪♪♪]

[GUNSHOTS, HOOFBEATS OVER TV]

MAN [ON TV]: Well, partner, there'll be no more trouble

in Cherokee Valley.

MAN 2 [ON TV]: We interrupt this program to bring you a special bulletin.

Floods at nearby Levee City have reached

the disaster stage.

Thousands of homeless people lack food,

shelter and clothing.

The last is desperately needed.

We repeat, clothing is desperately needed.

Relief headquarters in Metropolis

is standing by for you.

If you have any old clothing of any kind,

please telephone and we will pick it up immediately.

The telephone number is Zenith-8-8000.

I repeat, Zenith-8-8000.

Gosh.

Come on, Butch. Come on, boy.

[BARKS]

Great-Gramps.

Yup.

Did you hear that, Great-Gramps?

All those poor people needing clothes.

Can I do what the man said? Can I?

We've got a whole heap we can send. Can I?

Yup.

Boy, oh, boy.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

Well, I got that figured out, Butch.

[GRUNTS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Where you going, Great-Gramps?

Oh, I've got a checker chum down at the park.

Now, I want you to look after the house

and be a good lad, see.

Don't worry, I got business to take care of.

Oh.

[BARKS & WHIMPERS]

[CLEARS THROAT]

Yep, this is it.

Now, listen, Cueball.

I get first pick of the stuff this time.

Shhh. Not so loud, pal.

Do you want the customers to hear?

Don't grab for nothing until we pull around the corner.

We got a nice little racket, Mike.

Be careful.

Okay, okay.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Hello. You're the men from the relief committee.

That's right, kid.

I got all the stuff ready. Come on in.

Here it is.

I got a lot, didn't I? I sure bet it'll help

those poor people in the flood area.

Ah, you did a fine job, son.

Ah, you got a real nice dog there, kid.

And thanks for the fine duds.

You're welcome. I only wish I had more.

Yeah, these are real fine things.

Hey, how 'bout these, sonny?

Oh, no. Those are Great-Gramps'.

Oh.

Well, bye. Bye.

Bye. Bye.

Come on, Butch.

[BARKING]

Come on.

Hey, Bobby.

I took him. Hee-hee! I took him.

I jumped... I jumped two men and a king.

Oh, I swear to goodness.

I blasted him just like General Lee did them blue boys

down there at, heh, Bull Run.

I had a good day too. Yeah?

The relief truck came right over and picked up the old clothes

like they really needed them. Uh-huh.

I got rid of all my old stuff

and some junk you had in the closet.

Junk?

What junk?

An old sweater, a straw hat,

that funny old coat that was in the trunk,

a pair of shoes.

My... My what? My...

My old coat? My old coat?

Gee, Great-Gramps.

It was so old,

with the big lapels and funny buttons,

and it was so long, way down to...

My Prince Albert coat.

[WHIMPERS]

Who are the people?

What place did they take them to?

Why? What's wrong, Great-Gramps?

Come on. We got to hurry. We got to hurry, Bobby.

You stay here and watch the house.

Come on, Bobby.

You know where they took it to?

I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson,

but I checked with our shipping room

and everything picked up in the afternoon's gone out.

Where...? Where to? Where was it sent, ma'am?

Well, that's almost impossible to say.

Someplace in the flood district, that's where it went.

Come on, Bobby.

We gotta find it. We just got to.

But why, Mr. Jackson? Why are you so upset?

Wouldn't you be upset too

if that was your coat, ma'am,

and in the lining was your whole life savings?

Ten thousand dollars in cash?

Oh, no.

Oh, you poor soul.

In the coat? All that?

But why leave so much money in an old coat?

Because I don't like banks, no how.

It's all my fault.

All the years you've been doing without, Great-Gramps.

Oh, no, no.

We've been getting by, Bobby.

My pension's been enough.

I was saving it for your schooling,

to send you to college,

then have enough to give you a start in life,

whatever you have the mind to do, like...

Like being a doctor or something.

Well, I'd say it was almost impossible.

Like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But if you'll give me until tomorrow morning, Mr. Jackson,

I'll see if I can find a clue as to where to look.

Why, thank you, ma'am.

I think I'll be going home now and...

And get myself a bit of rest.

Come on, son.

Can you get home all right, Great-Gramps? Oh, yes...

I know where we can get help.

[♪♪♪]

And when Mrs. Craig said it was like

looking for a needle in a haystack,

and almost impossible,

and when I saw how upset Great-Gramps was,

I knew there was only one answer: Superman.

