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NARRATOR: 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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Yes, yes, I know, Bill.

I realize all that.

Sure.

The chief is screaming for action.

These robberies are really getting out of hand now.

Yes.

Well, I'll try and stall as long as I can, Bill.

You know me, but...

you better come up with something pretty soon.

All right. Okay.

Goodbye.

Oh, excuse me.

I should know by now that when I open my door,

I should be prepared to leap back madly.

Oh, we forgive you.

Hey, but Clark, look at this.

What do you think it is, Mr. Kent?

Well, obviously it's a box with some small holes in it.

Well, aren't you gonna open it?

A messenger left it downstairs.

It's addressed to you.

Besides, it gurgles.

Well, in that case, we'd better look into it.

Now, who in the world would send me a--

A what?

Don't tell me you can see inside.

Maybe he thinks he's Superman.

Oh, very funny, Jimmy.

No, there are holes here. Obviously, they must be for air.

And the air means there's something alive.

Well, let's find out.

LOIS: A pigeon.

JIMMY: It's a bird.

Most pigeons are, Jimmy.

Maybe this note will tell us something.

"Mr. Kent.

"If you want to talk about recent robberies,

contact us by enclosed homing pigeon."

That's what it is.

"Must have your word no police trap if meeting is arranged.

Signed, The Spectre."

The Spectre? What kind of a name is that?

What are you gonna do, Mr. Kent?

Well, I don't know. But I'm not gonna pass up

any opportunity to meet this Spectre, whoever he is.

Clark, it may be a trap.

You'd better call Inspector Henderson.

No, that would involve the police

and I gave my word.

No, I have to handle this my own way, Lois.

I don't get it. Why the pigeon?

Actually, it's a very good idea.

Jimmy, if uh...

If they gave us an address or a phone number,

it could be traced, right?

But now, only the pigeon knows where to go.

That's right. A homing pigeon flies directly back to its coop.

Yes, and I think I'd better go along with this gag.

And I think I'd better go it alone.

You mean alone with us.

I mean alone, period.

Oh, come on, Jimmy.

Clark wouldn't share a story with his own grandmother.

Well, have a nice trip.

Thank you. Over and out.

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[PIGEON COOING]

Don't be afraid.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

No. No, all I'm gonna do

is just attach this little capsule to your leg.

That's all. There we are.

[TRAFFIC DRONING]

I promised not to go to the police,

but I didn't say a thing about Superman.

Here we are, little friend.

You lead off and I'll follow.

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Even a fence ought to give us twenty grand for this baby.

Before we're through,

twenty grand will be peanut money.

Ya know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna build me a big estate

that looks like a penitentiary

so my friends'll feel at home.

Gee, thanks, Rosy.

I'll be there every night.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Hello, Spectre.

Hiya, boys. Time to go to work, huh?

Right.

Better punch in and get on your way.

Don't worry. I'll be there.

[BEEPING]

[HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING]

Better put us all in, Luke.

What for?

Just in case.

It makes me feel safer.

Safe? From what? With this set-up, why,

we haven't got anything to worry about.

Nothing except one maybe named Clark Kent.

That nosy newspaper reporter?

Nosy and smart. Never forget that.

Now, you'd better get on your way.

Okay.

That's gonna look like costume jewelry

alongside what I'm gonna bring back.

You really think this Kent will bother us?

Well, why take chances?

The way I figure, Kent's the brains behind Superman.

There's no brain you can't buy with enough of this.

You think he'll send back an answer?

If he doesn't, he isn't as smart as I think he is,

and either way, we got nothing to worry about.

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[HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING CONTINUES]

There's the pigeon now with Kent's answer.

Wow, this radar screen, boss, is a stroke of genius.

But it's not there to warn us about pigeons.

Hey, there's something else coming in.

And it ain't no pigeon.

Grab the stuff.

Yank it.

[WIND SWIRLING]

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Hey, that was pretty close.

I wish we could stay invisible all the time,

with that Superman character around.

