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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: 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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All right, Max, take 'em in the car.

Hi, Superman.

Hello, Jimmy, what are you doing here?

I was at headquarters when Inspector Henderson

got the call.

Looks like the kid beat out Clark Kent

on a Superman story.

I wouldn't say that. Kent gets around too.

Wait.

Superman, thanks again for helping us.

Not at all, inspector.

Well, couple more crooks locked up, thanks to him.

Want a lift downtown?

No, never mind, inspector.

I want to look around here for a bit.

What for?

You didn't happen to see that crowbar around here, did ya?

You mean, the one Superman wrapped around those two crooks?

[CHUCKLES]

Boy, it was bent like a pretzel.

No, he got it off for us and then, uh...

Well, that's funny.

A lot of people around, maybe somebody picked it up.

What do you want it for?

I thought it might make a good souvenir.

Yes, it would.

Matter of fact, I wouldn't mind having it myself.

But I guess we're out of luck. Somebody beat us to it.

So long, Jimmy. Bye, inspector.

[CHIMES JINGLE]

Genuine...

Super...man...

souvenir.

There.

Now, what'll I charge?

Ten dollars.

No, no, no. That's not enough.

Fifteen. Fifteen.

No, no, no, no. Twenty-five dollars.

Twenty-five dollars.

There.

[CHUCKLES]

I knew the minute I put that item in the window

it would sell. Here, feel this.

A solid iron crowbar.

Or maybe steel.

Now, could you bend a crowbar like that?

Or could I?

No, only Superman, the great Superman--

Never mind all that stuff.

You were in the crowd

when they arrested those guys, weren't ya?

I saw you on the street afterwards.

Yes, of course.

But you can't take this away from me.

Finders keepers.

This is one of the best finds I ever made.

Now, $24.50. Would $24.50 be too much?

You mean you picked that up just so you could sell it?

Well, what do you think I'm in business for, my health?

I was in business for my health until I got the Superman idea.

Look, a spinning wheel. Would you want a spinning wheel?

Or an Oriental back-scratcher?

No, of course not.

You're a young man of the Metropolis.

When you buy a curio, it's got to be authentic.

It's got to be real. It's got to be Superman.

You're talking so much I don't understand

what you're trying to say.

Twenty dollars and seventy-five cents.

No!

I don't have that kind of money.

But...do you mean you've got other Superman stuff?

Yeah. Maybe something for $5.

You do have $5, don't you?

Well, maybe three or four--

Here. Three-fifty, and it's yours.

A brick.

A brick? Oh, you ignorant young man.

Look, that's where his thumb went right through it.

The one and only such brick in existence.

You mean Superman's thumb?

Yeah, the something-or-other case.

You must have read about it in the Daily Planet

a couple of weeks ago.

Anyway, he smashed through a brick wall,

and I collected every one of the bricks.

And that's the last one there is.

Three and a quarter.

Oh, I'll take it for three and a quarter.

Jeepers, you got all kind of Superman souvenirs, haven't ya?

J. Willy, proprietor, at your service.

The Superman souvenir shop.

Yeah. Golly, that's some idea.

Well, thank you, sir.

Yeah, come back, won't you? Come back.

As you can see, it was just a routine assignment.

Hi, Mr. Kent, Miss Lane. Look what I got.

Who you gonna throw that at?

Nobody. This isn't a throwing brick,

this is a saving brick.

What are you talking about?

Apparently Jimmy's planning on getting married, Lois,

and he's saving up for his house, brick by brick.

What on earth? Let me see it.

Be careful, don't touch it. It's the only one there is.

Look, that's his thumbprint in it.

Whose? What are you talking about?

A Superman souvenir. It's real too.

The guy at the store said-- Oh, I know.

But I bet it cost you three or four dollars, didn't it?

How do you know?

I found that shop yesterday.

And Mr. Willy, isn't he the cutest thing?

But you should see the bargain I got.

Will someone please tell me what this is all about?

Oh, you're not interested.

Look, Jimmy, a dagger, and only $4.95.

Bet that's better than a dirty old brick.

I'm gonna use it as a paperweight at home.

Gee, I wish I'd got there first.

What good is it? It's bent.

Oh, Clark, really.

This is the same knife a spy used

to try to stab Superman with last month.

It's bent because it couldn't pierce his skin.

Oh, sure. I remember.

Huh?

How could you remember? You were out of town, Mr. Kent.

Don't pay any attention to him.

He's up in the clouds today.

The boss's been patting him on the back

for getting that story

about Superman catching crooks this morning.

Oh. But that was the story I was gonna write.

I was there with Inspector Henderson.