Superman's gotta help me.

He will, won't he, Miss Lane?

In the first place, Bobby, it wasn't your fault.

You didn't know the money was in the coat.

You were just doing a kind deed.

But as for Superman, well,

Clark Kent is the only one who can contact him,

and Mr. Kent is out on assignment until tomorrow.

But golly, we don't have any time to lose.

We've gotta do something right away.

Please?

Well, I think we can make a start, Bobby.

The public has a big heart.

I think I see what you mean, Miss Lane.

And I'll get a picture of Bobby to go with it.

What the people at the relief agency don't know

won't hurt 'em.

We made 18 bucks on the side.

Not a bad day.

See what happens when you listen to me?

Yeah, I listened to you.

Ten thousand dollar" worth. Huh?

Says right there, "Wanted: My grandfather's coat.

Ten thousand dollars hidden in given-away coat."

"Well, now, what about the coat?" I ask him.

"Why, it's too old," says he.

Well, it wasn't too old to hold 10,000 bucks.

Ah, shut up.

Now, we was the ones that loaded that stuff.

What truck did we throw it in? Oh, yeah.

Think, man, think.

Now, let me see, uh...

Oh, oh, I got it. I got it. Levee City.

[CHUCKLES]

Chum, we got big business out of town.

Fast freight to Levee City?

And 10,000 clams.

Well, leave us leave.

So far the story hasn't done any good.

That's why I'm glad you're back, Clark. Maybe Superman...

Well, I'm sure he'd be glad to help if he can, Lois.

That is, if he's needed.

What about the drivers?

Did the boy describe them to Mrs. Craig?

Perhaps we can trace the shipment through them.

Why, of course. I'll go down and...

Now, wait it, wait it, wait it.

Hold it up, just a minute.

In the first place, we know that the coat

is in the flood area, right?

We know that you and Jimmy wanna run right down there

and you have to pack a toothbrush and some things.

So you get ready

and I will go and check at the relief office.

Oh, Clark, would you?

Certainly. And I'll let you know as soon as anything happens.

Good.

Uh, Jim, is the car downstairs?

We wanna be ready to take off as soon as I hear from Clark.

Yeah, I'm in his office. Come on in.

[♪♪♪]

I called the garage to gas up the car.

And I called Joe's Lunchroom to order a few sandwiches.

You think of everything.

Yes, Mr. Kent, we have been able to find out a little something.

The clothing went to Levee City.

Levee City.

Well, thank you very much, Mrs. Craig.

It's a start, at least.

Relax, Jimmy.

Clark can't possibly call for at least another 15 minutes.

[RINGS]

Hello?

Oh, Clark, how could you have gotten out there so fast?

Well, I just got here the fastest way I knew, Lois.

Well, anyway, did you find out anything?

You did? Fine.

Yeah, I've got it.

Levee City.

Levee City, here we come.

Oh, wait a minute. We better stop by and see Mr. Jackson.

Then he'll have a little hope.

[♪♪♪]

Here, Great-Gramps. You haven't had anything to eat.

You gotta eat, Great-Gramps. Please?

Oh, no, Bobby. I...

I just ain't hungry.

We'll get the money back.

Miss Lane said Superman would help.

I been planning this surprise for my whole lifetime.

Gosh, Great-Gramps. With all the banks and...

But I don't like banks.

When I want my money, I want it.

Sure. Sure, Great-Gramps. You're right.

No, I ain't.

If I was, I'd still have my money.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Hello, Miss Lane. Hi, Bobby.

Mr. Olsen. Hi, Bobby.

Uh, Mr. Jackson? Yes, ma'am.

Your coat went to Levee City. We're on our way to get it.

Well, that's mighty nice of you, ma'am,

but I doubt if you'll ever find it.

We're gonna give it a good try.

Can I go, Miss Lane?

I know what it looks like, and maybe...

We'll be driving all night. You're better off here.

I can sleep in the car. Please let me go.

Think of the shot I can get

when we find the coat and the money.

I don't know, Jimmy.

What do you think, Mr. Jackson?

Well, I reckon he can, if he's a mind to.

Thanks, Great-Gramps.

[BUTCH BARKING]

Hey, I didn't hear a whistle.

A dog whistle.

Too high-pitched for human ears.

Takes a hearing as sharp as Butch's to get it.

You take good care of Great-Gramps, Butch.

Let's go.

[BARKS THEN WHIMPERS]

[♪♪♪]

I say, my good chap.

