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! Kellogg's Pep, P-E-P Pep, Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine serial presents The Adventures of Superman. Today, Superman and Batman, continuing their efforts to find young Dick Grayson, are stopped dead in their tracks by a shocking discovery. Hello there, gang. This is your pal Dan McCullough. You know, you'd have a hard time hunting up prizes that are as much fun to collect as the prizes and packages of Kellogg's Pep. Mind you, not just one kind of prize, but three different kinds, one or the other in each package of Pep you open. And are all three kinds fun to collect? Take, for instance, those bright-colored comic buttons, each picturing a favorite comic strip character. Boy, will you look slick with all 18 of them pinned on your jacket or your beanie cap. Or, uh, take that snappy series of seven Pep model planes, made of colored cardboard and a cinch to put together. Or those 24 full-color bird pictures, each with a full description on the reverse side, helping make you a mighty wise bird yourself. You'll find one or the other of these three kinds of prizes in every package of Pep. Forty-nine different prizes in all that you can get. And while you're collecting them, you'll be enjoying just about the slickest, keenest-tasting dish ever. Yes, sir, those crisp golden flakes of Pep sure do let loose with a flavor. I mean, Pep makes breakfast a terrific affair. So, ask Mom to get you Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal, and look for your prize inside the package. Now, the adventures of Superman. Because he was in line to inherit a large fortune if anything happens to Batman's young companion, Robin, a man named Marsh plotted to do away with the youngster. Knowing that a convict named Eric Larson had a bitter grudge against Robin, Marsh arranged his escape from prison. Then, after Larson had abducted Robin, Marsh shot the convict and proceeded to put Robin out of the way himself, planning to report to the police that he had arrived too late to save the boy, but just in time to prevent Larson's escape. Meanwhile, believing that a circus clown named Freddy Ellis could help locate Larson, Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne traced him to a chicken ranch in California. And as we continue now in the kitchen of the ranch house, the frightened little clown has promised to tell all he knows. Listen. A month ago, when the circus was in Metropolis, a man came to see me after the performance. He said his name was Marshall. Marshall? Yeah, that's right, Mr. Kent. He was a slender man with a slight British accent. Rather dark, with a little mustache. I'd never seen him before, so I was kind of surprised when he walked into my dressing tent. You're Freddy Ellis the Clown, aren't you? Yeah, that's right, sir. I enjoyed your act very much. Thank you. We aim to please. Yes, sir. Say, you clown chaps have to work pretty hard, don't you? Two shows a day and always on the move. It's no picnic and you don't make a fortune either, chum. But why bring that up? Are you the inquiring reporter? No, I, um... Look, can you use $2,000, Ellis? Can I use two... Will you mention that figure again? $2,000. $2,000? Do I have to murder anybody? Good heavens, no. I just want you to perform a slight service for a friend. A slight service for a friend? Right-o. For which I will pay you $2,000. Oh, what lovely music you make, sir. Look, there's a quiet restaurant nearby. Shall we retire there and continue this feud? See, Mr. Kenton, Mr. Wayne, I was, well, rather broke at the moment, as I usually am, and this gentleman's offer interested me. Of course, I had no intention of going through with it if there was anything dishonest about it, you understand. I'm sure you didn't. Oh, of course. Go on, Mr. Ellis. What happened then? Well, we went to the restaurant and found a quiet booth, and there, this gentleman who had introduced himself to me as Mr. Marshall took up from where he left off in my dressing room. Now, this is all you have to do, Ellis. The next time you go up to state prison to visit Eric Larson... Huh? Look, how did you know I... How did I know you visited Eric Larson? Yes. I happen to know a great deal about this circus, and about Larson, and about you too, Ellis. Yes, I know you do visit him, and that's all I care about. Because the next time you go up there, I want you to bring him something. Yeah? Like what? Look. I'm looking. All I see is your cigarette, so what? This