All language subtitles for 063 - Aos

The Adventures of Superman.

Faster than a speeding bullet.

More powerful than a locomotive.

Able to leap tall buildings at a single
bound.

Look! Up in the sky!

It's a bird! It's a plane!

It's Superman!

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.

Morning.

Nope, it's still there.

Why can't I just see pink elephants like
everybody else?

This year ain't no pink elephant,
mister. This year's Lilybell. Best

little mule in Skunk Hollow County.

Skunk Hollow County?

Yep, that's where we're from.

Never been to the big city before.

Sign the register.

I'll, uh... What about Lily Bell here?

Oh, don't fret none about her. I'll just
keep her in the room with me.

Sylvester J. Superman.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Superman, but hotel
regulations don't allow us to...

Superman?

Superman? Yep, that's me.

It can't be. It just can't.

Or can it?

I keep this around just in case of
trouble. Now, if you're really Superman,

you can bend this iron barn to a
horseshoe.

You city folks sure learn fast.

How'd you know I was the strongest man
in Skunk Hollow County?

That's good enough for me, Superman.

I don't know why you're wearing that
disguise and dragging that mule around,

but I know you have your reasons, and
it's good enough for me.

I ain't quite sure what you're driving
at, sir.

Don't worry, Superman.

I'll play right along with you.

Take room 18.

Just go through the door and turn down
the hall to the left.

It sure is a pleasure to find Skunk
Hollow hospitality in a big city. Thank

you kindly.

You killed me, Superman.

What an act.

Superman staying at my hotel.

Hello.

Can I help you?

You don't recognize me, do you, Mr.
Kent?

You seem familiar, but I can't quite
place you.

You placed me once, all right.

Placed me right in the state pen.

Oh, sure. Now I remember.

Leftover Louie Lyman. That's right, Mr.
Kent.

Just graduated yesterday.

You know, if it hadn't been for those
articles you wrote, I might have got off

with six months instead of five years.

I wrote it the way I saw it, Louie, and
you know yourself, you deserve that five

years for the bank job. Okay, okay, I
ain't complaining.

I just wanted you to know that there
ain't no hard feelings.

I appreciate that, Louie. I thought you
would.

Don't let it happen again, see.

That depends on you, Louie.

You behave yourself and I won't bother
you. You mind your business, Kent, and

I'll mind mine.

Get it?

Sure, I get it.

Good.

Something tells me you're going to be my
business, Louie.

Well, howdy, Mr. Lyman. Give me my key.

Oh, uh, your friend Bucket came by about
an hour ago. I let him in your room.

Fine.

Hi. Hi.

I'd just as soon be back on the panniers
living in this joint.

Now listen, Louie.

We still got 50 grand stashed away from
that bank job.

But you're on parole.

And the cops are going to keep their
eyes on you for a while.

So how would it look if right away we
moved to a swanky penthouse, huh?

Yeah, guess you're right.

We better lay low for a while.

Hey, tell me something, leftover.

How does it feel to be in a real
big-time pent?

I never made nothing but the local
pokies.

Too bad.

You know what I missed most?

Your girl?

Nah.

What I missed most was lemon meringue
pie.

You're kidding.

You should see the way my Aunt Tilly
used to make them.

Your Aunt Tilly couldn't even light the
oven for Margie's lemon meringue pie. I

resemble that leftover. Yeah? Yeah.
Where do you get off insulting my Aunt

Tilly? What? And besides, who's this
Margie date?

Margie Holloway.

We grew up on the same street.

I used to pick up a buck cutting the
Holloway lawn when I was a kid. Every

Saturday afternoon.

And Margie'd come out and bring me a big
hunk of lemon meringue pie hot out of

the oven.

Yeah? Yeah.

Well, I'll bet you half of the 50 grand
that my Aunt Tilly could bake rings

around her. Why, your Aunt Tilly... You
mean that?

Sure I mean it. Bucket, you got yourself
a bet.

You get a fresh pie from your Aunt
Tilly, and I'll get one from Margie.

Yeah, and then we get the first newsboy
we see, and he can be the impractical

judge. You mean the impartial judge. Eh,
what's the difference?

Okay,

it's a deal. We meet six o'clock
Thursday.

Winner take all.

But remember, if you don't bring a pie,
you lose automatic.

