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THE ADVENTURES OF SUPERMAN “Batman's Great Mystery”

Originally aired February 5, 1948 to February 17, 1948

CAST:

Announcer

Narrator

Dan

Kent/Superman

Bruce Wayne / Batman

Dick Grayson / Robin

Jones

“Batman”/ Ed

Alfred

Anders

Beany

Candy

Cigarette Man

Clerk

Doorman

Heavy Set

Hemple

Henderson

Hoffmeyer

Jerry

Lois

Man#1

Man#2

Thug

CHAPTERS 3, 4, and 5

ANNOUNCER: Faster than a speeding bullet…

SOUND: Gunshot and ricochet

ANNOUNCER: More powerful than a locomotive…

SOUND: Train and whistle

ANNOUNCER: … able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.

SOUND: Superman flying.

MAN#1: Look! up in the sky! It's a bird!

MAN#2: It's a plane!

MAN#1: It's Superman!

MUSIC: Organ, Superman theme, continues under.

NARRATOR: Yes, it's Superman, strange visitor from the planet Krypton who

came to Earth with amazing physical powers far beyond those of mortal

men. And who, disguised as Clark Kent, mild mannered reporter for a great

metropolitan newspaper, wages a never ending battle for truth and justice.

MUSIC: Continues and ends

SFX:

Gunshot & ricochet

Train whistle

Superman flying

Door: Open & close, Knock

Footsteps

Body falling

Phone: ring, Pick up & hang up

traffic

struggling against chains, chains rattling

window slides up

rustling papers

hitting/ fighting

Fire crackling

Crashing through roof

Roof crashes

Typing


NARRATOR: Today, in his guise of Clark Kent, Superman is in the Metropolis

Auditorium with young Dick Grayson, who is really Robin, Batman’s young

companion, when a man they believed was dead appears on the stage.

MUSIC: STING

SOUND: CROWD COMMOTION\.

KENT: Look, Dick. Look who’s going to speak. It’s Batman!

ROBIN: Christopher Columbus! Yes! It is Batman!

MUSIC:

DAN: Gang, supposing you were walking down the street one day, loaded down

with a dollar you’d earned, and suddenly a stranger comes up to you, gives

you the ―glad hand‖ and makes a proposition. ―For one dollar, one small

dollar, the ten-spot of ten dollars,‖ he says, ―I’ll sell you this beautiful box

that I have in my hand. You look and you see it’s a big interesting box, and

all nicely wrapped up in red, white, and blue trimming. The only hitch is,

you can’t see what’s inside. Now honestly, would you give that guy your

hard earned buck for a fancy package that contains you don’t know what?

Well, you need your head examined if you did. Cause only a sucker would

buy a package without opening it and seeing what’s inside first. Now, ideas

are pretty much like packages, and people are always trying to sell you ideas

which all too often are wrapped up in fancy trimmings that you can’t see

what you buy. Also, more often than not, their favorite colors are red, white

and blue. Well, don’t you be fooled, gang. Don’t fall for this old dye. Be

smart enough to examine each idea for what it’s worth. Inspect it carefully

and evaluate it before you accept. For you know that no matter how

beautifully an idea is wrapped up in patriotic lingo, it isn’t patriotic, it isn’t

American, if it is designed for you to think that one man is better than

another because of his race, religion, or where his people came from. It isn’t

American if it suggests that you stop a man from speaking his mind, just

because you don’t happen to agree with him. So always take a good look at

the inside of an idea, boys and girls, and never mind the outside wrapping.

See if what it really means is worth believing in. And then, buy it.

MUSIC: Superman Theme

NARRATOR: And now, ―The Adventures of Superman!‖

MUSIC: STING

NARRATOR: Just twelve days ago the famous Batman wakened Robin, his

young companion, from sleep, and told him:

MUSIC: STING


BATMAN: I'm going away, Robin. I can't tell you where or why. I hope to be

back within a week. But if I'm not, well, you may never see me again.

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: Then, when twelve days passed and Batman did not return, a very

worried Robin appealed for aid to Clark Kent, who as we know is Superman.

Searching for a clue in Batman's study Kent discovers a recently made

recording of a conversation between Batman and a mysterious Mr. Jones. A

man who had somehow learned that Batman was really a wealthy young

man named Bruce Wayne, and who threatened, that unless Batman

accompanied him to an unnamed destination, he would reveal his secret to

the world.

MUSIC: STING

NARRATOR: A desperate search failed to uncover any trace of Batman or the

mysterious Mr. Jones. But early that evening, Police Inspector Henderson

phoned Kent and Robin and told them to go to the Metropolis Auditorium.

There before a huge crowd, a tall figure wearing a skin tight costume, cape,

batlike hood and mask, walked out on the stage to address the gathering.

SOUND: PEOPLE SOUNDS, MOVEMENT, MURMURING

ROBIN: Look, Mr. Kent, it's Batman!

KENT: It certainly looks like him, Dick.

ROBIN: It is him, or else I I'm dreaming!

KENT: You're not dreaming, son!

ROBIN: But how could he be here, safe and sound, while letting us think he might

be dead?

KENT: I don't know.

ROBIN: Oh, there's something screwy going on.

KENT: Must be! Can't imagine Batman addressing a selfish, bigoted crowd like

this!

BATMAN: (ON SPEAKER) Ladies and gentlemen...

KENT: He's starting his speech. Listen...

BATMAN: It's a great pleasure and privilege to address this splendid organization.

ROBIN: That's Batman alright.

KENT: Yep.


BATMAN: I am wholeheartedly in sympathy with your views, and I am

convinced that the future of our great country rests in your hands, and in the

hands of those others all over the United States who think the way you do.

SOUND: MURMURS OF PEOPLE

ROBIN: Did you hear that, Mr. Kent? He's with this mob!

KENT: Yes! I can't believe it, Dick!

ROBIN: Why, If Batman told me once he told me a hundred times that this bunch

were selfish bigots. He said they were a menace to our country!

KENT: They are! I can't understand this!

ROBIN: I think...

KENT: Wait, Dick, let's hear this.

BATMAN: (OVERLAPPING) Many people in this country, want us to send our

hard-earned food, clothing, seed and agricultural equipment to the nations of

Europe. ―Share what we have with the unfortunate,‖ they say. Well, I say,

don't do anything of the kind. Let others take care of themselves.

SOUND: PEOPLE MURMURING AND CHEERING

ROBIN: Holy smokes, Mr. Kent, I must be dreaming!

KENT: No, you're not, Dick!

ROBIN: Batman always said the only decent and humane thing to do was to help

the starving people in Europe.

KENT: I know. He went to Washington with me a few months ago to say the

same thing. I can't understand why... Wait, listen...

BATMAN: (OVERLAPPING) Why should we give our bread, and cotton and

steel machinery to somebody else? I ask you, why? If the Europeans want

the necessities and luxuries of life, let them make them themselves!

SOUND: CROWD CHEERS

ROBIN: How can he say that when he knows their farms and factories and homes

have been destroyed in the war, and all they're asking is our help in getting

on their feet again?

KENT: I think I'm beginning to see what's behind this, Dick!

ROBIN: Yeah, what?!

KENT: Tell you later. Listen.


BATMAN: Finally...we have our own troubles to worry about, so let's not talk

about Europe's too. They got into a mess without our help, now let them get

out of it, without our help.

SOUND: CHEERS

ROBIN: Jeepers. My ears must be playing tricks on me, Mr. Kent! I can't believe

Batman would ever say such rotten, selfish things.

KENT: Neither can I!

BATMAN: The less we have to do with foreigners the better, so let 'em stew in

their own juice. And now in closing, ladies and gentlemen, let me urge you

again to refuse to aid Europe. We work hard for what we have, so let's not

give it away to a lot of foreigners. I thank you.

SOUND: CROWD CHEERS

MUSIC:

ROBIN: Batman spoke like a selfish bigot and a rabble rouser, Mr. Kent!

KENT: Like one of the worst kind, Dick! The meeting's over. Come on.

ROBIN: I can't believe it! He... he just the same as said let those poor people

over there starve.

KENT: That's what he said. But I've known Batman for years and I know he hates

narrow bigots and despots like this unAmerican as much as you and I and all

decent Americans hate them!

ROBIN: Then why did he say all those awful things?

KENT: My hunch is he was forced to do this.

ROBIN: Forced?

KENT: Uh huh.

ROBIN: What makes you think so?

KENT: Remember that recording we found in Batman's study?

ROBIN: Oh, you mean that fellow Jones he…

KENT: Yes. Look, Batman just went into a dressing room. Here's our chance to

find out. Come on!

MUSIC:

SOUND: DOOR OPENS

KENT: There he is, Dick.

ROBIN: (happily) Batman! Hey, Batman!


SOUND: DOOR CLOSES

BATMAN: Oh, hello, Dick. How are you, Kent?

KENT: All right, Batman, but what on...

ROBIN: Where've you been? Why did you tell me I might never see you again?

Why haven’t I...

BATMAN: Whoa, wait a minute, Dick, it's a long story and I...I can't go into it

now, because I've got another speaking engagement in Willow Falls.

ROBIN: But... but, gee whiz...

KENT: Look, Batman, we three are all alone now, so you can drop the pose and

talk straight. We heard your speech tonight and now we want to know...

BATMAN: Oh, you did, eh? How'd you like it?

ROBIN: Thought it smelled!

BATMAN: Really? I thought it was quite good.

KENT: Oh, cut that out, Batman! We know why you made that filthy un-

American speech tonight. You see, we found that recording!

