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 cereal presents The Adventures of Superman. Today, Superman still pursues the search for Robin in Metropolis. Unaware that Batman is on the high seas in response to an SOS from his brave young companion. Hello there, gang. This is your pal Dan McCullough. Say, I'll bet you never heard of a football star who didn't pack away a good breakfast on the morning of the big game. Well, believe you me, if you know there's a bowl of Kellogg's Pep waiting for you at breakfast, you'll feel like you're heading for a touchdown because you always play a winning game when you're heading toward those crisp golden whole wheat flakes of Pep. They're that delicious, that full of smooth, catchy flavor, that fun to eat. And say, while we're in the fun department, just take a look inside your next package of Pep for your prize. See which one of the three different kinds of prizes you get. Maybe it'll be a model fighting plane in colored cardboard, one of seven great Pep planes you can collect. Or maybe it'll be a bird picture in bright color with a full description on the reverse side. You can collect 24 of them. Or maybe it'll be a bright colored comic button picturing a favorite comic strip character, 18 in all to pin on your jacket or your beanie cap. And whether it's a plane, a bird, or a button, you keep right on having fun when you're collecting the three different kinds of prizes in packages of Pep. So get going, gang. Ask mom to get you a supply of Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal, tomorrow. And now the adventures of Superman. Arriving at the hideout of Eric Larson, the escaped convict who had abducted Robin, Superman and Batman found Larson dead. But there was no sign of Robin. Then when they found a thug hiding on the premises who revealed that a mysterious man named Marsh had shot both Larson and Robin, Batman gave up hope, certain he would never see his young companion again. But early that evening, a message was brought to him at his house. It was from Robin. And it read, Hop into the Bat Boat and come to Cove Harbor. Look for a black ocean-going yacht with two orange smokestacks. I'll be on it. Be prepared for trouble. Hurry! As we continue now, the long, curiously streamlined Bat Boat fairly leaps over the waves as it sweeps into Cove Harbor at the time when evening is slowly fading into night. Sighting his goal, Batman at the wheel throttles down and speaks to Alfred, his loyal butler and man Friday. Cove Harbor, Alfred. Do you see a black yacht with two orange smokestacks? No, sir. You suppose that note could have been some sort of trick? A forgery, perhaps, sir? No, it was in Robin's handwriting. My hunch is that the yacht he mentioned has already left the harbor. Could be, sir. What'll we do? It's getting dark, you know. Yes, I know of it. Will you hand me those binoculars, please? Yes. Here you are, Batman. Thanks, sir. Now let's have us a look out to sea. Any sign of the yacht, sir? No. Well, there's only one thing to do. What's that, sir? Swing around and pile on the coal. Hang on, Alfred. Have you noticed a black yacht come out of Cove Harbor? Private job with two orange smokestacks. Oh, that's Lindy, sir, isn't it? Yes. Oh, will you tell me, please, about how long ago did she steam by here? An hour, huh? Or which way was she headed? To sea out to the yacht, sir. What do you think, Delvin? It's the net, sir. Only it's getting dark fast. So what? The yacht's only got an hour to start on us, and this fat boat will outrun any boat in the water. There, we're out of the channel now. Alfred, come here and take the wheel. Yes, sir. Hold her steady on this course, straight out to sea. I'm going to go forward and keep a lookout with the binoculars. Right, sir. I say, sir. Yes? What sort of a pickle do you suppose Master Robert is in now? Well, you've got me, Al. All I know is that he's alive and in trouble, and that's enough for me. We'll find him all right, Edward. Uh-oh. Do you see the yacht, sir? No, not a sign of it. And the sky's clouding over and hiding the moon. I'm afraid now we are going to need help, Alfred. We're going to find that yacht. But whom can we get, sir? Well, I'm going to call Super, uh, uh, Clark Kent on the radio telephone. Clark Kent? You'll be begging your pardon, sir. What can he do? You'd be surprised, Alfred. Bottle her down, will you? Hey, there's something wrong here. Wrong, sir? Yes. Sounds like the radio batteries are down, or... Oh, there. There, that's a little better. Seems to be okay now. I see. That's jolly good. But I wish you'd tell me why you want Clark Kent. Oh, never mind that. Batman calling Metropolis. Batman calling Metropolis. Come in, please. Dave, come in, sir. Oh, not yet. This is urgent. Connect me with Clark Kent at the Metropolis Daily Planet. I'll repeat that. Connect me with Clark Kent at the Metropolis Daily Planet. Have you got that? Clark Kent at the Metropolis Daily Planet. Right. Will you please rush the connection? This is urgent. Hold on. Call right through. Thanks. Now, if only Clark is there, and if only this radio is on. Oh, that's wonderful. Put him on. Clark, thank heaven I found you. Listen. Robin's alive. He is? How do you know? Tell me, man. Well, I got a note from him this evening. A note? Yes, and I need you at once. Robin's on a yacht, and I... I can't hear you, Batman. Speak louder. Oh, the radio's going bad again, Alfred. Can you hear me now? I'm in the back boat, Clark. I can't hear