I ain't seen Margie for nearly ten
years, but I'll get a pie out of her

somehow. See you Thursday.

Six o'clock. It's a deal.

R.D. Please come home.

All is forgiven.

J.D.

Now, not responsible for any debts but
my own.

Herb Keemer Bedlam.

I like that.

Superman. Need your help immediately.

Please contact... Superman? That's me.

Hey, Lilybell, how'd someone know we was
in town?

Two per man.

Need your help immediately.

Please contact Margie Holloway.

Apartment D, Surf Hotel.

Well, Lilybell, I reckon the city's not
much different from Skunk Hollow with

that. There's only two ways to treat a
neighbor. You help them out or you shoot

them out.

Rick, we better help this one, huh?

Sure beats me, though, the way folks
knows about you before you hardly even

get here.

Come on, Lily Bell.

Come on, Lily.

Mark, have you seen this? What?

Oh, Superman, huh?

Superman, I need your help. Please
contact Marge Holloway. I wonder what

she wants with Superman.

I wonder too, Lois. I think I'll take a
run over there and see if I can find

out. The last time Superman answered one
of these ads, he got in more trouble

than a barrel of monkeys.

Yes, I remember.

You remember?

You weren't even around then.

Oh, well, you wrote the story, didn't
you? And I can read, you know.

Yes. Well, well, well.

If it ain't the same old Margie.

The same old Margie?

Yeah. Don't you remember me?

Louie Lyman.

Louie, you used to mow our lawn. That's
right.

But I thought, well, I read in the
papers that you were... Away?

Well, you read it right, Margie.

Well, how did you find me?

I went back to the old house and they
gave me your new address.

Well, if it's a little money you need,
Louie, I'm sure I... No, no, no, I don't

need no money, Margie.

Well, what do you want?

Well, this is going to sound kind of
funny, but all I want is this pie.

I didn't expect you to have it all ready
for me.

This isn't for you. Besides, you didn't
come here for just a pie.

Honest, Margie.

All those five years in the clink, I did
nothing but dream about your pies.

about those Saturday afternoons when
you'd bring me a hunk on those pink

plates. Oh, I'm sorry, Louie, but you
can't have it.

What am I asking for? Just one little
pie?

I'm complimented that you remember,
Louie, but I baked this one for someone

very special.

Who's so special?

His name is Steve.

He's my fiancé.

He's in the Air Force up in Alaska.

Alaska? Well, what does he do? Guard the
icebergs?

Well, he's stationed in a little radio
shack just 50 miles outside of Iceville.

Eh?

Well, so you can bake him another pie.

This is Steve's pie.

Okay, okay.

Then bake another one for me.

I can't, Louie. I promised Steve before
he went away that I wouldn't bake lemon

meringue pies for anybody but him.

Listen, kid.

I want this pie, see?

Listen, you give that back. Sorry,
Marge. No can do.

Why, you...

Look at it this way.

By the time the pie got to him, it'd be
as stale as last year's news. Well, not

if it goes the way I planned it won't.

Who's that?

Well, I don't know, but you'd better put
that box down, because now I have a

witness, and you'll be back in jail for
robbery.

Okay.

But you ain't seen the last of me.

Oh, I don't know who you are, but you
certainly came in the nick of time.

I'm Superman, ma'am.

I've seen this here advertising, ma'am.
You?

Superman? Yes, ma'am. Now, if you need
help, like I said... Well, come in,

please. Thank you, ma'am.

I had to leave Lily Bell tied up
outside.

Oh, yes, of course. You had to leave
Lily Bell tied up outside.

Lily Bell's my mule.

Your mule?

Yep. I never expected to find so many
hitching posts in a big city.

Those are parking meters.

Parking meters?

Well, I reckon you've got to have a
fancy name for such...

fancy hitching posts.

Are you sure you're Superman?

Well, I reckon I ought to know who I am,
ma'am. Now, what's this help you've been

needing?

Well, um... Well, first of all, I'd like
to have the piano moved over there.

Glad obliged, ma'am.

Why, it took four men to bring that
piano in here.

Four?

Shucks, they must have been awful little
men.

Well, I'm convinced you're Superman.

But I certainly didn't expect you to
look like this.

I mean... Well, shucks, I don't look
like this all the time, ma'am. You

should see me in my Sunday overalls.