BATMAN: (Blankly) Recording? What recording, Kent?

ROBIN: The one you meant us to find, of course! The one you made the night

you left of the conversation between you and that fellow Jones.

BATMAN: (Blankly) Oh. (Quickly) Oh, oh, that.

ROBIN: We heard him say he knew you were Bruce Wayne, and if you didn't go

away with him he'd tell the whole world. That's why you made that speech

tonight, wasn't it, Batman? Because Jones threatened to tell everyone you

were Bruce Wayne, if you didn't go along with him. Isn't that right?

BATMAN: Well, I...

KENT: I'm surprised you went along with him no matter what it meant to you,

Batman. You have a great deal of influence and prestige, you know, and a

lot of people will believe your lies just because you say them!

ROBIN: That's right

BATMAN: (Hard voice) But they weren't lies.

KENT/ROBIN: What?

BATMAN: I told the truth.

ROBIN: You must be out of your head!

KENT: Now, listen, Batman, either this fellow Jones has succeeded in so scaring

you that you've turned into a coward, or else...


BATMAN: Now wait! Get this straight, I'm neither a coward nor out of my mind,

Kent. Now, as I said before I've got another speaking engagement, so I'll

have to ask you two to leave.

KENT: Oh, no you don't. You're not going to brush me off that easily, Batman.

We've been friends for years, and I'm gonna find...

ROBIN: Wait a minute, Mr. Kent. Let me talk to him alone.

KENT: But look!

ROBIN: I know him better than you. Will you wait outside for me, please, in your

car?

BATMAN: Look, I'm in a hurry, Dick, I told you...

ROBIN: I don't care, Pappy! You and I are gonna have a little pow wow, right

now. Go on, please, Mr. Kent.

KENT: Well, All right, Dick, I'll wait for you in my car. (VOICE FADES, )

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS

ROBIN: OK.

SOUND: DOOR CLOSE

ROBIN: All right, now, we're alone, just you and me, Batman and Robin, so start

talking!

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: We’ll be back in a moment for the startling climax of today’s

episode, so keep listening.

DAN: you know, gang, friendship is a wonderful thing. It’s a swell feeling to

know that you have someone with whom you can pal around, someone

who’ll share your troubles and your fun. Someone you like and trust, and

who likes and trusts you in return. Yes, friendship helps make life easier

and more pleasant for us all. And you know, the best thing about it, is that it

is so easy to have. Friendship doesn’t cost money and it’s available to

everybody. Doesn’t it seem strange to you, then, when such a wonderful

thing as friendship can be had for the asking, that foolish people still persist

in hating their neighbors. Now, no matter where you go in the world, from

China to Hudson’s Bay, you’ll find that basically people aren’t much

different from one another. They all have the same kinds of hope, desires,

troubles and dreams, that we have right here in America. It makes you think

that perhaps many of the world’s problems come up because people don’t

realize that. You see, practically everyone is willing to be your friend, if

you’ll just meet him halfway. What does it matter if he’s of a different race

or religion than yours? Or whether he comes from another country. Or


whether he’s richer or poorer than you. You know that nobody really is

inferior to anyone else, because you know that under God, we are all equal.

So fellow’s and girls, here’s a thought for you to keep in mind. Friendship,

which is a wonderful thing to have, is also an easy thing to have. Try it, and

see.

MUSIC:

MUSIC: Superman Theme

NARRATOR: And now, back to ―The Adventures of Superman.‖

MUSIC: STING

NARRATOR: Alone in a dressing room in the Metropolis Auditorium, young

Dick Grayson, who is really Robin, appeals to his tall, costumed companion.

ROBIN: We've never had any secrets from each other, Batman, so come on, tell

me about this trouble you're in.

BATMAN: I'm not in any trouble, Dick.

ROBIN: Don't give me that! You wouldn't just disappear for almost two weeks

and let me worry myself sick, and then make a rotten, un-American speech

like...like some dirty rabble rouser unless you...

BATMAN: Watch your tongue, you brat!

ROBIN: Huh? What did you call me?

BATMAN: I called you a brat! Now get this through your head. I meant what I

said in my speech tonight. I... well, I've been seeing things differently of

late.

ROBIN: Holy smokes, Mr. Kent must be right. Either you're yellow or your nuts!

BATMAN: I warned you, Robin! Watch your tongue.

ROBIN: You watch yours! You never talked to me this way before and you're not

gonna start now!

BATMAN: Skip it. I've got another speaking engagement so I've got to go.

ROBIN: Wait! Please, don't go until we've had this out!

SOUND: STRUGGLING

BATMAN: Take your hands off me!

ROBIN: Please, Batman, you've got to listen to me. You've got to...

BATMAN: I said, let go.

SOUND OF PUNCH

ROBIN: Oh...


SOUND OF BODY FALLING

BATMAN: That'll hold you, you little punk.

DOOR OPENS

JERRY: Time to go, Bat..., hey, what happened to the kid?

BATMAN: He got tough and I had to take a poke at him, that's all. Let's go, Jerry.

JERRY: Say, he looks as if he's hurt pretty bad. His head's cut.

BATMAN: So what? He banged it against the radiator when he went down. He'll

be okay. Come on, let's go.

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: Without a backward glance at the fallen Robin, who lies huddled

on the floor unconscious, the tall figure in the famous Batman costume

strides from the dressing room with the man he calls Jerry. How can this

brutal scene have taken place between Batman and Robin, inseparable as

brothers? When Kent returned a short time later, he found Batman gone,

and Dick lying on the floor, unconscious. As Superman, Kent rushed Dick

to the office of a nearby Doctor, where the boy was treated for a scalp

wound. Now, a little while later, Robin is again alone with Kent,

heartbroken and close to tears.

MUSIC: STING

ROBIN: He hit me, Mr. Kent. Batman hit me. He called me a brat and then he

slugged me. He never did anything like that before, never.

KENT: I know, Dick.

ROBIN: He never even lost his temper with me before. I can't understand it, Mr.

Kent, I just can't understand it.

KENT: I can't understand that anymore than I can understand Batman's making

that rabble rousing, un-American speech at the auditorium. Why, if I hadn't

heard him myself I never would have believed it.

ROBIN: Look, Mr. Kent. Do you suppose that fellow Jones, the man we heard on

the recording with Batman, do you think he's making him act this way?

KENT: Could be, Dick. It could be. But, the Batman I knew would have knocked

Jones down regardless of what it meant to him before he would make such a

selfish, bigoted, un-American speech!

ROBIN: Yeah, I guess he would. Then why is he acting this way?

KENT: Well, off hand I can think of only two reasons, Dick.

ROBIN: Such as?


KENT: First, it's just possible that Batman doesn't know what he's doing because

he's sick. Mentally sick as a result of something fed or injected into him by

the mysterious Mr. Jones.

ROBIN: But he didn't seem sick. His eyes were clear and his voice, his

movements, they were just the same as always.

KENT: Yes, but his thoughts and his actions were entirely different from what

they always were. No, Dick, I still say Batman is sick, or else...

ROBIN: Or else what?

KENT: Well, it's something I'd rather not talk about yet. It seems too utterly

fantastic.

ROBIN: Oh, come on, Mr. Kent. Tell me, please!

KENT: No, I'd rather check my theory, first. Look, Batman said he had another

speaking engagement tonight at Willow Falls, didn't he?

ROBIN: Uh huh.

KENT: Alright, I'm going up to Willow Falls and before this night is over I'm

going to find out if Batman is sick, or… well, the other thing.

ROBIN: Swell. I'll go with you.

KENT: No, no, Dick, you're still a little groggy.

ROBIN: Oh, no, no, I'm okay, now honest. I want to go, Mr. Kent.

KENT: I'd rather you didn't, Dick. I want to talk to Batman alone.

ROBIN: Oh. (Reluctantly) Well, Okay.

KENT: Good fella. Now, get your coat and I'll take you over to Jim Olsen's

house.

ROBIN: Jim Olsen's? What for?

KENT: Because if my second theory is right, you may be in danger! So I'd rather

you were someplace else than your home until I get back.

ROBIN: Oh, don't worry about me, I can take care of myself.

KENT: Well...

ROBIN: Besides, until I know what gives with Batman I want to be at home, in

case he calls and needs me.

KENT: Well, if that's the way you want it, all right, Dick. I'll run you home, then

I'll hop up to Willow Falls and have it out with Batman. Come on, let's go!

MUSIC:


NARRATOR: After seeing Robin safely to his home, Clark Kent secretly resumes

his true identity. Then, as Superman, he streaks thirty miles north to the

bustling town of Willow Falls.

SOUND: FLYING

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: There, after again assuming his disguise of mild-mannered,

bespectacled Clark Kent, he approaches the Willow Falls opera house.

Crowds are filing into the building, outside of which is a life size lithograph

of Batman in costume and a huge sign which reads: ―Batman speaks here

tonight.‖ Making his way to the stage entrance, Kent speaks with the

doorman.

KENT: My name is Clark Kent. I'm a reporter from the Metropolis Daily Planet.

I'd like to interview Batman.

DOORMAN: He ain't here yet.

KENT: Are you sure? It's 8.45 and I noticed he's scheduled to speak at 9 o'clock.

DOORMAN: I know, but he phoned in a little while ago to say he'd be late.

KENT: He did, eh.

DOORMAN: Yeah. He's driving up from Metropolis, but he said he had some

trouble with his car. Expects to be here about 9.30, thereabouts.

KENT: I see. Do you mind if I come in and wait for him?

DOORMAN: Oh, I don't mind. Come on in.

