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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.

[♪♪♪]

Ooh, that would make such a beautiful engagement ring.

It sure doesn't look like it'd be hard to steal,

does it, Miss Lane? Well, it looks easy, Jim,

but all these display cases are wired to an alarm system.

Miss Lane, you just saved me

from a life of crime. [LAUGHS]

Uh, I wanna get a shot

of that suit of armor over there. Oh.

Hey, I could use one of those myself

when the chief goes on a rampage.

Ugh. That's my last bulb too.

[♪♪♪]

Hey.

Look what I found on the floor.

Why, it's a cuff link.

Not the kind you buy in stores, either.

I'll bet this one was specially made.

Mm, probably. Well, we'll leave it

at the lost and found when we go out.

Hold it.

Now, a nice smile for the Daily Planet.

Thank you, kind sir.

That about does it, Miss Lane. Well, let's go.

Oh, Jim, it's really beautiful.

Sorry, folks, closin' time.

Oh, we're all through. Thank you.

[ALARM RINGING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Uh, Kent speaking.

What? Well, of course Lane and Olsen work here.

Well, that's ridiculous. It's impossible.

They couldn't have stolen it.

[ANGRILY] Of course.

I'll take care of it right away.

[♪♪♪]

But, inspector, you have known us for years.

We wouldn't do a thing like that.

Jeepers, no. We even talked about how the display case

was wired to the burglar alarm.

Mm-hm, so you were thinkin' about how to steal it.

Well, no, we... I mean, Jimmy thought it would be easy...

Ah, see, inspector,

she's practically confessed.

I did nothing of the sort.

I'm afraid you have to come downtown.

SUPERMAN: Not yet, inspector.

Are we glad to see you.

I hate to do it, Superman,

but all the evidence seems to point...

Just what evidence is there, inspector?

I'll tell you, Superman.

These two were the last in the room.

When I found the jewel was missin',

I had them stopped at the door.

We searched them and found this in Mr. Olsen's film kit.

That's right, Superman.

But I didn't put it there.

I don't think.

It got there somehow, Jimmy.

May I see that, sir?

Thank you.

GUARD: You've ruined it.

No, no. It's just a cheap paste imitation.

It's not the real jewel.

But I don't understand.

Somehow, we've started something again.

If this doesn't make sense so far,

it's just the beginning.

I found this under the cushion. The real jewel.

May I see that, inspector?

Thank you.

Yes. It's real, all right.

Oh, incidentally, inspector,

this lets Miss Lane and Jimmy out, doesn't it?

Miss Lane, let's get outta here while we're ahead.

Oh,

I hate to bring this up,

but you know that suit of armor in the corner?

Yeah. It isn't in the corner anymore.

GUARD: What? JIMMY: Didn't take that, either.

I don't understand.

Neither do I, inspector.

[♪♪♪]

[RINGS]

You did it, Sir Arthur, you did it.

A perfect fit.

A work of art.

The very earliest style.

It is rather dashing, isn't it?

It's hardly the word for it.

Wait till we polish you up.

Such a daring exploit deserves a reward.

I move that Sir Arthur be named official king

of the Society for the Preservation

of Knighthood and Dragons.

BOTH: Excellent.

BOTH: Excellent. I'm deeply moved.

And deeply disturbed.

MAN: Nothing went wrong, did it, Sir Arthur?

Yes.

I had no trouble with the jewel.

Our chauffeur, uh, pardon me, our squire,

slipped the imitation jewel into Mr. Olsen's kit

as they entered the museum.

And as planned,

the supposed theft created a diversion,

allowing me to escape.

Oh, then what disturbs you,

Sir Arthur?

Last night I hid in the museum

after closing.

I slipped into the armor this morning, before opening.

But somehow I lost a cuff link.

Not one of the official society links?

I'm afraid so.

Disastrous.

It might take time, but eventually they'll learn

who made it and for whom.

Exactly. I'd be arrested.

And the society would be discovered.

Then where can it be?

The photographer, Olsen, picked it up.

There's only one thing for it.

We must go on a quest.

That's it. A quest for the golden link.

Sir Arthur, our duty is clear.

We leave at once.

Such loyalty. The true spirit of the Round Table.

One for all and all for one.

I'll wait for you here. Of course.

It is we who serve the king.

Shall we go?

Immediately.

[♪♪♪]

What are you doing staying at Clark's apartment?

Oh, I've been stayin' there while my mother's out of town.