Well, it's none of my business why
you're putting on some kind of act,

Superman. But I appreciate your sense of
humor. It makes you seem more human.

Oh, excuse me. It seems somebody has put
an open house sign on my door.

Miss Holloway?

Yes. I'm Clark Kent of the Daily Planet.
I've come in reference to your ad.

Clark Kent. Why, I'm a great admirer of
yours.

Oh? Come in. I'll introduce you to
Superman.

Oh, you will?

You mean Superman's here?

Yes, in person.

Well.

Superman? Yes, ma'am?

I'd like you to meet Mr. Kent.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Kent. On the
contrary, it's I that's pleased to meet

you, Superman.

I was just about to tell Superman why I
needed him.

Yes, I'd like to hear that, too.

Well, first of all, I'd like to make my
annual contribution to charity.

And I'd like you to do with it as you
see fit.

This here is a powerful lot of money,
ma'am. What am I supposed to do for it?

Well, all you have to do is deliver this
pie to my fiancé.

To a little radio shack just 50 miles
outside of Iceville, Alaska.

It's the anniversary of the first day we
met.

And you're the only one that can get it
there for me fresh.

Oh, Steve and I would be so grateful.

Lasky?

It's mighty firm, ma'am. Well, not for
you. You can fly up.

Fly?

Well, if that's the way you want it,
ma'am, I'll do it. Oh, thank you. Thank

you, Superman.

Um, perhaps I'd better handle this,
Superman.

Oh, no siree, Mr. Kent. I promised to
help the lady, and that's what I'm

aiming to do.

So nobody touches this here, except
until I put it in the hands of her

fiancée. Well, I was just kidding. Shall
we go?

Thank you again, Superman.

And thank you, Mr. Kent, for dropping
by.

When I read your ad, I thought there
might be a story in it. Now I'm sure of

it.

Bye, ma'am.

Bye. Goodbye.

Hey, you.

Leftover Louie.

What are you doing here? My business is
with Junior here, Kent, and it's

strictly legal.

I'm in kind of a hurry, mister.

I've got to fly this pie to Alaska.

Don't bother.

I'll give you 50 bucks for it.

That's right. Nice, mister. But I
promised to deliver it to a soldier.

I'll make it 100.

What do you want for the pie?

I want to eat it, see?

What do you usually do with a pie?

Ain't nobody going to eat this except
the man it was whomped up for, and I've

got to get going.

Nice to make your acquaintance, Mr.
Kent.

Same here, Superman.

Now, wait a minute.

Hey, I'll make a toy.

Louie. Come here.

No.

Let me give you some advice. In the
first place, he can probably break you

in two. In the second place, if you make
any trouble, I'll have to write some

more of those little articles about you.

You'll get in my hair once too often,
Kent. Not if you behave yourself, Louie.

Now, where do you live? I'll drive you
home because I don't want you to make

any more trouble around here. Don't boss
me around, Kent! You may be tough,

Louie, but perhaps you heard.

The typewriter is mightier than the
brass knuckle. Now, where'd you say you

lived?

The Crumbly Hotel.

That figures.

Let's go.

That was Axel Airbase.

Oh? What did they want?

They wanted to know how the weather was
up here. I hope you didn't tell them.

I told them the weather was perfect for
Eskimos.

Questions I'm obviously out of my mind.

Well, I'll bring you this pie from Miss
Holloway. Here.

Margie? A pie?

Yep. Got her here as quick as I could.

Well, reckon we better be getting back.

Oh, wait a minute. Wait. Come on in.
It's 20 below out there. That's calling

up to freeze even a figment of the
imagination.

Yeah, reckon I would like to sit a
while.

Come on, Lily Bell. We've been invited
in.

I reckon I better unbundle you a mite,
Lily Bell.

Is this for real?

The realest pie I ever saw.

No, no, I meant you.

And the mule.

Now, now, that's a funny question.

Sorry, it, uh... Look, you make
yourselves at home while I, uh, talk

this over with myself.

Why, ain't you gonna try the pie first?

Well, that's Marge's meringue, all
right.

I can't be dreaming that.

Look, will you tell me something?

What's this all about, and how did you
get here?

Well, Miss Holloway wanted you to have
that dark pie, so me and Lily Bell took

one of them Ari planes to Fairbanks, and
then a truck to Iceville, and then I

jumped on Lily Bell, and here we are.