KENT: Thanks.

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: As Kent enters the opera house in Willow Falls to wait for Batman,

Robin in his house in Metropolis tries to concentrate on a book, but restless

and worried, he soon tosses it away and turns on the radio. A moment later

he snaps that off and takes to pacing the floor. Then, when the phone rings

he fairly leaps across the room to answer it.

SOUND: Ring. Pick up phone.

ROBIN: (Eagerly) Hello?!

BATMAN: That you, Robin?

ROBIN: Yes. Batman!

BATMAN: Check. Listen, chum...


ROBIN: Where are you, Batman, what's happened to you? I'm so worried I'm

going nuts!

BATMAN: Take it easy, Robin. I can explain everything.

ROBIN: Well, start explaining. Mr. Kent thinks you're sick in the head but I know

it can't be that.

BATMAN: (Chuckles dryly) Kent thinks I'm sick, eh?

ROBIN: Yeah, he went up to Willow Falls to see you. Is that where you are now?

BATMAN: No. I'm in Metropolis.

ROBIN: You are?! Well, come on home right now and we can get this all

straightened out.

BATMAN: I can't come home now, Robin.

ROBIN: Why not?

BATMAN: Because I'm on a big job. But, big!

ROBIN: Job? For the police department?

BATMAN: Bigger than that.

ROBIN: The government?

BATMAN: I ...I can't tell you anymore over the phone.

ROBIN: Listen, can't you use a hand on this job? Can't I help?

BATMAN: Yes. That's the reason I called you. I need ya, chum.

ROBIN: Now you're talking our language! Just say where and when, Pappy.

BATMAN: Do you know where the old River Hotel is?

ROBIN: The River Hotel? It seems to me I remember it. An old dump down on

the waterfront?

BATMAN: That's it. I'm there now. Room 314.

ROBIN: 314.

BATMAN: Check. Now get this.

ROBIN: I'm listening.

BATMAN: Keep this strictly on the QT. Don't tell Kent, or even Alfred, that I

called you, or where you're going. Understand?

ROBIN: I'll make like a clam, Pappy.

BATMAN: Good. Get on your horse then, Robin, and get set for a big surprise.

Now hurry.


MUSIC:

NARRATOR: What is the big surprise that has just been promised the now happy

Robin? We’ll be back in a moment to find out. So, keep listening.

DAN: Listen gang, the other day the other day I found a reason which seemed just

about half deadly so I unlocked the still to fill and bunked the peppersby.

What’s that? You didn’t catch what I said? Why it’s perfectly simple. All I

said was the other day I found a reason which… (laughs) OK gang, I’ll stop.

You probably guessed I was trying to talk double-talk. Have you ever heard

a real whiz give out with the double-talk? I have. Guys that can go on for

five minutes before it suddenly dawns on you what they’re talking about is

really gibberish, and of course the reason for that is they interlace their

nonsense with just enough familiar words and phrases. That’s how they fool

you. And that’s how a lot of people get roped into believing false notions.

Slick talkers have a knack for using familiar important words and phrases.

Good meaningful words, like maybe, uh… Americanism, Civic duty, strong

healthy country. Nothing the matter with words like that, they’re good

worthwhile words, all of them. Except, it all depends on how they’re used.

These double-talk jokers I’m referring to have a way of misusing them. For

instance, they’ll talk about a strong, healthy USA, but they sandwich into

their chatter so many vicious false ideas, that what they really mean is a

weak, divided USA. Oh, you’ve probably heard them—insults against

people of another religion, narrow-minded prejudices, two-bit opinions

about everything and everybody. Half the time, they get so wound up they

don’t know where their own ideas are taking them. Well, gang, there’s a

lovely expressive word for what comes out of their mouths. We call it,

―gobble-de-gook.‖ The word doesn’t make sense… but then, neither do

they.

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: And now, ―The Adventures of Superman.‖

MUSIC: Sting. Organ continues under.

NARRATOR: Dressed as Dick Grayson, Robin has just arrived at the River

Hotel, an ancient, decaying, evil smelling structure, situated in an area on the

waterfront where many of the shady element of the city congregate. In the

small, paint-peeled lobby, furnished with a few sagging horse haired chairs,

two furtive eyed men glance sharply at Robin, then quickly look away. The

sleepy blurry eyed clerk at the switchboard seems to take no notice of the

youngster as he walks swiftly to the rickety, uncarpeted stairs and takes them

two at a time. On the third and top floor, where a single small electric bulb

only seems to make the shadows deeper, Robin reads the numbers with

difficulty on the cheap, scarred doors. Finally he finds Room 314, the


number Batman had given him, at the end of the hall. He stops, and knocks

on the door.

SOUND: KNOCK

HEAVY SET: Come in

SOUND: OPEN DOOR

ROBIN: Hiya, Batman. What the?

MUSIC: Sting

NARRATOR: Stepping into the room, Robin stops as he sees a bald, heavyset,

unshaven man sitting in a chair facing the door. In his hand the man holds a

revolver which he points at Robin. Another man, very tall and thin in shirt

sleeves, lounges alongside the door. There is no one else in the room. Then,

as Robin starts to step backward, the heavy set man in the chair calls out:

HEAVY SET: Stay right where you are, sonny boy. Close the door, Lou.

SOUND: DOOR CLOSES

ROBIN: What's the idea? Where's Batman?

HEAVY SET: (Nasty chuckle). You wanna know where Batman is, eh?

ROBIN: Yeah. What's so funny? Where is he? What goes on here?

HEAVY SET: You'll find out, sonny boy. You'll find out, but you ain't gonna like

it! No, you ain't gonna like it at all!

NARRATOR: Meanwhile, unaware of this development Superman, disguised as

reporter Clark Kent, was at the Opera House in Willow Falls thirty miles

away, where Batman was delivering another speech. As he left the stage and

walked into the wings, followed by the applause of the crowd, Kent stepped

forward to meet him:

KENT: Just a minute, Batman!

BATMAN: Kent! What are you doing...

KENT: I want to talk to you.

BATMAN: Yeah? What about?

KENT: About Robin, and other things.

BATMAN: Look, I haven't time to discuss this.

KENT: You're to take time. You and Robin are as close as brothers. You

practically brought him up!

BATMAN: Well, what are you getting at?


KENT: A few hours ago at the Metropolis Auditorium you struck him and

knocked him out.

BATMAN: So what? Little punk asked for it.

KENT: That's not like you, Batman. You never slugged Robin before, or talked

like this about him. What's more you never made rabblerousing, un-

American speeches before. Something very fishy going on and I intend to

find out what it is.

BATMAN: Look, Kent, I don't intend to stand here and argue with you. I told you

I'm expecting some phone calls at my hotel. Good night.

SOUND: KENT GRABS BATMAN.

KENT: No you don't Batman. You're going to stay right here until we straighten

this out.

BATMAN: Take your hands off me, Kent, or...

KENT: Or what? Will you try to slug me too?

BATMAN: Yes, I might forget myself and do just that.

KENT: That wouldn't be smart, would it, considering who I am?

BATMAN: If you think I'm afraid of you just because you're a reporter for a big

newspaper you're crazy.

KENT: Well, I didn't mean that, because I'm a reporter.

BATMAN: What did you mean, then?

KENT: Don't you know?

BATMAN: No. I don't know what you're talking about and I don't care. I'm going

to the Willow Falls Hotel.

KENT: Wait a minute!

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: Steel fingers locked on the Batlike costume of the man's arm, Kent

holds him fast, and there's a strange expression in his eyes as he gazes into

the masked face before him. Then he hears his own voice, the voice of

Superman, talking to him.

KENT: Batman is the only man in the world who knows that I, Superman, am

Clark Kent. But this man doesn't know it.

BATMAN: Say, what's the matter with you?

KENT: So, I was right!

BATMAN: What do you mean? Take your hands off me, Kent!


KENT: First I thought you were acting this way because you were afraid of Jones,

the man who said he knew Batman's real identity. But now I think I've got

this situation figured out.

BATMAN: You amuse me, Kent. Keep on talking.

KENT: Later. Go on to your hotel. I'll be seeing you again, very soon. (fades

away)

SOUND: KENT WALKING AWAY

MUSIC:

SOUND: TRAFFIC

KENT: It's dark enough in this alley, so out of these clothes. I need Inspector

Henderson's help in a hurry. I can get back to Metropolis in two shakes as

SUPERMAN. THERE WE ARE. ALL SET NOW. UP AND AWAY!

SOUND: FLYING

MUSIC:

KENT: I tell you, Inspector, I know what I'm talking about. Either Batman is

mentally ill—Jones may have done something to him to effect his mind—or

else that man in the costume is not Batman!

HENDERSON: Not Batman? Why that's ridiculous, Kent!

KENT: I know it sounds fantastic, Inspector, because this fellow certainly looks

and talks exactly like Batman. But...well...I put him to a test.

HENDERSON: Yeah? What kind of a test?

KENT: There's a certain secret which only Batman and I know.

HENDERSON: Yeah?

KENT: That masked man doesn't know it!

HENDERSON: Hmm. What is the secret?

KENT: I can't tell you, but take my word for it, Inspector, the real Batman couldn't

possibly forget it! That is, unless he was mentally ill.

HENDERSON: I see.

KENT: Look, you have a record of Batman’s fingerprints, haven’t you?

HENDERSON: Certainly, certainly.

KENT: Fine. Now, this guy who says he's Batman is staying at the Willow Falls

Hotel tonight. That's only thirty miles away.

HENDERSON: Mm-hm.