isn't just a cigarette, Ellis. No? Well, it sure looks like one. Yes, but instead of tobacco, there's a sealed message rolled inside of it. A message? Right. Information which Larson wants. No kidding. Yes. Now, all you have to do is slip this to him, and I'll pay you $2,000. Just for that? Hey, what's the information in that thing? That is none of your business. Well, what do you say? Oh, I don't know. I might get in trouble. Why should you? You have this phony cigarette and a regular pack. When you sit down across from Larson, you take out your cigarettes, remove this one, and slip it to him through the screen. Oh, it sounds easy enough. Of course it is. I'll pay you $1,000 now. When you deliver this message, I'll pay you the other $1,000. Well? Okay, I'll do it. Good. I have the first $1,000 right here. And it gave me $1,000 and the phony cigarette. A couple of days later, it was a Friday. I went up to state prison and slipped the thing to Larson. But I didn't know it was poison. Honest, I didn't. It really wasn't poison. Oh, it must have been because the very next day, Larson died. He didn't die. He only appeared to. What? There was an oriental drug in that fake cigarette which simulated death. Caused suspended animation in Larson so that even the doctor was fooled. You mean Larson is really alive like the radio and papers have been saying? Whom do you think you're kidding, Ellis? Well, what do you mean, Mr. Wayne? You know all about it. And you know where Larson and Rob, I mean Dick Grayson are. Look, no, I swear I don't. I don't believe you. Now talk or buy him. Wait a minute, wait a minute, Bruce. Wait, take it easy. I think he's telling the truth. I don't. Well, I'll tell you why I think you're wrong later. Look, Ellis, where can we find this fellow Marshal? I don't know, Mr. Kent. Well, you said Marshal was to give you the other $1,000 when you did the job. How were you supposed to contact him? Oh, I was to phone him at the Metropolis Hotel and leave a message for him to call me. All right, well, did you do that? Yes, and he came to see me and paid me the other $1,000. That was right after I got back from prison. Okay, we'll take it from there. Come on, Bruce. Oh, wait a minute, Clark. Don't waste time arguing. Come on with me. We've got to shoot back to Metropolis in a hurry. We did have a Mr. Marshal staying with us for a short time, but he checked out of the hotel yesterday. Uh-oh. Did he leave a forwarding address? Well, no, he didn't, Mr. Kent. He said he wasn't expecting any messages or mail. Where was he registered from? Uh, here's his card. You can see for yourself. He's from London, England. Hmm. No street address. No. Anyhow, we haven't got time to go looking all over London for him, Clark. Besides, we don't know that he went back there. Or that he actually came from there, Bruce. Or that his name is really Marshall, for that matter. I beg your pardon. Look, it's very important that we trace Mr. Marshal. So... Yes? Could you let us see the room he occupied? He might just have left something behind, you know, something that'll give us a lead. Oh, I'm sorry, but two ladies are now occupying the room. Uh-oh. I assure you, though, that Mr. Marshal left nothing behind. I see. Well, where do we go from here, Clark? Well, you've got me, Bruce. I... Wait a minute. You keep a record of your guests' outgoing phone calls, don't you? I mean, your switchboard operators mark down the numbers called, aren't they? Why, yes, but we don't keep a permanent record. Well, Marshal just left yesterday. Wouldn't the record of his calls still be available? I, uh, I suppose so, but, well, this is most unusual, Mr. Kent, I... Unusual? It's a matter of life or death. Now, please help us. Well, in that case, I'll see what I can do for you. Thank you. It'll take a few minutes. That's all. A few gentlemen will just wait. Oh, we'll wait. I suppose you're hoping Marshal may have called Larson, making it possible to trace Larson to the phone number. Is that it, Clark? Exactly. It's a long chance, but keep your fingers crossed, Bruce. They're crossed, chum. All of them. And my toes, too. The numbers Mr. Marshall called from his room, there are only a few, fortunately. Let's see them, please. Uh-huh. Recognize any of these, Bruce? Yes, I know this first number. It's the Mayflower Department Store. Well, nothing doing there, Clark. I guess not. Seems to have called it a couple of times. Hard to get deliveries these days, that's why. I know this third number, too. You do? Yes, it's