It's incredible.

Yep. It's chilly, too.

Look, I'll fix up some grub.

Then we'll start from the beginning.

That's mighty nice of you.

The Air Force is never going to believe
this.

Oh.

What can I do for you, sir?

Well, you can tell me where Mr. Lyman's
room is.

Oh, it's room 16. It's down the hall.
Turn the left. Turn the right. Fourth

door to the left. You can't miss it.

Thank you. Oh, one more thing.

Yes? He ain't in.

Well, could you tell me where he is?

Flying, I guess. Flying?

Anyway, he rented an airplane.

One with skis on it.

Skis? Did you say skis? Yeah, skis.
S-K-E-E-S.

Skis.

Alaska. Lemon meringue pie.

Thank you very much.

Are you rousing up a right nice snack,
mister?

Snack? That's two weeks' rations.

But any man who can do what you've done
deserves it.

I guess we can start on this now.

Sounds like one of them hourly planes.

Well, it must be the monthly mail plane.
He's been due any day now.

Lucky there's enough for three here.

And maybe a smidgen for a little bit?

Sorry, I didn't think a mule would like
lemon meringue pie, but then... This is

no ordinary mule.

Excuse me.

Okay, brother.

Where is it? Where's what?

You know what I mean.

Where's that pie?

Pie? Oh, this is too much for one day.
Where's that lemon meringue pie?

Margie's? Oh, there it is.

Hey, ain't you the fella I seen back in
the city?

Yeah, that's right, Junior.

What did she do, bake that pie with
uranium?

No, it's just an ordinary pie, that's
all.

But to me, it's worth 25 grand.

It's not worth it. Not even one for
Margie's pies.

Well, Lilybell, this ain't the forest
trip we took for nothing.

It doesn't matter about the pie. It was
a thought that counted.

Margie's and yours.

Jokes. I was just trying to help out a
neighbor.

Well, we could certainly use a world
full of your kind.

Would you take this back to Margie for
me?

I made it for her.

I guess I got carried away.

Now, who in Toro Nation? Oh, probably
just one of those Zulu natives riding by

in his elephant.

Come in.

Welcome, sir. It's a vast relief to
realize I actually have gone crazy. Now

I can enjoy it. Has he been here yet?
The man who wanted the pie?

Certainly. He left just a few minutes
ago, but don't fret. I've got a nice can

of plum pudding for you. What kind of a
plane was he flying?

I must have missed him. A yellow
two-engine job.

Trimmed with lace with purple polka
dots.

Well, I'm going after him. Get the body.
of this once and for all. Ah, that must

be the general calling to tell me he's
coming to lunch.

Who are you, mister?

Never mind about that now.

Well, this sure is a realistic
nightmare.

That was the man who stole the pie.

I know. His plane was forced down by ice
in its wings, and he's holed up with a

portable transmitter in an ice cave,
which fell in on him.

How can he hear that? I'm going to hear
nothing.

Later, Superman.

Anywhere. And I don't care just so long
as it's warm.

But first, we have to return this pie to
its rightful owner. But I can't walk all

the way back there, Superman.

Who said anything about walking, Louie?

I can't fly.

With me, you can. And don't worry.

My wings don't ice up. Come on.

I'd be able to get hurt flying around
like that. All right.

I'll be careful.

Come on.

Have this mangy beach south and west.

which I can give you now that I've
talked to Louie. He told me the whole

story.

What happened to you?

Don't ask.

Take all the money.

It's yours.

bets again.

I can't take it, Louie.

My Aunt Tilly not only wouldn't make me
a pie, she flung me out for good

measure. Take it anyway.

I've seen the cold facts of light
buckets from now on.

Barry!

Mr. Kent stopped by to see me. We both
figured to see how you was coming along.

Don't worry, Louie.

Listen, Kent, me and Buckets have seen
the light cross my freezing heart and

hope to die. You know, Louie, this time
I believe you.

Well, that takes care of them,
Sylvester. How about you? Well, I tell

you, Mr. Kent, I don't feel right
natural around these sheer parts.

I'm going back to Skunk Hollow where I
can be just plain Superman.

And the best of luck to you, Superman.

And you too, Lily Bell.

Don't miss the next real packed episode
in the amazing adventures of Superman.

Superman is based on the original
character appearing in Superman

magazine.