Relax, he's gone now.

Yeah, but for how long?

It doesn't matter.

How often have I told you

this is the only Superman-proof room in the world.

He can't get through the radar screen without warning us.

The panel's lined with lead so he can't see the instruments.

So you got Superman bottled up.

But what about Clark Kent?

Don't look like he's gonna play ball.

Rather clever, that.

Kept his word about the police but he tipped off Superman.

I'm afraid Mr. Kent has got to go.

I'm sure that Superman

is just as sorry about this as we are, Bill

Being sorry isn't gonna help.

But where could they have gone?

Well, obviously they found out somehow

that Superman was coming.

So they simply abandoned their hideout.

And it's a cinch they won't be back.

No. No. That would be stupid.

And these boys are anything but that.

Now, take that warehouse robbery last night.

Somehow they got by two guards, an alarm system,

and a vault door and nobody saw them.

That's right.

The day before that, it was a currency exchange.

And that same night, a heavily guarded payroll.

It's impossible.

What did you just say, Bill?

I said, it's impossible.

Yes, that's what I thought.

Well, that might be just the answer.

[CHUCKLING]

Put 'er there, pal.

If I'm going crazy, it's nice to have company.

No, wait a minute. Nobody's going crazy.

Just let your imagination go for a minute.

It's already gone.

Well, then tell me this.

If we weren't being realistic,

what would be the one obvious answer?

That's easy. The thieves are invisible.

Exactly. You know, the strain's

been too much for us.

I'm gonna send out for some invisible sandwiches

and a couple cartons of invisible milk.

[LAUGHS]

According to the timetable,

Luke should be in front of the jewelry store about now.

Time to make him invisible, huh, boss?

[TRAFFIC DRONING]

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Operator?

Give me police headquarters. Quick.

Well, in the first place, are you sure

you put the jewelry on display?

Of course I did.

After twenty years in this same establishment

I'm not likely to make a mistake like that.

And you saw no one?

Absolutely no one.

I remember. I looked up and I saw the door open,

but nobody came in.

But that's impossible.

The thief would have to have been invis--

Ah-ha.

Never mind.

I'll be right out.

The Apex Jewelry Company on Third Street.

You can guess the rest.

Mm-hm. Mind if I come along?

I wish you would. I don't trust what I'm thinking.

At least $50,000 worth of gems.

Well, where were they, exactly?

Right here.

All right, all right. We'll get a description later.

You're absolutely positive you saw that door open?

Absolutely.

I remember, I looked over and nobody came in.

Wind. The wind blew it open.

There hasn't been any wind in two days, Bill.

Well, a little breeze, anyway.

Not even a puff of air.

It's a better explanation than yours.

Oh, is that so? I suppose that same wind

blew the vault door open in the warehouse.

Inspector, all I know is that my stolen gems

aren't gonna be wafted back to me on the next breeze.

Now, take it easy. We're doing everything we can.

It's the only logical conclusion, Bill.

Now, don't give me that invisible man routine again.

Inspector, it couldn't be.

I mean-- I mean--

Well, could it?

Of course not.

Now, don't get panicky. Or ridiculous.

[DOOR OPENS]

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S-s-s-somebody or something just went through that door.

Ridiculous, huh?

Hmm...

The whole world, Rosy.

Pick out a spot, in a few weeks,

you'll be able to buy it.

Hey, I always wanted to travel.

To see them far away exotic kind of places.

With quaint native customs and folk songs.

You know the spot I'm gonna pick, boss?

Where's that?

Brooklyn.

LUKE: Number seven, checking in.

How come you're so late, number seven?

I decided to stick around for some laughs afterwards.

Wanted to see once what the cops thought about the whole thing.

I'm not sure that was wise.

What was their reaction?

Well, Inspector Henderson, we're drivin' him nuts.

But Kent, I don't know--

Kent? Was he there?

Yeah. And he was talking about an invisible man.

I knew he'd stick his nose into this.