Bright Brothers. Big men's haberdashery. Well, he certainly didn't call Larson there. No, that leaves only two other numbers. You recognize either one of them? No, but we can trace them at the phone company. I have a police card. So have I. Come on, let's get going. Thank you, Clark. Yes, thanks very much. You're quite welcome, gentlemen. Goodbye. I'll list those two numbers for you, Mr. Wayne. Oh, fine. What names are they listed for? This first one, Metropolis 4602, is the You Drive It car rental service. Oh, I guess he just wanted to rent a car. We draw a blank there, Clark. Uh-huh. Well, there's one number left. West 3404. What's that one? That's in the name of William Roush. William Roush? At 4695 Greenvale Avenue. 4695 Greenvale? Why, that's way out near the city limits. Clark, maybe Larson... Wait a minute, wait a minute. Easy, Bruce. We'll find out in two shakes. Come on. From the phone company offices, Clark, Kent, and Bruce Wayne prepared a streak to 4695 Greenvale Avenue, hoping it will turn out to be Eric Larson's hideout. We'll return in a moment with the exciting climax of today's episode. So stand by. Say, gang, for a smooth job, just notice how the keen taste of Kellogg's Pep puts the clutch on you. You get that strictly super pep flavor, and right off, it gets you. And from then on, it's you for pep and pep for you. And you wouldn't think of doing without those crisp golden flakes of whole wheat for a single breakfast. Pep's that delicious. Every crunchy flake practically melts in your mouth, all tender and toasty. Yes, sir, if you're hepped to Kellogg's Pep, you're hepped to a mighty smooth dish, all right. And you're also hepped to those slick pep prizes. Prizes that are always surprises, because you never know which one of the three different kinds of prizes you'll find when you open your next pep package. For instance, you'll get either a colored cardboard model of a famous fighting plane, one of seven in the great pep air fleet. Or you'll get one of 24 pictures of birds in brilliant color with a full description on the reverse side. Or else, you'll find a bright colored comic button picturing one of 18 characters from the funnies that pin on your jacket or your beanie cap. Ask mom to get you Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal, tomorrow, and look for your prize inside the package. Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne as Superman and Batman have just arrived at a small bungalow in the thinly settled outskirts of Metropolis. Startled at what his X-ray vision perceived through the closed door, Superman has pushed the door open. Followed by Batman enters the shade-drawn living room. There, sprawled on his back on the floor, is the inert form of a man. Hey, Jupiter, that's Eric Larson. Uh-oh. Are you sure? Of course I am. Hold it. Oh, we're too late. He's... Yes, he's dead. But Robin, where's Robin? I don't know. Maybe he's in another room upstairs. Now, look. Now, wait a minute. Robin! Robin! It's no use, Batman. Robin isn't in this house. Right now, I don't see anyone else here. Except Larson. More worried than ever, Batman looks at Superman. Now they both believe they have come to the end of the trail, only to draw a blank. Where is Robin? What happened to him after he fell to the floor in the attic when Marsh fired at him? And where is Marsh, the man who wanted to destroy Robin for the sake of a large inheritance? Our story has taken a strange new twist, and stranger, even more exciting things are to come. So don't miss tomorrow's tense episode. Tune in, same time, same station. And remember, for breakfast, it's Kellogg's Pep. For excitement, the adventures of Superman. Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC comic magazines and is brought to you Monday through Friday at the same time by Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal. You know, gang, words can have a wonderful taste to them. Like on a frosty morning, you can almost taste words like crisp, crunchy, crinkly, crumbles. Sure, that name just fits, doesn't it? Crumbles, Kellogg's Crumbles. Just seems to go with words like crisp and crunchy. It's such a toasty kind of cereal. Sort of sweet and mellow rich. And you know, it's the only cereal in the whole wide world in those little crinkly shreds of good whole wheat. Crisp, crunchy, crinkly, crumbles for breakfast. Kellogg's Crumbles. And be sure to be with us tomorrow for the thrilling adventures of Superman. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System.
