The Super Delicious Cereal presents the adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Look, up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Yes, it's Superman, strange visitor from another planet who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men. Superman, defender of law and order. Champion of equal rights. Valiant, courageous fighter against the forces of hate and prejudice who today pulls Jim and Professor Twiddle out of one predicament only to land them in an equally serious one. We'll return to the scene in a moment. But first, let's lend an ear to our good friend, Dan McCullough. Nowadays, gang, the theme is hurry, hurry, hurry. See if you can be the first in your crowd to collect all 18 of these exciting comic letters from packages of Kellogg's Pep. Get your collection complete before I bring you some exciting news next week. 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The Sunshine Cereal, made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now, the adventures of Superman. In the underground city of the curious little moon dwellers, where Superman and Jimmy Olsen found Poco and Professor Twiddle, a new and terrible threat menaces our friends. Countless millions of primitive red ants, savage creatures who devour everything in their path, have attacked the city. For a brief time, they were stopped by the moat, a water-filled ditch surrounding the city, while Superman streaked away to the underground tunnels to battle the great hordes of approaching reinforcements. But the amazingly ingenious ants soon found another way to attain their objective. Swarming into the dwarfed red trees beyond the moat, they began to cut down leaves, which other ants transported to the moat. Then clouds of the creatures, each as long as a man's thumb and armed with long, razor-sharp jaws, climbed aboard the leaves and began to ferry themselves across the moat. As we continue now, Jimmy, Poco, and the Professor fearfully watched their approach. Listen. They'll be over here in a minute. And Superman is in the tunnel. What do we do, Professor? What do we do? Oh, well, it's me. It's misery. What can we do, young man? I say, what can we do? We've got to do something, Professor. You said ants eat everything. Yes, and eat everything. Bless my beard. These great primitive red ants can reduce a full-grown elephant to a skeleton before you can say Jack Roberts. Well, just don't stand there and tell me about it. Do something. For Pete's sake, do something. Yes, let me see. What do you suggest I do, young man? I don't know, but... Wait. I've got an idea. You have? Come on, both of you. Get busy. You've lost my beard. Why are you digging up the ground? Don't ask questions. Help me, will you? Hurry up. Dig with me. But why? What for? He's trying to burrow under the ground like the moon to let his future he won't be found. No, I... That's impossible. He has the corkscrew drilling a package for a nose. And anyway, the ants... Will you two stop talking and get to work? Dig up pieces of dirt, stones, anything. Hurry, will you? What for, Prater? What for? Can't you see? We can throw them at the leaves the ants are coming over on and sink them. Watch. I'll show you. Bless my beard. Oh, a couple of them are almost over on this side. Here goes. That takes care of one raft and now the other. Bless my beard. He's got two of the leaves and the creatures are drowning. Here comes another one. Hurrah. Hurrah. You saved the day. I wasn't saved yet. I'm out of ammunition. Hurry up. Get some earthen stones. Start digging. Oh, hurry, hurry. Carry, carry. You two keep digging. I'll try to hold them up. Getting ready to land, huh? This will stop you. Quiet, guys, huh? See how you like this. And this. Come on, Poco. Professor. More ammunition. Oh, dear. Here, here. That's a boy, Poco. Just in time. There you are. That's too long. Look at that. Look, really. Where? Over there. Oh, I see them. Bombs away. Ma'am. More. Yeah, but there are others coming over. Quick. Give me whatever you've dug, Professor. Dug? Oh, yes, yes, here. Now dig some more. Here goes. Here comes some more. Just about to reach the door. Okay, I'll get them, Poco. Can I have them soon? Under the grain, sir. Wonderful, young man. Wonderful. Here, there's more than anything. Hold it. I don't see any more leaves coming over. We've won. We've won. They're finished and done. Oh, don't kid yourself, Poco. Those ants haven't given up yet. Look across the moat. Look, my beard. They're preparing to launch more minions. Oh, woe is me. More misery. Come on. We've got to get busy and have lots of ammunition ready for them. Hurry, hurry. Sorry, sorry. Try to get big pieces of earth. Like this. You mean pieces of moon, young man. Yes, of moon. Oh, gosh. I wish Superman would get back. Those ants are too smart. Yes, indeed. There's one of the co-edients. I'm a hunter. It's amazing. You can tell us. You know young men? In their communities, there are ant farmers, and cows, and soldiers, and... Well, save the lecture for some other time. There's a... Here come the ants again. Now, oh, heavens. This time there are plenty of them. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty of them. Holy smokes. There are too many for me to handle along. Hey, you two will have to do some pitching, too. Come on. Pitch? Pitch? I... I don't know if I can't do them, then. Because I remember when I was a boy, I was a second baseman. Well, you'll pick her now, Professor. And you better be good, or it'll be too bad. That sentence doesn't make any sense to them. Here they come. Oh, quick, Professor. You stand a few yards down the bank. This. This. You stand over there, Poco. I hope she'll be Jim. But ask you, Jim. Thanks, Poco. Okay. They're close enough now. Let them have it, men. Good work, Professor. You fire him. Stink. Drown. Die, you sinners. You won't get up to be your dinners. Hello, boy, Poco. I'm going to sign you up for the Dodgers. Give it to him. I'll take another one. Keep pitching, Professor. Jim, old pal. You're going great. He's found the soldiers. Think about it. Oh, we're holding him off. Keep firing. Don't stop. No. No, don't stop. One of these times is your way of thinking. Oh, position. There's no enemy. Think some more, Poco. Hurry. Look, my beard. I've run out of ammunition, too. The answer positively swung toward my secretary. But they're swarming in here, too. Oh, bless my soul. Dig. Dig, dig. It's no use. The leaves are coming over by the hundreds now. What can we do? I'm afraid we can't do anything, Professor. I'm afraid we're lit. Finished. Washed up. Dismayed, Jimmy Olsen, Poco, and Professor Twiddle look on helplessly as hundreds of the small-leaf rats, each crowded with the savage red ants, move swiftly across the moot. We'll return in a moment for the dramatic climax of today's episode. But first, here again, is your announcement. You know, every stout-hearted fellow or girl wants to help when there's trouble and unhappiness around. For instance, when you hear about boys and girls, just like you in countries where there isn't enough to eat or enough clothes to wear, or when you think about our own servicemen and veterans in hospitals here at home, well, you want to do something to help. And you can, too. In fact, a lot of you have been helping right along as members of the Junior Red Cross. Yes, sir. Everybody knows that the Junior Red Cross has done a wonderful job making comfort articles for hospital patients and serving as nurses' aides and making up gift boxes for children overseas, doing dozens of important and constructive jobs. And everybody wants the Junior Red Cross to keep right on in its swell work. So don't let up for a single minute. First of all, be an active member of the Junior Red Cross and give to the 1946 Red Cross Drive. Now, back to the adventures of Superman. After fighting off swarms of leaf rafts carrying clusters of savage red ants across the water-filled moat, Jimmy Olsen, Poco, and Professor Twiddle realized the ingenious creatures had again outwitted them by launching hundreds of the rafts along the entire length of the moat. Well, the three of us can't possibly defend this whole side of the moat. We're done for. Oh, no, no. Say not, sir. I'm afraid, Jimmy's right, Poco. In a moment, the creatures will be swarming ashore. Oh, bless my beard. What's that? Oh, a blind creature in red and blue. Oh, James, my friend, can't it be true? You bet it's true. It's Superman. He got here just in time. Look at him way through the moat. He's sinking all around. That's nice, oh, he is. Oh, quick dismay, oh, fabulous night. This is a moment of delight. Oh, you said it, Poco. Oh, boy, oh, boy, we're saved. We're saved. You didn't get here a minute too soon, Superman. Thank you, sir. Thank you, thank you. Just a moment, just a moment. We're not out of the woods yet. Oh, sure we are. You sank all of the leaves. I know, but... Well, bless my dear, you'll sink them too. I'm afraid not. Huh? What do you mean? Just this, Jim. This underground city is several miles in circumference, and the moat extends all around it. Oh, sure, I know, but... The ants are massed by the millions all around the moat, and they're preparing to launch those leaves from everywhere. Everywhere? Yes, from everywhere, Professor. From every inch of the miles around this moat. And I can't possibly be everywhere at once. Some of the leaves are bound to get across. And you know what that means. I certainly do. Bless my leaves. We haven't time to bless your beard now. There's only one thing to do. What? We've got to get you all up to the surface of the moon. Where are all the moon dwellers, Poco? All around, hiding in the ground. Get them out. Jim, Professor, get under my cape. I'm going to blast the way up to the surface, and I'll be back for Poco and the moon dwellers. Hurry now, under my cape. Okay. Come on, Professor. She looks like I'd be in hell. Don't stop to ask questions. Poco, get those moon dwellers up. Up with you. Up with you. Out of the ground. Up with you, all of you. Gather around. Hang on, Jim. Professor, here we go. Up. There. We're on the surface. It's dark. Yes. Night must have fallen. Oh, gosh. It's cold. I can't stand it. Bless my ears. It must be 200 degrees below zero. All right, Scott. It does get that cold in the moon at night. Neither of you can stay alive up here. But you can't stay alive under the surface either because of the ants. What can I do? Great God. What can I do? Trapped by the unbearable cold on the bleak surface of the moon and by the murderous red ants below, Superman is stymied. How can he save Jim, Poco, and the professor? Seconds count. And the man of steel's mind races furiously, seeking a solution. There are thrills and more thrills tomorrow, fellows and girls. So be sure to listen. Tune in. Same time. Same station. For the adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Big tall buildings at a single bound. Up in the sky. It's a bird. It's plane. It's Superman. Fellows and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman. Brought to you every day, Monday through Friday. Same time. Same station. By the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature, appearing in Superman DC Publications. Say, gang, you'll get a bang out of this. Kellogg's Variety is back. That's the grand ten package assortment of six swell Kellogg's cereals. Makes breakfast more fun than a picnic. Makes it easy for Mom, too. No dishes to wash, thanks to the new Kell Bowl Pack. You can eat right out of it. 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