Oh, I can imagine the two of you doing your own cooking.

Ugh. Oh, it's not bad

once you get used to the indigestion. [CHUCKLES]

Hey.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

This thing's not even runnin'.

Well, let's use the freight elevator. Come on.

MAN: We have a car waiting.

Uh, thanks just the same, but we're walking.

We insist.

Oh, haven't we met you somewhere before?

Doesn't make any difference.

Will you step into the car, please.

The silliest thing I ever heard of.

A... A suit of armor with a coat on.

Correction.

Three suits of armor with coats on.

What do you think, Miss Lane?

It's a cinch we can outrun these guys.

Well, of course we can, Jim,

but we might miss a good story.

Besides, what girl wouldn't wanna date

three knights in a row?

Sir Gawain, I think we better blindfold them.

Ah, I see you've succeeded in your quest.

It wasn't easy, sire,

going around a big city in attire like this.

What better attire could there be, Sir Gawain?

Oh, none, sire,

except that sometimes we squeak.

It draws attention.

No matter.

Remove the blindfolds.

Oh, golly,

we're in another museum.

I demand to know what this is all about.

This is the 20th century,

and there aren't any such things as knights anymore.

In here, it's the 12th century.

Now, Mr. Olsen, where do you live?

[DEEP VOICE] In yon fen,

[NORMAL VOICE] by the ness of Loch Vale.

Uh, in other words,

in Mr. Kent's apartment,

at the Standish Arms.

That where you left the cuff link?

The cuff link. Of course.

That's what they want.

Then you do understand, fair lady.

I don't know where it is.

In all the confusion, I forget what I did with it.

I warn you, young varlet.

I must have a better answer.

Tell him, Jim, please.

I can't, Miss Lane.

I... I really don't know where it is.

I find that hard to believe.

Well, it's a lot easier to believe than all of this.

A few hours in the dungeon might restore his memory.

The dungeon, Sir Arthur?

Isn't that a bit severe?

Sir,

I agree with him.

The dungeon's a little severe.

D-don't you have a nice tower room with a view?

Of course, if you'll tell us where you left the cuff link.

Oh, we'll do even better.

We'll buy you another pair.

I'm afraid you miss the point, fair lady.

Somehow, I always do.

You leave me no choice.

Turn around, Mr. Olsen,

and walk toward the hearth.

Sure.

But where is it?

I think you call it a fireplace.

A fireplace?

Why, you wouldn't dare!

Walk, Mr. Olsen. JIMMY: But...

[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY] I forgot my marshmallows.

Walk.

Walk.

Jimmy!

Now, Miss Lane, the same for you.

MAN: Oh, I say, Sir Arthur,

that's strictly against the code of the Round Table.

It really is, sir.

Section two, article one, distinctly states

that all women must be treated gallantly.

My error. I'm sorry.

Then I don't have to go into the dungeon?

Certainly.

But you get to walk down the stairs.

Now, there's a gallant gesture.

Right this way, Miss Lane.

But ho...? How long do we have to stay down there?

Until we get the cuff link.

Why, that could be never.

For your sake, Miss Lane,

let's hope not.

This way.

[GROANS]

Oh!

Jimmy, are you all right?

Welcome to the days of yore, Miss Lane.

Oh, thanks a lot.

[SIGHS]

[SIGHING] Well, looks like all we have to do now

is wait for that good knight

on the white horse to come along.

We're sorry, Sir Arthur,

our quest was a failure.

There's one more chance.

The apartment where Olsen stays.

With the one called Kent?

Right. It must be searched.

Sir Henry,

I order you to volunteer.

Sir Arthur, I wish to volunteer.

Spoken like a true knight.

The quest is yours.

No, Sir Henry.

This way.

[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]

I must get my visor cleaned.

What about a game of chess?

Yes.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

This is the most ridiculous case I've had for years.

Looking for a man who swiped a suit of armor.

The boys down at headquarters are calling me the Tinsmith.

[LAUGHING] You know how to stop them, don't you, Bill?

Get your man.

Oh, yeah?

Now if he hadn't goofed with the emerald,

I'd have a chance.

He'd have to peddle it sooner or...

Wait, Bill, I keep telling you,

he didn't want the emerald.

But that stone is worth $20,000.

I understand that,

but he only wanted the suit of armor.

[SIGHING] All right, then I'll have to wait until next Halloween

and check all the masquerade parties.

That's about the size of it.