The cops would never accept it,

but he's just the kind to follow through on a hunch like that.

Let me punch in and go knock him off, boss.

It's not as simple as that.

But we gotta do something.

Well, how else you gonna get rid of a guy

if you don't knock him off?

Simply by arranging an accident.

Oh, sure, why not?

That used to be a specialty of yours, didn't it?

More than a specialty. It was a hobby.

Always a touch of the unusual.

In fact, I think Mr. Kent

will be my most artistic job yet.

[CHUCKLING]

He's not back yet.

Jim, I'm getting worried.

I wish we knew where we could get in touch with Superman.

So do I. But as long as we don't,

I think I'd better call Inspector Henderson.

LUKE: Never mind that. Let's get going.

Okay, but isn't your voice beginning to change, Miss Lane?

Jim, this is no time for jokes.

Turn off the radio.

What radio?

LUKE: I said, let's get movin'.

Look, a joke's a jo-- This is no time--

Jim, wasn't that your voice?

No. Wasn't it yours?

LUKE: It was mine.

Just do like I say and no one gets hurt.

Am I seeing things?

That's the trouble, Miss Lane. We're not seeing things.

LUKE: There's a car parked outside.

We're goin' for a ride.

So let's move.

And don't forget, the gun's in my pocket.

We better do what he says, Jim.

Wait a minute.

I'm not taking orders from something I can't see.

Now I'm taking orders.

Amazing how science has played right into our hands.

Yeah, but I still don't understand them gimmicks.

Very simple, really.

The radar sends out a shortwave frequency.

When it hits an object, it bounces back, like an echo,

and shows up on the screen.

That don't explain how we become invisible.

Well, it's the same principle.

Our bodies are changed so that light passes through them

instead of being reflected.

You mean, if I become invisible,

them radar waves go right through me?

Exactly. And you wouldn't show up on the screen.

I don't know.

I'd rather be flesh and blood.

I imagine the police would prefer it that way also.

LUKE: Here's your company, boss.

What do you want with us?

We didn't do anything.

Let's say I needed some cheese for the mousetrap.

What kind of a mouse are you looking for, rat?

Your colleague, Mr. Kent.

Then you must have sent him that pigeon.

Unfortunately, that plan failed.

This one won't.

You smart crooks are always the same.

You always get overconfident.

Let's face it, Miss Lane.

For the first time in history,

the perfect crime has been committed.

Jimmy, tell me you didn't see what I just saw.

I wish I could, Miss Lane,

but my eyes are just as bad as yours.

Lock them in the other room.

All right, Spectre, now what?

Now to bring Kent into the picture with a note,

which our two little guests will sign.

That ought to smoke him out.

Can't say we didn't give him his chance.

He deserves the works.

Imagine taking advantage

of a poor, innocent little pigeon.

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"Kent, this is your la--

"This is your last chance.

"If you want to see Lois Lane and Olsen again,

"go to Suburban Airport. A plane is waiting,

"chartered in your name.

"We know you have a pilot's license.

"Once in the air,

"you will receive further instructions by radio.

"The signature at the bottom of this note

"should convince you that we have Miss Lane and the boy.

Signed, the Spectre."

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[ENGINE RUMBLING]

SPECTRE: Don't look so surprised, Mr. Kent.

I understand you already have us figured out.

I hoped I was wrong.

ROSY: Too bad you wasn't.

Oh, two of you, eh?

SPECTRE: Yes, so don't try anything.

What's this all about?

Why did you want me up here in the air?

SPECTRE: A precaution, Mr. Kent.

Against a trap.

How can I trap something I can't even see?

You forget we can be heard.

And a few police bullets fired in the direction of our voices

could be disastrous.

Seem to have thought of everything.

Even to the radar outfit to detect Superman.

Oh, that was how it was done.

ROSY: And we was gonna offer you a deal, Mr. Kent,

till you crossed us up.

You had a chance to be a rich man.

Well, maybe it still isn't too late to talk business.