I mean, I got so interested in souvenirs,

I forgot all about it.

I don't blame you, Jimmy.

Gee, the things that Mr. Willy's got.

Maybe I could write a story about him.

About those souvenirs.

Golly, Mr. Kent, you ought to see the crowbar--

Mr. Kent is just not interested, Jimmy.

He hit me.

He hit me.

Mr. Jasper, sit down. Jimmy, get some water.

You know me?

Of course. Jasper and Company, chemical engineers.

Your office is right down the corridor.

Now, tell me. Who hit you?

I don't know. I never saw him before.

He had a scar--

The payroll. That's what he was after.

I've gotta get back to my office.

It was the whole payroll for my plant out of town.

That money's gone I'll be ruined.

No.

It's still here.

That's strange. I was unconscious.

He could have taken it.

It looks to me like you were just plain slugged.

Have you got any enemies?

No, not that I know of.

He was such a huge bruiser,

he must have been after something.

Now, let's see.

I was just sitting there,

playing with a paperknife I'd recently bought--

Did you say a paper knife?

It's gone.

It was just a silly little thing, I know.

It was only worth a few dollars.

I picked it up this morning at the curio shop.

Believe it or not, it was a dagger

all bent out of shape when it bounced off Superman.

Superman?

You know something, that's what he took.

That's what the man came here after.

I must be. It's the only thing that's missing.

But why?

Was it anything like this?

Why, yes.

That's it. That's mine.

How did you get it? Oh, no, it isn't.

I bought it yesterday afternoon.

That's strange. It's identical.

Same blade, heavy handle, everything.

And Mr. Willy said mine was the only one there was.

That's what he told me too.

Let me see that knife, Lois? No.

I just think it's something

that Superman should know himself, that's all.

Yes, I think he should.

Well, maybe he will.

Maybe I'll find him and tell him about that souvenir shop.

It's my knife, Clark, and my mystery.

You weren't even interested--

All right, Lois, all right. I'm sorry.

But this isn't the time to go into it.

But it is time for you and Jim to take this gentleman

down to see Inspector Henderson and tell him the whole story.

Oh, and just what do you propose to do, Mr. Kent?

Since everyone is so interested in souvenirs,

I thought I might shop around a bit myself.

Would you hurry, please? I'm late for an appointment.

There you are, and there's your change.

Oh, women.

Never a word of goodbye or thanks for--

Good morning, sir. What can I do for you?

Good morning. I understand you sell souvenirs here.

Of Superman.

Oh, the crowbar!

Yes, indeed I do.

And you're just the man for that crowbar.

Well, I don't know about the crowbar,

but I am interested in a knife.

A knife?

Yes, the dagger that was supposedly flattened

on Superman's chest.

I believe you have it. Oh, that knife.

Yes, yes, indeed I have.

I have it right here.

Oh, you have. It?

Well, there's only one, naturally. Oh.

All my souvenirs are authentic originals.

Is that so?

Just ask Superman, if you don't believe me.

Now, that knife is right... Oh, I remember!

It's out back.

I took it down the street for polishing the other day.

Anything I hate, is a rusty souvenir.

Oh, so do I.

Don't worry, it won't take a minute to unwrap it.

Take your time. I'm in no hurry.

I'd like to look around.

I'll find it. I'll find it.

Don't worry.

Yeah, yeah. Here we are.

It'll just be a minute now. Just be a minute.

Oh, oh, oh, oh. I dropped it.

Didn't hurt it a bit. There, look at that.

Bent by the man of steel, himself.

And only $7.50.

Mr. Willy, has it ever occurred to you

how Superman might feel if he caught you doing this?

There's no harm in selling souvenirs.

I don't think he'd like it much.

Nonsense. Nonsense.

I know Superman better than you do.

He's got nothing against me. He doesn't want to see me poor.

That's not what I meant.

I'm talking about selling fake souvenirs.

Like that drawer full of extra knives there.

My souvenirs are authentic-- That is, most of them.

Wait a minute.

That woman who was just here drove off in the car,

what did she buy?

Just a little souvenir. What kind of a souvenir?

Well, well, it-- It was a knife.

A knife. Well, who is she?

Where does she live? I don't know anything about her.

I do a strictly cash business. No charge account.

Hence, no names and addresses. Oh, fine.

Ugh...

Man must be crazy.

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Get me out.

Help, the door's jammed. Help me, please.

[SOBBING]

Oh.

Now, now, it's all right. Take it easy.

He was-- He was in the back seat.

Hiding! I saw him in the mirror.

Who was? Now, what happened?

The man with the scar.

He grabbed my package...

and then-- Then I started skidding.