Just give me a nice, simple bank robbery

and I'd be happy.

Well, I'll see you in the morning.

Wait a minute. I'll go with you.

I'm going home too.

All right, you. Reach.

Easy, bud.

That tin suit won't stop a .38.

Hold it. Hold it. Don't shoot him.

Careful, Mr. Kent, he's dangerous.

Oh, must be some mistake, boys.

This gentleman's a friend of mine.

Friend of yours?

We got a phone call that he's dangerous.

Warned us to shoot first if he made a move.

Well, that's very interesting.

However, I'll assume full responsibility.

You...? You don't wanna prefer any charges?

No, boys, no charges.

Okay, Mr. Kent, if you say so.

Good night.

Good night. Sorry you were bothered.

[SIGHING] I... I don't know how to thank you, Mr. Kent.

Start out by telling me who you are

and what you're doing in my apartment.

Oh, I can't. We... We're sworn to secrecy.

Whoever called the police wasn't sworn to secrecy.

Somebody betrayed me, but I still can't believe it.

Well, you'd better believe it.

That somebody's trying to get you killed.

Just think it over for a minute.

I am sure that you'll wanna talk.

[SIGHS]

You see,

my name is really Oliver Smith.

I used to be in the lumber business.

But since I retired, my only interest is the S.P.K.D.

S.P.K.D.?

Yeah, the Society for the Preservation

of Knighthood and...

A-and Dragons.

I see. A secret society?

Yes.

One of our members lost a cuff link that, uh, might expose us.

And that's what I was looking for here.

Mm-hm. Who else knew that you'd be here?

Only Sir Arthur and Sir Gawain and Sir Lancelot.

Would any of them have a reason

to want you outta the way?

Oh, but this is just a harmless club, Mr. Kent.

It's merely an unusual hobby.

It's the secrecy that makes it exciting.

Well, it isn't, uh, harmless anymore, Mr. Smith.

There must be a reason.

Well,

we did take an oath.

You see, we're all quite wealthy.

And we put all our money

in negotiable bonds at the castle

to carry on the society.

Now, let me see if I understand this.

If anything happens to the three of you,

the fourth would inherit the money, correct?

Yes, it... It would work that way.

Well, one of you is a very desperate man, Mr. Smith.

The question is, which one? I...

I don't know.

But not me, certainly, I-I wouldn't harm a fly.

No, no, of course you wouldn't.

Uh, one more question.

Where is this castle?

It's out in the country,

in an area called Balmore Woods.

Balmore Woods. Good.

Now, let's get outta the armor.

M...? My...? My armor?

That's right. From now on,

you're gonna start acting like a grown man.

Here, I'll give you a hand.

[♪♪♪]

[SIGHING]

No pockets?

N... No. No pockets.

That's tough.

You see, it was a little bulky with the rest

of my street clothes on underneath the armor.

I understand. It looks a little drafty too.

Fortunately, you have your topcoat over here.

Oh, yes. Uh, thank you, Mr. Kent.

I presume you have a car downstairs?

Yes. Are we going someplace?

No, but you are.

I suggest you go home,

lock the door real tight,

and stay out of trouble.

Oh, uh, Mr. Kent, uh,

if what you say is true

and one of the knights is a potential killer,

you should know that Miss Lane and Mr. Olsen

are being held captive in the castle.

Thank you, Mr. Smith.

[♪♪♪]

I'm beginnin' to feel like the Count of Monte Cristo.

How long did it take him to dig a tunnel and escape?

Oh, only about 15 years, Jim.

At that rate, I'll be the oldest cub reporter in the world.

Now all I have to do is sound like Sir Henry.

[SIR HENRY'S VOICE] Now all I have to do is sound like Sir Henry.

[♪♪♪]

[SIGHING] How long do you think

they'll keep us here?

Who knows what they'll do.

That's true.

I get a feeling that this whole thing is a cover-up

for somethin' pretty sinister.

[♪♪♪

It's 20 minutes since your last move, Sir Lancelot.

My mind isn't on the game.

I'm worried about Sir Henry.

Suppose he's caught?

Do you think he has been?

It's a possibility.

[♪♪♪]

Checkmate.

Beat you again.

SIR HENRY: Congratulations.

Sir Henry. Welcome back.

We were concerned about you.

Yes, indeed. Welcome back, Sir Henry.

Did you get it?

The cuff link? I'm afraid not. It...

It just wasn't there.