SPECTRE: I'm afraid that's out of the question.

ROSY: Hey, the boys oughta be punchin' us in about now.

SPECTRE: Yes, an airplane would look pretty silly

landing with nobody in it.

What do you mean by that?

You'll see.

And here we are.

Too bad, Kent.

Now you can identify us.

Should make things easier at that.

Come now, Mr. Kent.

You must realize that this is a one way trip for you.

Well, we've all gotta go sometime.

Gotta admit he's a cool character.

He's got nerve.

I have to give you credit. You certainly outsmarted me.

Coming from you, that's quite a compliment.

Well, Rosy, better push him out.

Oh, before you do,

there's one thing I'd like to know.

How does this whole thing work?

That's a reasonable last request.

Sure.

He won't be around to use it against us.

It's very simple.

Anyone who carries one of these coins

can be made invisible.

At this very moment, one of my men

is waiting outside the Metropolis Bank.

At exactly 3:00, he will disappear.

The rest you can figure out for yourself.

Sounds like a great story.

I'm sorry I won't be around to write it.

I am too. You had your chance.

Should have joined us instead of trying to beat us.

Now move over to the other side.

Who'll fly this airplane?

I'll worry about that, Kent.

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There's a guy you can sell a parachute to real easy.

That takes care of Mr. Kent.

Let's get back. You can land by the cabin.

And I'll take care of you later.

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Superman.

Not so much fun to see me when I can see you, is it?

Oh, I was just waiting for a taxicab.

In that case, you won't mind going down to headquarters

and giving yourself up to Inspector Henderson.

It'll save me the trouble of catching you again

and it'll be a lot pleasanter for you.

Yes, sir.

And I'll just take that coin, if you don't mind.

Thank you very much for your assistance.

And goodbye.

[WIND SWIRLING]

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That'd be Rosy and the boss, huh?

Who else, stupid?

Why do you always gotta call me stupid?

Because you are stupid.

Why do we always gotta play slapjack?

Why can't we play hearts once in a while,

like other people?

Al, you know I don't know how

to figure out the numbers on the cards.

Nice landing, Rosy.

Much better than Clark Kent's, I'm sure.

You done it, huh?

Nice and clean.

Miss Lane and the kid still okay?

Yeah, Joe give 'em a Parcheesi game to keep 'em amused.

Yeah, and it's brand new too.

I never could figure out how to figure out those dice.

Get Luke punched in on time?

Right on the dot of three.

What a gimmick.

One minute he's there, then poof, he's gone.

He goes into the bank, past the guards,

and they can't even see him.

Yeah, and he wears rubber heels, so they can't hear him.

He goes past the clerks, over the rail, into the vault,

picks out five, six, $700,000 in big bills.

Then he comes out again the same way.

In ten minutes, we punch him in,

make him visible, he comes out here

with all that beautiful green money.

Yeah, that all sounds pretty good,

but one thing worries me:

Superman.

Why worry about him?

He can't get past the radar screen without our knowing it.

All we do is become invisible again

[WIND SWIRLING] like we did the last time.

SUPERMAN: This time the radar screen

didn't see me, Spectre. There was nothing to see.

Superman! It can't be!

Well, I'm getting outta here.

[PUNCH THUMPS]

D'oh!

[PUNCHES THUMPING]

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Help!

[THUMPS] Oh!

Jeepers, this place looks like it was hit by a hurricane.

A hurricane named Superman, if you ask me.

It looks like it, but...

where is he?

Here I am, Jim.

Don't explain anything, Superman.

I'm sure I wouldn't believe it.

Jeepers, Superman, I'm afraid you're too late.

They've probably already done away with poor Mr. Kent.

Now, don't worry, Jimmy.

It's true they did push him out of a plane,

but fortunately, I was there when he fell.

Poor Clark. I bet he was scared silly.

Oh, I wouldn't say that, Miss Lane.

I thought he took it rather well, for Clark Kent, that is.

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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.