He jumped out before the car even stopped.

I saw him running, and then people came to help me--

Now, just a minute. Hold it up.

Easy does it.

You say a man took your package? A man with a scar?

Yes. And there was my purse, right there.

Why didn't he take that?

What was in that package?

Oh, just a silly little knife.

A-- A bent-up little knife.

I mean...you bent it.

It was a souvenir I just bought. Oh.

Superman, what does it mean?

I don't know yet.

But with the number of knives floating around,

I'd better find out in a hurry. Will you excuse me?

Certainly. Thank you.

Now, let's see. Who's next?

Great Caesar's ghost. How many?

And in each case the man just took one of those knives?

Kent, where have you been?

This is the craziest story we've had in years.

Is that Inspector Henderson?

Three more people have been assaulted,

from each one they took a souvenir knife.

All just the same.

Yes, go on. Has Lois Lane come back yet?

Shh. I said has Lois come back?

Quiet. Chief, I'm sorry. Let me have it.

Hello, Bill?

Hey. What's all the shouting up there?

Yes, Kent, I heard you.

Miss Lane's still here at headquarters,

so of course, she's all right.

Oh. I was worried.

She has one of those knives herself.

She has?

She didn't tell me anything about it.

Well, you'd better take it away from her.

Everyone that has one seems to be getting in trouble.

What's this about more people being assaulted?

Oh, yes.

Three others who bought knives also had them stolen.

No, nobody killed yet.

But it was probably the same scarfaced man who did it.

He'd have to move awfully fast.

Not necessarily.

One of these assaults happened last night,

the others early this morning.

I've got Mr. Jasper, the chemist, in the other room

trying to put together a description

of the scarface for us.

That's where Miss Lane and young Olsen are right now.

But I sure didn't know she had a knife.

Now, hang on a second.

Well, what's bothering you?

Nothing. I was just trying to remember.

I think his scar was on the right side of the face.

Miss Lane?

You mean the girl reporter? Yes.

She and the boy went out several minutes ago.

Went out?

There was a messenger here with a note.

Something about a fire in her apartment.

Miss Lane and Jimmy went over to her apartment.

Something about a fire.

Thanks, Bill.

Hey, where you going, Kent?

They may be in trouble again.

I don't smell any smoke.

There's not a fireman or a piece of fire hose in--

Okay, don't bother to turn around.

Step over there, Miss Lane.

You. Tie her up and blindfold her. But good.

What's this all about?

Just a knife, that's all.

What do you want with that knife?

Don't you wish you knew.

Make a million bucks, maybe.

'Cause I'm a nut for souvenirs, maybe.

Oof!

[JIMMY YELLS]

Jimmy. Are you all right?

They never learn not to fool around with me.

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[AIR WHOOSHING]

Jimmy, I hear Superman.

Well, looks like I'm too late again.

I tried to jump the guy with the scar, Superman,

but he whacked me over the head,

and he got away with the knife.

But, Superman, I've got it!

I know why he wants those knives.

There's something valuable hidden inside one of them.

And he keeps chasing after them until he finds the right knife.

I hardly think that's likely.

But, Superman, the real knife,

I mean, the one Mr. Willy claims all these to be,

is the one a spy tried to stab you with

several weeks ago, remember?

And he from Asia.

Maybe there's a secret formula hidden inside one of 'em.

Now, just a minute, Jimmy.

We're getting a little wild, aren't we?

If you could only use your x-ray vision--

Superman, he's right.

Why else would a man

be so frantic to get all these knives?

There's one sure way to find out.

How?

I'll get hold of a knife and walk around town--

He'd never attack you. That's very true.

So I'll get Clark Kent to do it.

I'll keep an eye on him.

Meanwhile, you two be careful.

Well, he and Clark Kent

are certainly being thick these days.

They sure are.

We got him. We need a seventh knife.

That's what the boss wanted.

This guy's got the craziest reactions.

Let go, bud, you're unconscious!

We gotta take him with us, Louie.

Gimme a hand.

This is it, Louie. Big house, right ahead.

The boss will be along pretty quick.

Then we can collect our million-bucks pay

and retire.

Hey, what a job, huh?

[LAUGHS]

Hey, he let go of the knife. I got it.

Now the job's really completed.

Come on, we'll dump out here.

[ENGINE STARTS]

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[RINGING]

Yes?

Who?

Superman!

Yes, yes. I'll get there as quickly as I can.

We got it. We got it.

A million bucks.

Leave us be on our way.

Leave us.

[ENGINE STARTS]

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[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]

Hello, inspector.

Well, well, already captured 'em, eh?