Besides, the police almost caught me in the act.

The police?

Oh, Sir Henry, I should never

have sent you on this quest.

It was part of my duty, sir.

Then we're still in danger of discovery.

Oh, uh, how are the captives holding out?

Well, have a look, Sir Henry.

Perhaps Mr. Olsen's memory has returned.

Uh, yes, of course.

But, Sir Henry,

have you forgotten the secret panel?

No, no, of course not,

uh, the secret panel.

Oh.

You don't know!

You're an imposter.

Who are you?

What have you done to Sir Henry?

[NORMAL VOICE] That is something

you'll have to discover

for yourselves. Seize him.

A stretch in the dungeon'll make him talk.

[SIGHS] I don't think this tunnel thing

is gonna work, Miss Lane.

Here. You can keep your fingernail file.

I don't think anything is gonna work, Jimmy.

These characters probably intend

to keep us here forever.

[DOOR BANGS]

Chain him to the wall. He mustn't escape.

What did he do?

SIR ARTHUR: Like you, he refuses

to tell us certain things.

But I still don't remember.

Well, perhaps you will. [CHAINS CLINKING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

He's locked us in.

SIR GAWAIN: Quick. Sir Arthur,

Sir Arthur! Sir...

Well, I regret to say

we're all in the same boat

or dungeon, as the case may be.

I never heard of anything like this at King Arthur's court.

Believe me, we meant you no harm when all this started.

Well, I wish we could say the same for your Sir Arthur.

But who's he? We have no idea.

He may be an enemy.

But we better keep him chained.

Hello down there,

you silly fools.

I meant to dispose of you one at a time,

but circumstances have changed.

Make yourselves comfortable.

The real Sir Henry should be here shortly.

[CHUCKLES]

[SIGHS]

But why, Sir Lancelot, why?

It's obvious that you,

Sir Henry and myself have been fools.

Sir Arthur intends that we die

so that he can get our money.

I wish that character were Superman.

He'd have us outta here in a hurry.

Oh, stop dreaming, Jim.

We'll probably never see Superman again.

[RINGING]

Hello.

Oh, yes, yes, Sir Arthur.

Thank heavens.

Yes, I-I'm out on bail.

Listen, closely, Sir Henry.

There's a traitor in our midst.

An attempt was made on my life.

And on mine.

Then it must be Sir Gawain or Lancelot.

Exactly.

Fortunately I've got them both

locked in the dungeon.

But you must get here immediately

to help me find out which is the scoundrel.

Perhaps both of them.

Of course, Sir Arthur. I'll leave right away.

[♪♪♪]

Sir Arthur was right about one thing.

We are fools.

And this is what we get for pretending

to be something we aren't.

I'm afraid you're right.

But he's got to get rid of all of us

before he's safe.

If only Sir Henry doesn't fall into his clutches.

Sir Henry, you don't know

how glad I am to see you.

And you, Sir Arthur.

This is an awful thing.

An awful thing, Sir Henry.

An awful thing.

As I see it, Sir Henry,

there's no need for formalities.

The quicker, the better. Consequently...

Sir Henry! Sir Henry!

There goes that last chance

you were talking about.

He tricked me.

He was the one.

It's too late now.

This is the last and final meeting

of the Society for the Preservation

of Knighthood and Dragons.

Lucky for us, Miss Lane,

we made it just in time to become members.

SIR ARTHUR: Hello down there.

I'm sending you a little present.

Don't try to put it out.

It's impossible.

[CHUCKLES]

[♪♪♪]

LOIS: Gas, poison gas!

[ALL COUGHING]

He's right, it can't be smothered out.

Get away, Miss Lane.

Superman.

But why? Why did you wait?

Follow me, Miss Lane, please.

[♪♪♪]

Come along, Sir Arthur.

We'll treat you to a sample

of good old 20th-century justice.

Jeepers, Superman,

all we started out to do

was to spend a quiet hour in the museum.

Jimmy, do me a favor, will you?

What? Promise me never to go

near the prehistoric-man exhibit.

I shudder to think what might happen if you wound up there.

Uh-oh.

What's the matter?

I remember where the cuff link is.

Where? Right here.

[CHUCKLES] Oh, no.

I remember now.

I wore it so I wouldn't forget where it was.

Superman, don't let Clark find out about this.

He'll really rub it in.

Well, Miss Lane, I'll make a bargain with you.

If you don't tell him, I won't.

[♪♪♪]

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.