KENT: So why don't you find some excuse for walking in on him and picking up

a sample of his fingerprints. Then you can check them with the prints in

your file.

HENDERSON: Well, I suppose I could do that.

KENT: Do it, Inspector! If the prints match we'll know he's the real Batman, but

he's mentally sick. And if they don't match...

HENDERSON: Oh, but it all seems ridiculous, Kent...

KENT: I know, but...

HENDERSON: How could a phony, clever as he may be, do such a perfect job of

impersonation that could fool even Robin?

KENT: I don't know. I've heard that everyone in the world is supposed to have a

double somewhere.

HENDERSON: Yeah, I've heard that too, but you can't...

KENT: Now this fellow could look enough like Batman naturally, not to need

much fixing…

HENDERSON: Yeah.

KENT: …and he could be trained to imitate his voice and manners and so forth...

HENDERSON: But who would go to all that trouble, and why?

KENT: Fanatics! And we're dealing with a bunch of Isolationist fanatics here.

Fanatics will go to any amount of trouble to gain there selfish ends. And

then there's another thing.

HENDERSON: What's that?

KENT: Br...Batman is a very rich man. If he were out of the way an impersonator

could make off with a fortune.

HENDERSON: Uh huh. Now that makes sense. Now maybe you've got

something, Kent.

KENT: You'll go through with the fingerprint test, Inspector?

HENDERSON: Well, I can only do it on one condition, Kent.

KENT: What's that?

HENDERSON: That somebody closely connected with Batman, in this case

Robin, makes an official complaint, including a statement of his belief that

the real Batman has met with foul play, and is now being impersonated.

KENT: Okay, Robin will do that! Come on, Inspector, we'll go out to his house

right now.


MUSIC:

KENT: Where's Robin, Alfred?

ALFRED: (Cockney British, old). I don't know, Mr. Kent, sir.

KENT: What?

ALFRED: He left about an hour ago, after receiving a phone call. In a jolly hurry

he was, too.

KENT: I don't like that.

HENDERSON: Where did he go, Alfred?

ALFRED: All he would tell me, Inspector, is that he was going to meet a man at

the waterfront, somewhere.

KENT: On the waterfront?!

ALFRED: Yes, sir, and the way he was gaily chirping, and singing, I'm rather sure

it was Batman who called him.

HENDERSON: Batman!

KENT: Did he say that?

ALFRED: No, sir, he wouldn't say, sir. But when I asked him if it was Batman he

was going to meet he simply winked and said, 'Mustn’t talk, Alfred.' But

everything's all right again now.'

KENT: That's funny. Batman is supposed to be in Willow Falls.

ALFRED: Willow Falls, sir?

KENT: Yes!

HENDERSON: Say, that's right, Kent. Why should he tell Robin to meet him on

the waterfront?

KENT: He wouldn't. Unless...

HENDERSON: Unless what?

KENT: Unless he is a phony as I suspect. Look, Inspector, you better get your

men to the waterfront to look for Robin.

HENDERSON: Right

KENT: I'm going back up to Willow Falls to shake the truth out of that fellow who

calls himself Batman. So long.

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: Racing outside the house, Kent pauses beside a dark hedge and

quickly resumes his true identity as Superman.


SUPERMAN: UP, UP AND AWAY!

SOUND: FLYING

NARRATOR: Then the man of steel leaps high into the starry sky and streaks

northward, bound for Willow falls and a shocking surprise.

When he arrives, Superman secretly resums his disguise of Clark Kent, mild-

mannered and bespectacled reporter, and as we join him now he is speaking

to the clerk in the Willow Falls Hotel.

KENT: What room is Batman in, please?

CLERK: Batman is not here, sir. He checked out.

KENT: Checked out? When?

CLERK: Oh, about a half hour ago, I'd say.

KENT: Where did he go, do you know?

CLERK: No sir, I don't know. As a matter of fact I did ask him. You see, I wasn't

able to hear him speak tonight, and since I'm off duty tomorrow I was

hoping I might hear him, if he was speaking somewhere nearby.

KENT: Well, what did he say?

CLERK: He said he'd been called away on important business, and I...well, he

wouldn't be making any more speeches for a while.

KENT: Hmm. Did he leave a forwarding address?

CLERK: No, sir, no sir, he didn't.

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: Dismayed, Clark Kent who is Superman stands in the small hotel

lobby and feels utterly helpless as the true state of affairs becomes crystal

clear in his mind.

KENT: (thinking) Of course, I might have known this would happen. He is a

phony. Now he's got rid of Robin and gone into hiding. Now what do I do.

How can I find them?

NARRATOR: Is Superman right in believing that the man who reappeared in

Metropolis yesterday is not the real Batman, but a clever and villainous

impersonator? If so, WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THE REAL BATMAN,

AND TO ROBIN? WE'LL LEARN THE ANSWERS TO SOME OF

THESE QUESTIONS in TOMORROW'S spine tingling episode, fellows

and girls. So be sure to listen. Tune in same time, same station, for Chapter

6 of Batman's Great Mystery on the adventures of Superman.

MUSIC:


ANNOUNCER: Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC

Comics Magazine, and is brought to you Monday through Friday.

CHAPTERS 8 & 9

ANNOUNCER: Faster than a speeding bullet…

SOUND: Gunshot and ricochet

ANNOUNCER: More powerful than a locomotive…

SOUND: Train and whistle

ANNOUNCER: … able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.

SOUND: Superman flying.

MAN#1: Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird!

MAN#2: It's a plane!

MAN#1: It's Superman!

MUSIC: Organ, continues under.

NARRATOR: Yes, it's Superman, strange visitor from the planet Krypton who

came to Earth with amazing physical powers far beyond those of mortal

men. And who, disguised as Clark Kent, mild mannered reporter for a great

metropolitan newspaper, wages a never ending battle for truth and justice.

MUSIC: Continues and ends

NARRATOR: Today, with Batman and Robin still missing, Superman in his guise

as Clark Kent, answers his telephone and receives spine tingling news.

ANDERS: (on the phone) Mr. Kent? This is Frank Anders of the Metropolis Trust

Company.

KENT: Oh, yes, Mr. Anders.

ANDERS: You asked me to call you if Batman came in?

KENT: Yes, I did. Has he come in?

ANDERS: Yes, he’s in our bank right now.

KENT: He is? Look, Mr. Anders. Hold him. Stall him somehow. Don’t tell him

anything, and don’t let him get away. I’ll be there in one minute flat!

MUSIC:

DAN: Can you remember as far back as this morning, gang, just after you finished

dressing for school and mother served up a delicious and nourishing

breakfast? Well there was lots of what it takes in that food to keep young


folks pepped up in high gear. Vitamins and calories essential to the

development of your mind and body. Now, do you recall that long about

lunch time you felt the driving need for more of the same? Well that’s

because you had used up all the energy contained in your breakfast. You

needed more. And mother saw to it that you got it. But in lots of homes in

Europe and Asia, war–ravaged parts of the world—,other boys and girls like

you, who also need vitamins and minerals to keep going, didn’t have them.

All they got to eat today was maybe a little thin soup and a crust of dry

bread. And it wasn’t because their mothers didn’t recognize their need and

wanted to fill it, it was because that’s all there was in the house. Now, how

far do you think you could go on food like that? How much running and

playing and school work do you think you could accomplish with so little

nourishment? Not much, believe me. You’d probably grow thin and weak

and listless, and so become subject to sickness and disease. Well that’s

exactly what’s happening to thousands and thousands of boys and girls all

over the world. All though no fault of their own, simply because they are

innocent victims of war. But something can be done to help them get the

proper kind of food necessary to help their strength, so that they too can

grow up to be useful citizens of the world. And you can help them. You,

the lucky boys and girls of America can help them by joining ―the Crusade

For Children‖—a nationwide organization of young people dedicated to

helping the less fortunate children overseas. Later, I’ll tell you more about

this wonderful opportunity you have to do something helpful. So stay with

us.

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: And now, ―The Adventures of Superman!‖

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: A mysterious man who calls himself Jones, and who is fanatically

opposed to our aiding the unfortunate peoples of Europe, developed a

vicious and cunning plot to further his selfish cause, and at the same time

enrich himself. Learning that the famous Batman was really the wealthy

Bruce Wayne, Jones persuaded Superman's friend to go away with him.

Then, Jones sent an impersonator to Metropolis, who, impersonating

Batman, made speeches against American aid to Europe and led Robin,

Batman's young companion, into an ambush. Then, chaining the dynamic

duo in an old Revolutionary prison barracks far upstate, Jones and the

impersonator return to Metropolis to take possession of Batman's large

fortune. Superman, who suspects the truth, has contacted all Metropolis

banks, and as we continue now, he has streaked to the Metropolis Trust


Company in response to a phone call. There, in his guise as reporter Clark

Kent, he hurries to the desk of Frank Anders, the bank's manager.

KENT: Hello, Mr. Anders. Where's Batman?

ANDERS: (a reedy, fussy voice) Hello, Mr. Kent.

KENT: Where's Batman, I don't see him?

ANDERS: Well, he's gone.

KENT: Gone! But you said...!

ANDERS: Yes, when he came up from the safety deposit vaults I tried to detain

him, but he said he was in a great hurry.

KENT: Where did he go? Which way?

ANDERS: Well, I... I...I don't know. He left just after I called you. With his

friend, eh… Mr. Jones.

KENT: Jones! Then it was Bru...I mean, Batman's impersonator, just as I thought.

ANDERS: Impersonator? What do you mean?