Vanderlip here. Mortimer Vanderlip.

Yes?

Star of stage, screen and riverboat.

Performer before the crowned heads of Europe

and the inscrutable Orient.

Well, what can I do for you?

I'm totally ruined.

A pitiful victim of the raging floods.

My one-man show,

an artistic performance, I assure you,

is scheduled for Ivesville this evening.

In fleeing the turbulent waters, my trunk was washed away.

All of my costumes were in it.

Oh, I see. That's too bad.

But how can I of be any...?

All my characters are from Dickens.

One of your assistants stated

that in this morning's shipment of clothing

he saw a Prince Albert coat.

Precisely what I am in dire need of.

A Prince Albert?

That might be in the reject pile. Just a moment.

Thank you.

Here it is. Will this one do?

Oh, the gods are smiling on me once again.

The audience at Ivesville and Mortimer Vanderlip

are eternally grateful, my good man.

Thank you. Thank you.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello. Clark Kent speaking.

Oh, yes, Bill.

Did you run that check on those two drivers?

Aha.

They're both jailbirds, huh?

I don't know, but I have a hunch I'd better take a little trip.

I'll see you later.

Well, here we are.

Let's hope we get lucky.

Yes?

We're from the Daily Planet.

This is Miss Lane and I'm Jim Olsen.

Uh, maybe you saw this story in one of the early editions.

Matter of fact, I did glance at it.

And this must be the young fellow you wrote about.

Do you have the coat?

I'm sorry,

but I gave it away very early this morning

before I saw the paper.

It may not be as bad as you think.

I remember who I gave it to.

Golly, what a break. Who is it?

An actor-type fella. Said his name was, uh...

Oh, let's see, now.

Oh, yes, Vanderlip. Mortimer Vanderlip.

Where can we find him?

Well, he said he was playing tonight at...

Oh, now, let me think. Where was it?

Now don't forget, I do the talking. Get it?

Well, that's nothing new. You always do.

Ah, come on, let's go.

Come on.

Think hard, mister, please.

It means so much to Great-Gramps.

I've got it. Ivesville.

Mortimer Vanderlip and that coat will be in Ivesville tonight.

LOIS: Oh, that's wonderful.

Thanks a lot. Quite all right.

Come on.

That's them.

The men who picked up the stuff at the house.

Hi, kid.

Gee, I'm glad we got together here.

Yeah, I bet you are.

That's right, lady.

Kid, we felt bad.

Real bad,

about the money and your poor old great-grandpop.

After all, Mike and me was responsible too.

We should have seen or at least felt the loot.

I mean, the money.

That's why we scrammed here to help.

You were so nice in giving the clothes,

well, we thought maybe we'd find the coat for you.

Well, thank you, but we're on our way to...

I mean, uh, we're going to pick up the coat now.

We're leaving immediately.

Golly, Miss Lane, we've been driving all night and Ives...

I mean, where we're going is five hours away.

Why don't we rest?

Listen, miss, I heard the man there

tell you about Ivesville.

Honest, I ain't trying to pull a fast one.

See? I'm being straight with you, ain't I?

Well, so, what do you want?

Like I said, we're good guys.

We wanna help. Right, Mike?

Oh, sure, sure. Yeah.

Hey, I got a swell idea.

Driving is our business.

Why don't you folks rest,

and we'll drive you to Ivesville.

Well, jeepers, Miss Lane, you and I are both dog-tired.

Why don't we let 'em go along.

Well, okay. Let's go.

Hey, what's going on here? Why did we stop?

End of the line.

Okay, out of the car, all of you.

And over this way.

Come on, move.

I knew you two weren't to be trusted.

I'm sorry, Miss Lane.

Oh, it's too late to be sorry, sonny.

You shoulda listened to the nice lady.

That's right. We ain't to be trusted.

We're putting you on ice for a while.

Maybe we'll call up and let somebody know where you are

after we get that coat.

Yeah, maybe.

Now, if you'll just step through that little iron door...

This way.

Get in there. Get in there.

Hey, how'd you know about this place?

My brother-in-law used to farm it,

but he couldn't make a go of it.

W-well, what's in...?

This here's the smokehouse.

Still good and solid.

You mean, your brother-in-law used to come out here

to take a smoke?

No, stupid. It's for smoking meat.

And hams and bacon and stuff like that.

Oh. Oh. Let's go.

[GRUNTS]

[ENGINE STARTS]

Well, there they go.

With the car.