These are just the hired hands who did the work.

They don't look bright enough to mastermind anything.

Bright enough to collect a cool million dollars.

A million dollars? But who paid 'em.

What could be in those knives that's worth that much money?

We'll find out when we go up the road a little ways.

Can Flannery take care of these two characters?

Flannery can.

So hop in if you don't mind riding in a car for a change.

My pleasure to ride with you always, inspector.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Yes?

Yes, who is it?

MAN: Victor Henderson.

Oh, hello there. Come in. Come in.

Mr. Jasper!

Yes, this is his home.

That's right. What do you want?

You know. Where are the knives?

All seven of them.

Knives?

Perhaps I can help you, inspector.

I see them through that wall.

On the table.

I don't understand.

They're just souvenirs I bought.

Here we are, inspector.

Mr. Jasper, you're under arrest.

You're responsible for all this.

What?

Why, I haven't done anything.

Don't you realize? I was even assaulted myself.

Sure, sure, to make it look good, I know.

No, please listen to me-- Never mind.

Superman, I'm gonna look around the rest of the house.

All right, inspector.

You believe me, don't you?

I was just sitting here working.

We have a synthetic-metals program under way, you know.

But if someone else has been in the house,

I'm sure I didn't know about it.

I see, Mr. Jasper,

Everyone seems to think there's something very valuable

in one of those knives. Oh.

And you're going to examine them with your x-ray vision.

Mm-hm. That's correct.

That's the most powerful x-ray in the world, isn't it?

I presume so, when I want it to be.

We'd better stand back.

We could be burned by the ray bombardment, so intense.

That's quite correct.

You'd better all wait in the hall.

Very well.

Well?

Looks like you're all wrong.

There's absolutely nothing hidden

in any one of those knives.

Of course not.

The knives are mine. I bought them legitimately.

Maybe there has been a mistake.

Superman, look at this. Seven more knives.

I found them in the upstairs hall.

Oh, no.

I don't think you'll find anything hidden in those either.

Hey, maybe those are the ones the guy with the scar

stole from the people and brought here.

But why? And who did he deliver them to?

And if there isn't anything in the knives...

Well, at least you know I'm telling the truth now.

You can't prove I've done one single thing wrong.

I've never seen those knives before.

And the ones in my office...

Well, they're just mine, that's all.

Now, please take your mysteries out of here.

Superman, what do you think we ought to do?

Believe him, I guess, inspector.

That is, if Mr. Jasper will do me one favor before we go.

Why, of course. I'd like to cooperate.

Fine. I'd like to have one of your knives.

As a souvenir. Certainly.

Here, it's all yours.

No, no. Not one of those.

I want one of the knives in there

that I just subjected to my x-ray vision.

What? No.

I mean, help yourself.

You're afraid to go in that room, aren't you, Mr. Jasper?

You know all about harmless metals, don't you?

Or perhaps the alloys I saw in there are no longer harmless.

Please, don't make me go in there.

It's all very simple.

You hire a couple of thugs to steal knives,

so we'll think there was something hidden in one of them.

Why?

So you could trick me into using my x-ray vision

on certain knives you made yourself, right?

Yes, yes. The knives are made out of alloy.

I've worked on this all my life.

But your x-ray was the only one powerful enough.

I don't get it. What's he talking about?

I'll show you, Jimmy.

There, you see?

Jeepers.

You see, Jimmy...

Certain alloys can be changed when bombarded by an x-ray.

That is, provided you can find one powerful enough.

Mr. Jasper here has made a truly remarkable discovery.

He tricked me into using my x-ray vision

on those knives of his.

Which transformed them into pure radium,

worth many millions of dollars.

All right, Mr. Jasper.

Come along with me.

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[CHIMES JINGLE]

Superman. Yes, Mr. Willy.

Everyone's taken care of but you.

Everyone?

The police just appropriated several million dollars

worth of radium for Metropolis hospitals.

It was obtained fraudulently by a man who's now in prison.

Prison? Fraud?

Superman, you're not going to say what I did was that?

Not exactly.

But I want you to stop selling Superman souvenirs.

Even if they're genuine, like that crowbar.

But I have stopped. Can't you see?

I'm in the pastry business now.

My wife does the baking, and I do the selling.

That souvenir business was far too dangerous.

Far too dangerous. You're absolutely right.

Well, good luck to you.

Oh, and don't eat up all the profits.

Hm. Oh, Superman?

Yes?

Anytime you need a wedding cake or anything like that,

just please, it'll be on the house.

Thank you. I'll remember.

Oh, that beautiful cape of his.

What a souvenir that would make.

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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.