KENT: Look, Mr. Anders, please call Inspector Henderson and tell him the phony

Batman just left here.

ANDERS: But...I...I...I don't understand.

KENT: Please do as I say. Right away! I'll explain later.

MUSIC:

KENT: This alley is deserted. So out of these clothes. This is a job for

SUPERMAN. AND A TOUGH JOB. THE PHONY BATMAN AND

JONES COULD HAVE TAKEN A SUBWAY OR A BUS OR A TAXI OR

GOT AWAY IN THEIR OWN CAR. HOWEVER THEY'VE GONE I

MUST FIND THEM. THERE WE ARE. ALL SET. UP, UP AND

AWAY.

SOUND: FLYING

MUSIC:

LOIS: Yes, Inspector. I'll tell him as soon as he comes in. No, I have no idea

where he is. Right, goodbye.

SOUND: REPLACES RECEIVER

SOUND: DOOR OPENS AND CLOSE

LOIS: Oh, Clark! Where have you been?

KENT: Where haven't I been, Lois. Listen, has there been any word from

Inspector Henderson?


LOIS: Yes, he just called.

KENT: Did he pick up the phony Batman?

LOIS: No, he's still looking. But there...

KENT: Oh, I was afraid of that. I couldn't find him either There were too many

ways he could escape. Subway, bus, taxi, private car.

LOIS: Why are you so sure it was the phony Batman who came to the bank,

Clark?

KENT: Because that Jones character was with him!

LOIS: He was?

KENT: Sure! They forged Batman's signature, opened his safe deposit boxes and

took his whole fortune.

LOIS: Good heavens!

KENT: Now I'm sure we'll never see the real Batman and Robin again because

Jones can't let them live, now.

LOIS: Oh, Clark, what do we do?

KENT: I don't know, Lois. I don't know. Look, how about the recording of Jones'

voice? Any luck with that?

LOIS: No, not yet.

KENT: Oh, that's bad.

LOIS: The Daily Planet radio station has been broadcasting the record every hour,

and repeating our offer of ten thousand dollars for anyone who can identify

Jones' voice and tell us who he really is.

KENT: Still no takers?

LOIS: No, not a single one. I've checked with the other stations all over the

country who have been playing the recording too.

KENT: No soap there, either?

LOIS: Just several false leads. Jones has been identified as a famous movie actor,

a cabinet official, a general, a champion prizefighter, you know.

KENT: Uh, huh.

LOIS: But I guess we have to expect those things.

KENT: Yes, I know we do. But I was hoping someone would identify him

correctly because it's obvious from the way he works that he's no smalltime

operator. Lots of people must know him.

LOIS: But then I'm sure someone will definitely identify him soon, Clark.


KENT: They'd better hurry, Lois. Otherwise I'm afraid we've seen the last of

Batman and Robin.

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: As the afternoon darkens towards evening Clark Kent and Lois

Lane continue to wait anxiously for someone to identify the mysterious and

evil Mr. Jones, Batman and Robin in their ancient prison barracks have been

trying desperately to free themselves from the heavy rusted shackles. In the

long, low dimly lit room, where their ankles are chained to iron staples

embedded in the wall beams, the dynamic duo have been bracing their feet

against the wall, then throwing themselves back violently against their

chains, hoping to snap them, or to pull the heavy staples from the beams.

Each time they lock their teeth tightly to keep from crying out as the cruel

chains cut into the flesh of their ankles.

SOUND: STRUGGLING AGAINST CHAINS

ROBIN: Ow...it's no use Batman, these chains won't break and (straining)

oh...these staples won't come out.

BATMAN: (strugging) Afraid you're right, Robin. Whew! My leg is as raw as

fresh beef.

ROBIN: So's mine. What are we going to do, Batman? Jones and his phony

Batman will be back soon with your bankroll, and you know what happens

then.

BATMAN: All I know is what Jones said will happen.

ROBIN: That's bad because he wasn't kidding.

BATMAN: I know, but take it easy, chum. We're not cooked geese yet.

ROBIN: Maybe not yet, we're all trussed up and ready for the oven, though. Oh,

boy, I never thought we'd go out this way, chained up like a couple of dogs.

BATMAN: Look, cut it out, will ya? I said we're not finished yet.

ROBIN: You wanna bet?

BATMAN: Well, not too much, but a small wager, maybe.

ROBIN: Stop trying to cheer me up, pappy. You know as well I do that we're

done for, unless our fairy godmother sneaks a cake in here with a nice big

file inside.

BATMAN: Yeah. How I'd love to have a nice big file right now.

ROBIN: I wouldn't even mind seeing a cake. Exercising with those chains works

up an appetite.

BATMAN: Remind me of that later. I'll run out and buy you a steak.


ROBIN: Hey, when is the last time you ate, Batman?

BATMAN: Yester...Holy smokes!

ROBIN: Hey, never shout like that at a man when he's hungry.

BATMAN: Cut the comedy, Robin. I just thought of something.

ROBIN: A way to get out of here, I hope.

BATMAN: Nothing else but. Your talking about food gave me an idea.

ROBIN: Go on, spill it. I'm all ears.

BATMAN: Up until today when they brought you in I've been fed fairly regularly

by two of Jones playmates. Ugly gorillas with guns who’ve been bringing

me a tray. One of them would keep me covered while the other one set the

tray down where I could reach it. You get the picture?

ROBIN: Sure, but what are you driving at?

BATMAN: Well, there are two of us here now, see? So if we can get the gorillas

to bring us some food before Jones comes back, and coax them within reach

of our chains...

ROBIN: Ah, we grab them, give 'em a quick going over and suggest they remove

are leg braces.

BATMAN: Surprising how quickly you catch on, son. C'mon, let's yell and see if

we can raise the chef.

ROBIN: Hey, fellow... Where's the waiter with the water for my daughter?

BATMAN: Waiter!

ROBIN: Hey.

BATMAN: Sheriff! Somebody!

ROBIN: Come on!

THUG: (from other room) Shaddup! Whaddyou guys want?

BATMAN: We want something to eat!

ROBIN: Yeah, we're starving. How about a ham sandwich a piece, buddy.

THUG: Forget it. Mr. Jones didn't say nuthin' about feedin' ya.

BATMAN: Look, you've been bringing me food every day haven't you?

THUG: Well, yeah, but Mr. Jones said...

BATMAN: Well, he must have forgotten to tell ya. So be a good guy, will ya, and

bring us something to eat. Anything.

THUG: Well…


ROBIN: Even a glass of water will do. Just a glass of water.

THUG: Well, I guess I can do that.

ROBIN: Attaboy.

SOUND: CAR DRAWING UP

THUG: Hey, waitaminnit. Car just pulled up. Must be Mr. Jones now.

ROBIN: Oh, what a break.

BATMAN: Never mind him. Bring us the water. Hurry!

THUG: Wait'll I see. Yeah, it is Mr. Jones. I'll ask him about something for you

guys.

BATMAN: (Low voice) Oh, I'll know what Jones will say.

ROBIN: (Low voice) Yeah, he'll say it with a bullet. Well, I guess it was a good

idea, Batman.

BATMAN: Yes, Robin, it was. But it came a little too late. And there goes our

last chance.

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: Their last hope gone, Batman and Robin wait for the arrival of Mr.

Jones. We’ll be back in a moment for more of today’s episode, so… KEEP

LISTENING!

MUSIC:

DAN: Gang, have you ever seen a traffic accident? It’s not a very pretty sight.

First you see a crowd of people standing around, gaping at something. A

policeman is usually standing there talking to a frightened man—the driver

of a car. You see a man bending over something on the ground, and realize

with a shock that the man is a doctor, that he is attending a boy who is lying

motionless in the street. You hear people talking about the accident. And

almost every time, the story is the same—the motorist couldn’t stop because

the boy had dashed blindly out into the street to retrieve a wildly tossed ball.

Now, that accident, like most, could have been prevented very easily. First,

there’s never that much rush to get a ball. Second, the boy should have

stopped and looked before running out into the street. Now let’s look at the

problem from the point of view of the driver of the car. He must be alert at

all times to avoid such dangers as other cars, pedestrians, and dogs. Not

only that, but he has to see these dangers a good distance off. Because a car

with good brakes going forty miles an hour takes one hundred twenty feet to

stop. And being hit by a car at sixty miles an hour is like falling ten stories

onto the pavement. Now, how can you prevent such accidents? There are

several ways. In the first place, don’t play on or near the street. Second, and


this is the most important, stop and look both directions before going into

the street. Third, when walking, stay on the sidewalk. If there is no

sidewalk, walk on the side of the road to your left, facing the oncoming cars.

Remember, if you use your head, you can avoid all kinds of accidents.

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: And now, back to ―The Adventures of Superman!‖

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: As Batman and Robin in the prison barracks upstate see Mr. Jones

enter the room in which they are chained, Lois Lane in Metropolis has just

rushed in to Clark Kent's office at the Daily Planet.

LOIS: Clark! Oh, Clark, hurry!

KENT: What's the matter, Lois? What's up?

LOIS: They just called down from our radio station to say that a man showed up

there who says he knows who Mr. Jones is!

KENT: No kidding!

LOIS: Yes, he's upstairs now, waiting for us. Hurry, Clark, he may really know

(fade out)...

KENT: Out of my way, Lois, I'm practically up there now!

NARRATOR: Racing past Lois Lane like an arrow shot from a bow, Clark Kent

sprints through the city room into the corridor and then, out of sight, leaves

his feet and zooms up the eight flights of steps to the Planet radio studio in

one great bound, as only Superman can.