I'm not nearly so worried about the car as I am about us.

Look at this concrete floor.

Hey, Bobby, could you climb out that chimney?

No. It's too small, even for me.

Yeah.

And look at that, a heavy slate roof.

We'll never get out of here.

Mr. McCoy? Yes?

My name is Clark Kent, I'm from the Metropolis Daily Planet.

More reporters?

I've already spoken to two of your staff.

I know. Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen.

Matter of fact, I'm looking for them right now.

The Ivesville road, Mr. Kent.

And I don't want to be rude, but we're clearing out.

This is an emergency. The entire city's in danger.

What do you mean?

Levee City dam. It's about to give way.

Come on, men. We gotta get out of here fast.

[♪♪♪]

We better get out of here fast! Everybody!

[♪♪♪]

Sorry I got you into this, Bobby.

It's not your fault, Miss Lane.

Gosh, I wish Butch was around.

I'd blow this and he'd start barking.

And his bark could bring help.

I'm sure he would, Bobby.

[HIGH-PITCHED WHISTLING]

Superman!

Am I glad to see you.

Well, you can thank Bobby's whistle for that.

Your ears heard this? Why, sure.

Golly, you coulda come in through the door.

Well, I know I could have, Jimmy, but, uh...

well, this seemed a little more spectacular.

Wow, through a solid brick wall.

Now, would you nice people mind telling me

exactly what's been going on around here?

The Levee City... Drivers wanted to...

One at a time. One at a time, now.

[♪♪♪]

For the last time, gentlemen,

in spite of your grandfather's

sentimental attachment to this coat,

it's a matter of livelihood to me.

I refuse to part with it.

As far as I'm concerned, I might even say

it's worth its weight in gold.

Well, now, you can say that again, mister.

But I'll bring it back.

All Grandpop wants to do is take one more look.

I promise, mister.

Thy word, milord, is noble,

but only twixt thy conscience and thyself.

It is not for me to judge.

Well, good day, gentlemen.

I have to prepare for an artistic triumph this evening.

Why don't we quit fooling around with him,

just slug him and take the coat.

I guess we'll have to.

If you choose to use force, you will doubtless prevail.

But I assure you, I'll resist

with the last ounce of my strength.

That will not be necessary, Mr. Vanderlip.

Mister, are you really Superman? Yes, I am.

I knew your talking would get us in trouble.

Oh!

Superman.

You arrived in the nick of time, sir.

Well, as you can see,

I had very little to do with it, actually.

Would you mind calling the police to pick these two up?

They have a great deal to answer for.

A great pleasure, I assure you.

Uh, one more thing. About your coat, sir.

Its owner would like to see it for just a few moments.

However, I promise I'll have it back in time

for this evening's performance.

Your word, my dear sir, is quite a different thing

to that of those two rogues.

You may have the coat, and welcome.

You're very kind.

No, sirree, heh.

You just can't win from an old fighting man. Heh.

Now, let me see. There.

There we go. Ha.

Oh, I tell you, heh...

But, Mr. Jackson...

Why, this is Confederate money.

Yes, I know.

But I knew it would come into its own sooner or later.

Just a matter of time, that's all.

Mr. Jackson, sir, I hate to be the one to tell you this,

but I'm afraid it's worthless.

Worthless?

Well, as I said, I...

I was saving it to give Bobby a good education.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Mr. Jackson?

No, sir, that's Mr. Jackson right over there. Oh.

Mr. Jackson, Yes, sir.

I'm Thomas Summerfield,

president of the Caryville, Alabama National Bank.

Our paper happened to carry your story,

and I'm happy to say

it enabled us to finally locate you.

Something I've been trying to do for years.

Here you are, sir.

"Five thousand dollars."

SUMMERFIELD: And 62 cents.

Before he enlisted,

your daddy deposited in our bank...

You being a babe in arms.

Several hundred dollars in gold for you.

That's it, sir. With interest all these years.

Well, I'll be dang jiggered.

And after the way I been talking about banks all the time,

I feel I owe you an abject apology, sir.

Oh, not at all, sir.

It's our pleasure to get this straightened out.

Yep.

And if it wasn't for the newspapers and Superman...

Now, wait just a minute, Mr. Jackson.

Let's get the right start here.

It all began with Bobby,

because he wanted to do a good deed.

He wanted to help people.

And that's what I call being real super, Bobby.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I must return this to Mr. Vanderlip.

Oh, and, uh, don't wait up for me.

I may stop to see the show.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

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.