SOUND: SUPERMAN FLYING

NARRATOR: Does the unknown man in the radio studio really know who the

mysterious Mr. Jones is, or is this another false lead? And if he does know,

can he direct Clark Kent who is Superman, to the upstate prison barracks in

time to save the lives of Batman and Robin? At the station, Kent is directed

to the managers office where a middle aged weather beaten man with

shrewd, faded blue eyes sits on the edge of a chair, a battered old hat on his

knees.

KENT: Hello, my name is Kent. Clark Kent.

HEMPLE: How do you do. Mine's Hemple. William Hemple.

KENT: Mr. Hemple, I understand you can identify the man who's voice we've

been broadcasting.

HEMPLE: Yep.


KENT: Fine! Who is he?

HEMPLE: Not so fast, young man.

KENT: What?

HEMPLE: Fellow said on the radio I get ten thousand dollars if I tell you who

belongs to that voice.

KENT: That's right.

HEMPLE: So, I ain't sayin' nuthin til I see the money.

KENT: But you'll get the money, Mr. Hemple. After all the offer is made by the

Daily Planet, the largest newspaper in Metropolis, and we'll pay off. Just tell

me who owns that voice so I can go after him! There are two lives at stake,

and we...

HEMPLE: Well, maybe so, but I want to see that money.

KENT: No maybes about it, believe me! Now if you really know whose voice

that is on the recording, in the name of heaven tell me!

HEMPLE: Like I said before, young fella, I'll tell ya when I see the ten thousand

dollars.

KENT: But great Scott! I told you...

HEMPLE: Won't do you no good to get hot under the collar, neither. I know my

rights.

KENT: All right, all right. You stay right here. I'll go down to the cashier and

have a check drawn.

MUSIC:

SOUND: CLOSE OF DOOR

KENT: Okay, Mr. Hemple, here's the check, drawn to your order.

HEMPLE: Fine, let's have it.

KENT: No. No. No. I'll hold it, if you don't mind, until you've identified the

voice. If you can.

MUSIC: I can. Fellow owns that voice is Mort Veeler. Now give me the check.

KENT: Just a minute. Who's Mort Veeler?

HEMPLE: Fellow rides around out in the country, making speeches agin' what he

calls foreigners and sayin' for us not to send no help to the starvin' folks in

Europe.

KENT: Great Scott. I think you've hit it. That's the man I heard once way up in

Maine. Yes, now I recall, it is his voice on the recording!


HEMPLE: Sure it is. Give me my check.

KENT: Here you are, Mr. Hemple.

HEMPLE: Much obliged. Heh, heh, heh. Easiest money I ever made in my life.

KENT: Wait a minute! Tell me, do you know where this Mort Veeler is now?

HEMPLE: Didn't say on the radio I had to say that.

KENT: You don't, but I've got to find this man quickly, because he's holding a

man and a boy prisoners. As a matter of fact, it may already be too late to

save their lives.

HEMPLE: Is that a fact?

KENT: Yes. If you could help me find this Veeler quickly...

HEMPLE: Say, maybe I can at that.

KENT: You do know where he is?

HEMPLE: Don't know for sure. But this Veeler, he's got some kind of society.

KENT: Yes?

HEMPLE: Calls it the...No help for Europe...or .Nuthin for Foreigners. I don't

recollect just exactly what.

KENT: It's important. Try to remember, please!

HEMPLE: Can't seem to...never paid no 'tention comin' I don't hold with fellows

like him, always trying to stir up bad feelin's. No good.

KENT: That's right. Now if you can remember the name of his outfit I can trace

him and...

HEMPLE: Well, I can't. Come to think of it, though, the name and the address

too are on his envelopes.

KENT: Oh?

HEMPLE: The ones he sends out asking for contributions.

KENT: Wonderful, do you have one of them?

HEMPLE: Ayuh. Seems to me I should have. Always keep envelopes to figure

my taxes on. Saves buying paper.

KENT: Good, can you let me have one of them right away?

HEMPLE: Well, they're at home. Up on the farm. It's just below Mayfield about

90 miles up state.

KENT: Only 90 miles? We can be there in a minute or two. Come on, Mr.

Hemple!


HEMPLE: Be there in a minute or two! Do you know what you're sayin', young

fella?

KENT: Huh? Oh, well I...I... that is, look, Mr. Hemple, you...you've heard of

Superman, haven't you?

HEMPLE: Yep. Shore have.

KENT: Well, he's a friend of the people whom Mort Veeler abducted.

HEMPLE: Yeah?

KENT: And he's here in this building right now.

HEMPLE: Yeah? Where? You're joking.

KENT: No I'm not! You wait right here. (leaving) I'll see that Superman joins

you in a few second.

MUSIC: DOOR OPENS

SUPERMAN: Hello, Mr. Hemple.

HEMPLE: Heavens! Who be you?

SOUND: DOOR CLOSE

SUPERMAN: I'm superman. Are you ready for a quick trip up to your farm?

HEMPLE: My farm...you really Superman.

SUPERMAN: I certainly am. Just open this window.

SOUND: WINDOW SLIDES UP.

HEMPLE: Well, I'll be.

SUPERMAN: There we are, now, up with you, Mr. Hemple.

HEMPLE: Hey, hey! Wait, wait. Put me down! What'chyou aimin to do?

SUPERMAN: Give you the ride of your life, old timer. Now don't be frightened.

Up, up, and away.

SOUND: FLYING

MUSIC:

SOUND: Rustling through drawers and papers.

SUPERMAN: Have you found that envelope yet, Mr. Hemple?

HEMPLE: Nope, can't seem to lay my hands on them Mort Veeler things,

Superman. Must have thrown them away.

SUPERMAN: But you said they were here in your house!

HEMPLE: They was, I know, cuz I've been scribblin' on 'em.


SUPERMAN: I'll help you look. We must find them, Mr. Hemple, we must!

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: As Superman and farmer Hemple search for the envelopes bearing

Mort Veeler's address, Veeler himself in his alias of Mr. Jones, stands in the

ancient prison block where Batman and Robin are chained by leg shackles to

the wall. Pointing a revolver at them, he smiles, sardonically.

JONES: Once again, gentlemen, I'll ask you, any last requests?

BATMAN: Yes, Jones, I have.

JONES: Really? What is it, Batman?

BATMAN: I'd, I'd like a last cigarette.

ROBIN: Cigarette?

JONES: Since when do you smoke, Batman?

BATMAN: Well I don't, much, but when I’m in a tight spot I sort of like a

cigarette.

JONES: You do, eh? Well, I don't know.

BATMAN: Now, look, Jones, you took my name, my fortune, and now you're

going to take my life. A last cigarette isn't too much to ask in return, is it?

JONES: (Chuckles.) Well. Under the circumstances I think that yes you are

entitled to a last cigarette.

BATMAN: Thanks. Would you give me one, please?

JONES: I have none, because I only smoke cigars, but I know some of the boys

have cigarettes. I'll send one in and I'll give you ten minutes to enjoy it.

Then...well, you know what happens then.

BATMAN: Yes. Yes, I know.

JONES: I'll see you both again in exactly ten minutes.

SOUND: DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

ROBIN: Look Batman, what's the idea of asking for a cigarette? You never

smoke.

BATMAN: Wake up, Robin. Jones said he's going to send someone in here, didn't

he?

ROBIN: Yeah. So what?

BATMAN: So we're going to make a last stab for our lives, that's what.

ROBIN: How? What good is...?


BATMAN: I'm going to try to coax Jones' playmate close enough for us to grab

him. Then I'll take his gun and shoot our chains off and then...

ROBIN: And then we go to town! Oh, boy, Batman!

BATMAN: Quiet! Quiet! Don't let him hear you. This is a long chance and...sh,

get ready, .here comes somebody.

SOUND: DOOR OPENS

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: Straining tensely against their chains, Batman and Robin tense

their muscles as a burly unshaven giant of a man approaches, a package of

cigarettes in a huge, hamlike hand.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

ROBIN: Hey, he's pretty big, Batman.

BATMAN: The bigger they are, Robin, the harder they fall. Now get set. You got

a cigarette for my, buddy?

CIGARETTE MAN: (from the other side of the room) Yeah. Here's one. Catch.

BATMAN: Thanks. Match?

CIGARETTE MAN: I'll throw you a pack. Here.

SOUND OF PACKET HITTING FLOOR

BATMAN: Shucks. I missed it.

ROBIN: Butterfingers.

BATMAN: Uh...look, I can't quite reach the matches, buddy. Would you mind

picking them up for me, please?

CIGARETTE MAN: Okay.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.

BATMAN: Now, Robin.

ROBIN: Come to poppa!

SOUND: CHAINS CLINKING AND STRUGGLE

BATMAN: I've got my hand over his mouth.

ROBIN: I've got his feet. Put him to sleep, Batman!

BATMAN: Good idea.

SOUND: HITTING

BATMAN: 'Good night, sweetheart. There, that does it.


ROBIN: But good, pappy.

BATMAN: Quick, now help me go through his pockets for his gun.

ROBIN: Check. Hey, I can't find a gun.

BATMAN: Neither can I.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS ENTER

JONES: What's going on in here?

ROBIN: Uh-oh. It's Jonesy. What do we do?

BATMAN: Well...there's nothing we can do now, Robin, this is it.

JONES: What are you two up to, eh?

ROBIN: Don't mind us, Jonesy. We're just playing pattycake with your gorilla.

JONES: Really? Well, you won't play anymore games, because I'm going to take

care of both, right now.

ROBIN: (overlapping) Here he comes, Batman

BATMAN: Quick, Robin, drop to the floor behind Jones' pal.

ROBIN: RATTLE OF CHAINS

ROBIN: What gives, Batman?

JONES: Hey, what are you two up to now?

BATMAN: Drop your gun, Jones, I've got you covered.

ROBIN: Holy smokes!

JONES: What? Don't make me laugh, Batman.

BATMAN: This is no joke. I've got your gorilla's gun!

ROBIN: What a bluff!

JONES: What?

BATMAN: You heard me, Jones. Now drop your gun, or I’ll shoot.

JONES: Help!

SOUND: JONES RUNNING AWAY

JONES: Ed, Jerry, Harry!

BATMAN: Stop, Jones, stop or I'll shoot!

JONES: Help!

SOUND:

ROBIN: He's gone, Batman! He fell for the old shell game!


BATMAN: Sure, he's yellow. I never knew a rabble rouser that wasn't.

JONES: (overlapping from the next room) Hurry, boys! After them!

ROBIN: What do you think he'll do now?

BATMAN: He'll probably come back with reinforcements.

SOUND: DOOR OPENS

ROBIN: Here he comes!

BATMAN: Stand back! The first guy who pokes his head in here gets a bullet in

his head.

SOUND: DOOR SLAMS

BATMAN: See that, Robin?

ROBIN: (Laughs) Yeah. They ducked back like rats in their holes. But now

what, Batman? We won't be able to fool them forever.

BATMAN: Yeah, I know. Up on your feet, chum. Come on.

SOUND: RATTLE OF CHAINS

ROBIN: What's the gimmick?

BATMAN: We're got to make another try to snap these chains.

ROBIN: Are you kidding? We've already tried for hours.

BATMAN: I know, but we've got to try again. Now, come on now. Put your foot

against the wall and then throw yourself backward.

ROBIN: Okay.

VARIOUS GRUNTS, GROANS AND CHAIN RATTLINGS

ROBIN: It's no use, Batman. They won't break.

BATMAN: I guess you're right, Robin. We're not getting any place.

ROBIN: I wonder what friend Jonesy is up to now.

BATMAN: Something rotten, you can bet your bottom dollar on that. (SNIFFS.)

Hey, wait, what's that.

SOUND: SOMETHING BURNING.

ROBIN: What?

BATMAN: Do you smell smoke?

ROBIN: (SNIFFS.) Gee whiz, yes!

BATMAN: Yeah, and now I hear something burning, too. Listen!

ROBIN: Holy smokes! This joint is on fire!


SOUND: POUNDING ON DOOR.

BATMAN: What's that?

JONES: (MUFFLED FROM BEHIND DOOR.) Batman and Robin! If it gets too

hot in there, call up the fire department! (laughing)

ROBIN: (COUGHING.) Batman! Jones set this place on fire, to finish us!

BATMAN: (COUGHING.) Right, Robin. Yes, it looks as if we've jumped right

out of the frying pan into the fire.

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: Coughing as the smoke begins to swirl through the long, low room,

Batman and Robin realize that their final desperate ruse has now also ended

in failure. Meanwhile, in the farm house of William Hemple, where papers

are strewn all over the floor, Superman and Hemple have been unable to

locate the envelopes bearing the name and address of Mort Veeler, alias Mr.

Jones.

SUPERMAN: You said you were sure those envelopes were here, Mr. Hemple.

HEMPLE: Well, they was, Superman. Like I told ya, Veeler sent 'em, asking for

contributions to his no good society.

SUPERMAN: Well then, where are they?

HEMPLE: Beats me. All I can think is maybe me or muh wife through 'em out.

SUPERMAN: Great scott, what'll i do? I've got to find Jones, i mean Veeler's

address, because i'm sure he's holding batman and robin someplace.

HEMPLE: Shore wish I could help ya, Superman.

SUPERMAN: Wait, Mr. Hemple. You say this man Veeler goes around the

countryside making speeches and trying to get support for his 'let Europe

starve' campaign.

HEMPLE: Yep. Then he sends letters to the people who heard him speak, asking

for money.

SUPERMAN: Well, if he's spoken around here and sent you letters, he must have

sent letters to some of your neighbors, too.

HEMPLE: Why, shore. I was speaking to Sam Hoffmeyer just the other day

about it. Sam says he got a letter, but he...

SUPERMAN: Where does Hoffmeyer live?

HEMPLE: His farm's just the other side of Mayfield, down the turnpike.

SUPERMAN: Good. I'll find him.


SOUND: OPENS WINDOW.

SUPERMAN: See you later, Mr. Hemple, and thanks. Up, up and away!

SOUND: FLYING

MUSIC:

SUPERMAN: Mr. Hemple says you got a letter from this man, Mort Veeler, too,

Mr. Hoffmeyer, asking you to contribute to his unamerican campaign.

HOFFMEYER: Yep, I did Superman...

SUPERMAN: Well tell me have you...

HOFFMEYER: But he won't get no money from me.

SUPERMAN: No. But...

HOFFMEYER: I always say we gotta help them poor folks over there.

SUPERMAN: Yes, yes, of course we do. But what, what about the letter? Do

you still have it?

HOFFMEYER: I ...let see here, I reckon so.

SUPERMAN: Will you show it to me, please? it will give me Veeler's address

and then i can...

HOFFMEYER: Now hold on...hold on...seems to me I seen it over here in the

fruit bowl.

SUPERMAN: Oh?

SOUND: RUSTLING THROUGH PAPERS

HOFFMEYER: Yeah, usually we keeps all letters and papers and things here.

SUPERMAN: Well, is it there?

HOFFMEYER: Nope, don't seem to be here now...

SUPERMAN: Uh oh, now how will i find Veeler?

HOFFMEYER: Wait a minute, wait a minute, I kinda recollect takin' it upstairs to

Sarah, the other day.

SUPERMAN: Sarah?

HOFFMEYER: Yeah, that's my wife. She's been ailin' some, so I took her up

whatever letters and papers was around for her to pass the time.

SUPERMAN: Yes, Yes. Will you please see if the letter's upstairs, Mr.

Hoffmeyer?

HOFFMEYER: Ayuh, I'll go right up now. You just wait here.

SUPERMAN: I will but hurry, please, every second counts.


MUSIC:

NARRATOR: Anxiously, Superman waits for Sam Hoffmeyer to seek out the

precious letter from rabble rouser Mort Veeler, alias Mr. Jones. Meanwhile,

the ancient prison barracks, set in a vast, desolate country side, is blazing

furiously, as Batman and Robin chained in the center of the burning

structure, are helpless. Outside the blazing wooden structure, a half dozen of

Mr. Jones' followers stand, watching in awe. While to one side, smiling

broadly, the rabble rouser stands with Ed, the man who was trained to

impersonate Batman.

JONES: Heh heh heh. Well, Ed, that's the end of Batman and Robin.

ED: It's a tough way to go, Mr. Veeler.

JONES: Eh? Feel sorry for them, do you?

ED: Well, kind of.

JONES: Well, you'll get over it when we start spending Batman's money. Heh

heh heh. Ed!?

ED: What's the matter?

JONES: Where are the suitcases?

ED: What suitcases?

JONES: The ones with Batman's money!

ED: Why, why I thought you brought them out!

JONES: I thought you did!

ED: Holy smokes!

JONES: Come on! We've got to get them!

ED: No, wait! We can't go back in there! The roof will go down any minute!

JONES: We've got to! There's over a million dollars worth of securities in those

suitcases. They'll be burned up!

ED: But we'll be killed! It isn't worth...

JONES: No, we won't! The suitcases are in the kitchen near the door. For

heaven's sake, come on! Hurry!

ED: Well, alright!

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: As Jones and Batman's impersonator rush into the rear of the

blazing barracks, risking their lives to rescue their stolen loot, there is a

rending crash, and the roof above them crashes down upon them.


SOUND: CRASH

SOUND: FLYING

NARRATOR: And at that moment, having finally learned the address of Jones'

headquarters, Superman streaks through the skies towards the burning

barracks, then plummets downward to land in the mass of the blazing,

collapsing wreckage where he finds Batman and Robin who lie unmoving.

SOUND: FLAMES

SOUND: SUPERMAN LANDS

SUPERMAN: Batman! Robin! Uh, oh! They're unconscious! That chain! Hey,

that roof's gonna fall in a second. I've got to rip these chains out of the wall,

like this!

SOUND: RIP OF CHAINS

SUPERMAN: There! Now I'll just wrap my cape around these two like this...

SOUND: FLAMES INCREASE

SUPERMAN: Uh oh, here comes that roof!

MUSIC:

SOUND: FLAMES CONTINUE

NARRATOR: Swiftly covering his unconscious friends with his brilliant red cape,

Superman stands above them, shielding them as the blazing roof plunges

down with a roar upon his head and shoulders.

SOUND: ROOF CRASHES

SUPERMAN: Now. UP, UP, AND AWAY!

SOUND: FLIES AWAY

MUSIC:

SUPERMAN: FLYING

NARRATOR: Unharmed, the man of steel shrugs the burning timbers from his

shoulders, and protecting the two limp figures in his arms, leaps from the

inferno high into the clear cool sky, looking like a gigantic phoenix, the

fabulous firebird.

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: Then surveying the awesome scene below for an instant, Superman

veers and streaks away to the south, bound for Metropolis.

SUPERMAN: AWAY!!!!!

SOUND: FLYING AWAY


MUSIC: NARRATOR: A short time later, in the house they occupy as Bruce

Wayne and Dick Grayson, Batman and Robin have been seen and

pronounced fit by their doctor. Now, after showers and a change into fresh

clothes, they're in their kitchen, with Superman, who has resumed his guise

of Clark Kent. Bruce is making a third round of sandwiches, and Dick is

pouring a second bottle of milk.

KENT: (Mouth full) Say, this is good eating. I must have been hungry.

WAYNE: Good, I'll fix some more sandwiches.

KENT: Mm-mm. (Swallowing) Don't make any more for me, Bruce, I'm full.

DICK: (Mouth full) Keep working, Bruce. I'll eat Mr. Kent's share.

WAYNE: Okay, Dick. If you can take it I can dish it up.

DICK: You keep dishing, chum, and I'll keep taking.

KENT: Where do you put it all, Dick?

DICK: I'm a growing boy, didn't you know? Or maybe the fire gave me an

appetite.

WAYNE: Don't remind me of that. For once I really thought we were done for.

DICK: Yeah, me too. And we would have been if not for Superman.

WAYNE: Hey, that reminds me, I didn't thank you, Clark.

KENT: Forget it, Bruce.

DICK: Huh, what are you thanking him for?

WAYNE: Why, because I...Why, that's a fine question to ask, Dick. Didn't Clark

find and identify that recording of Jones's voice I left behind?

DICK: Well, that's right, and then he turned over the info to Superman, huh?

WAYNE: That's about right. Eh, Clark?

KENT: Yeah, something like that. (Laughter.)

WAYNE: (Chuckling) Something...something like that's good.

DICK: What are you two laughing about?

WAYNE: Who, me?

DICK: Yes, you. There's something going on that I don't know about it. Now

what gives?

WAYNE: Well...

KENT: Maybe we'll tell you some time.

WAYNE: Yes, maybe.


DICK: Come on, tell me now.

WAYNE: No can do, sonny boy. So forget it. Now...

DICK: Maybe I can guess.

KENT: Don't bother, Dick.

WAYNE: Forget it, I said. Now, look Clark. Jones, Mort Veeler I mean, and my

impersonator are really done for, aren't they?

KENT: Yep, they'll never pull another rascally trick in this world, Bruce.

WAYNE: Well, I hate to say it, but they had it coming to them.

ROBIN: They sure did. They were not only thieves and murderers, but rabble

rousers who tried to turn people against each other, which is worse.

WAYNE: Yes, they were the worst kind of rabble rousers, Dick. You know,

Jones had a printing press in that old prison barracks, in which he used to

print antiracial pamphlets to mail out all over the country.

DICK: No kidding.

WAYNE: Sure.

KENT: Yeah, he was a nice guy, alright.

DICK: Say, that reminds me. Anybody got a newspaper?

KENT: Why?

DICK: I want to look at the want ads. With all our money burnt up in the fire

we'll have to get jobs.

KENT: You and Bruce have jobs, Dick. Your job is to bat against crooks and

rabble rousers.

DICK: Oh, we do that for free. And for fun. And I'm spoiled. I like to eat three

square meals a day.

KENT: Oh, ho. From what I've seen this evening you like to eat four or five.

WAYNE: Don't worry, Dick. You'll keep on eating. Clark tells me that Veeler

and my impersonator needn't have gone back into the fire for the securities

they stole from me because one of their men had brought the suitcases out.

DICK: Well, I'll be darned.

WAYNE: Pretty ironic, eh?

DICK: Yes, but good!

WAYNE: And when Superman went back there after bringing us here this

evening, he picked up our little nest egg and the followers of the late Mr.

Jones Veeler, who were starting for places unknown.


DICK: Well, isn't that nice. Ah, that Superman. You know, he's a lad after my

own heart.

WAYNE: And mine!

KENT: Holy Smokes!

WAYNE: What's the matter, Clark?

KENT: Oh, fine newspaper reporter I am! Here I've got a big scoop but instead of

rushing in to the Daily Planet I sit here idly playing tiddly winks with you

guys!

SOUND: WALKING AWAY

WAYNE: Hey, waitaminute...

KENT: Out of my way. I've got to fly.

SOUND: DOOR OPENS

KENT: And I do mean, fly. So long, chums.

ROBIN: So long, Mr. Kent, and thanks.

WAYNE: Yeah, thanks, and happy landings, Clark.

KENT: Call me anytime. (fading away) So long.

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: Hurrying from Batman and Robin's house, Clark Kent pauses in

the shadows to resume his true identity of Superman. Then...


NARRATOR: The man of steel takes again to the airways and streaks across the

tall skyscrapers and broad avenues of the city to the Daily Planet, where he

meets head on with a startling surprise. We’ll be back in a moment to find

out what it is, so… KEEP LISTENING!

MUSIC:

DAN: Gang, let me tell you once again that the biggest job you, the boys and girls

of America, can do today is to lend a helping hand to the less fortunate

children in Europe and Asia. Those innocent victims of the last war who

haven’t enough to eat. Helping those poor young people gives you an

opportunity to do something that’s really worthwhile—something that will

make you feel proud. Believe it or not, there are two hundred, thirty million

of those hungry children all over the world who look to you, the lucky boys

and girls of America, for a helping hand. They’re counting on you. Their

faith in you is their only hope for a future. Don’t let them down. They’ll

pay you back for acts of kindness all their lives with understanding


friendship—the kind of friendship that leads to world peace, and that is very

important. How can you help? By joining the ―Crusade for Children‖ in

your city. Members of ―The Crusade for Children‖ canvass their

neighborhoods for contributions. They give plays and parties to raise

money, and raise additional funds through the sale of cookies and candies

which they make themselves. They do lots of other things, too. All sorts of

things that will bring in money, which is then used to purchase healthful,

nourishing foods to be sent starving children overseas. It’s real good helpful

work, and it’s loads of fun, too. So don’t waste anymore time. Join the

―Crusade for Children‖ tomorrow. Find out from local service agencies if

there’s a chapter of ―Crusade for Children‖ in your city. If there isn’t one,

do something about it. Get your teacher or social service worker to help you

organize a chapter. Get your parents to give you a hand, and ask your

friends to join you in this very worthwhile activity. Remember what I said

before. There are two hundred, thirty million starving children in Europe

and Asia who are counting on you to help them grow up strong and healthy

with proper foods. Don’t let them down.

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: And now, back to ―The Adventures of Superman!‖

MUSIC:

SOUND: TYPING

NARRATOR: Back at the Metropolis Daily Planet in his disguise as Clark Kent,

mild mannered and bespectacled reporter, Superman typed the amazing

story of Mort Veeler and Batman and Robin. Then, ripping the last page of

the story from his typewriter, he strode to his office door and threw it open

on the bustling city room.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS, DOOR OPEN TO ROOM FULL OF COMMOTION

KENT: Copy! Copyboy!

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS SLOWLY APPROACHING

BEANY: Coming up, Mr. Kent.

KENT: Come on, Beany, come on, step on it!

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS QUICKEN

BEANY: Yes, sir! Got something hot, Mr. Kent?

KENT: I got a scoop for page one, that's all.

BEANY: A scoop, huh!


KENT: Yeah, but at the rate you're traveling it'll be ancient history by the time you

get it to the city editor's desk.

BEANY: Well, gosh...

KENT: Alright, never mind the conversation. Now here, Beany, take this to Mr.

Burroughs, and shift into high gear, will you please?

BEANY: Yes, sir. I'm on my way.

SOUND: Footsteps RUNNING

KENT: (laughing) Ah, what a kid. I wonder if he still plays euchre. Oh!

(Stretches) Whoo! What a day. Even I can stand a bit of relaxation right

now.

SOUND: TELEPHONE

KENT: Oh, and there's my phone. Now what.

SOUND: DOOR OPEN AND FOOTSTEPS

SOUND: PICK UP PHONE

KENT: Hello?

CANDY: Hello, Kent?

KENT: Yes. Who is this?

CANDY: This is Candy Myers.

KENT: Well, hello, Candy. Hey, how's the private detective business?

CANDY: It's running me into the ground, chum.

KENT: Oh ho.

CANDY: I need your help, but bad.

KENT: Oh, now look, what would a super sleuth need me for?

CANDY: Now, please, Kent, don't make with the quiz games.

KENT: Why, what's the matter?

CANDY: I wouldn't be calling you all the way from England just for a gag.

KENT: England?

CANDY: Yeah, London, England. And if you don't get here to give me a hand

soon, I'll be pushing up English daisies in a British potter's field.

KENT: Hey, sounds serious, Candy.

CANDY: It is serious. What's more, it's a terrific story for you.


KENT: Just tell me where I can find you, and I'll see you before you can say tea

and crumpets.

CANDY: I'm staying at the Three Georges hotel in London.

KENT: That's all I need to know, Candy. So long, I'll see you soon.

SOUND: PHONE HANGS UP

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: Replacing the phone, Clark Kent leaps across his office and turns

the lock on his door. Then strips off his business suit and spectacles is

revealed once more in the skin tight blue costume and crimson cape of

Superman.


SOUND: FLYING AWAY

MUSIC:

SOUND: FLYING CONTINUES

NARRATOR: Leaping high through his office window Superman veers to the

east and straightening out like a great red and blue arrow hurtles across the

city and out over the broad Atlantic ocean, bound for London, England and

Candy Myers.

MUSIC:

NARRATOR: What is the terrific story in which Superman's private detective

friend is involved, and in which he requires Superman's help? It is a terrific

story, fellows and girls, just as Candy promised. And we can promise you

that you'll be sitting on the edges of

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