you at all. Hello. This radio telephone is on the bomb. Clark, listen. I'm in the back boat. Clark. Clark, hello. Hello, Clark. It's gone dead entirely. Well, Alfred, whether we like it or not, we're on our own now. We usually are, sir, aren't we? Yes, I suppose so. Anyhow, those clouds cleared off the moon. That's something. Maybe I can see that black yacht now through these night binoculars. I certainly hope so, sir. Any luck, sir? No, not yet. Oh, wait. What's that? What, sir? There's a speck out there on the horizon. To the poor, Alfred. Yes, sir. Easy. Easy now. Hold it just like that. Is it the yacht, sir? It may be, Alfred. I think I can make out two stacks on her. Robin said the yacht had two smoke stacks. Yes, I know. We've got to get closer. Full throttle, Alfred. Give her all she's got. Every last ounce. We'll know she's the one in a few minutes. Powerful engine drawing at full throttle. The bat boat leaps through the dark sea toward the tiny speck on the horizon. Is it the mysterious yacht on which Robin is held? We'll know in a moment when we return for the exciting climax of today's episode. So stand by. Hey, which is it, gang? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it a button? Well, you might get any one of these three kinds of prizes in your next package of Kellogg's Pet. And are all three kinds smooth. For instance, those bird pictures. Each one's in bright color with a description on the reverse side so that you get the real lowdown on these high flyers. There are 24 pictures of birds in all. And then you can collect seven different models of famous fighting planes. All made of colored cardboard and easy to assemble. And the comic button. 18 different bright colored buttons to collect. Each picturing a favorite comic strip character to pin on your jacket or your beanie cap. Now that makes 49 different prizes in all you can collect. One in each package of Pep you open. And all of them are super to go with Pep's super terrific flavor. Which is saying a lot because that sunny full wheat flavor of Pep is really out of this world. Each spoonful of these crisp golden flakes tastes a downright wonderful that you have to keep yourself from gobbling them down. So ask mom to get you Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal, tomorrow. And remember, look for the prize inside your package. Far out at sea, her twin orange smokestacks faintly illumined in the pale moonlight. The sleek black yacht cuts swiftly through the dark waves. On the glass enclosed bridge stands the captain and the helmsman while two or three crewmen lounge at the rail. The others aboard are below deck at their mess table. With their eyes fixed idly on the waves, the sailors at the rail do not see the boy who steps noiselessly in his bare feet from the shadow of a lightboat behind them. It is Dick Grayson, whom we know as Batman's young companion, Robin. Swiftly, the boy moves across the deck to an open hatchway, slips down the few stairs to the carpeted corridor of the cabin deck. For a moment, he pauses listening. Then, satisfied that he hears only the purr of the giant diesel engines, he starts moving cautiously along the corridor. Outside the door of a stake when he stops again, holding his breath, he slowly turns the polished brass doorknob, pushes gently until through the half-opened door he sees a handsome stateroom, empty. Softly closing the door, he moves to the next stateroom. There, a low, indistinguishable murmur of voices comes to his ears. Slowly, with the utmost care, he turns the doorknob, moves the door in with a scant inch or two until he can clearly hear the conversation within. That's Marsh with my grandfather. I'm sorry. I did everything I could, Mr. Grayson, but unfortunately I couldn't find your grandson. Oh, no. I can't understand it, Marsh. Why is there no trace of it? Well, he disappeared several years ago, shortly after his parents passed away. And he hasn't been seen or heard of since. I'm a liar. What about that chap who adopted him, Marsh? What was his name? You mean Bruce Wayne? Yes, yes, Wayne. Didn't he know where the boy was? No, sir. He spent a fortune to locate him, he tells me, but to no avail. How do you like that? I see. Well, this is a bad blow, Marsh. I had my heart set on seeing the grandson before I died. Please, sir, don't speak of dying. You're many years ahead of you. No, no, I haven't. And you know it. We both know that I grow weaker every day. If there's only something I could do for you, to comfort you. Oh, you've been a great comfort to me, Marsh. Thank you. I appreciate it. You find out how much I appreciate when my will is red. Oh, please, please don't speak that way. No! What happened? I say, the sea's getting a bit rough. Big wave must have hit us that time. Are you all right, sir? Yes, quite, quite. Hold on, hold on. Here it comes again. Uh-oh, the door opened. What? What? Good God, Rick. What is it, Mark? It, Wyatt. I've got to get out of sight. Whoever thought the boat would pitch and throw the door open. Here, this empty stateroom. Where can I hide? If Marsh finds me, it'll be quick curtains. Uh-oh, that chest under the porthole. I'm small enough to get into it. Now, if Marsh comes into the room and looks in this chest, I'm a dead pigeon. Huddled in a sea chest in the captain's stateroom, Robin makes himself as small as possible, praying that Marsh does not open the lid as he hears the murderous plotter moving about within a few feet of him. With Batman and Alfred miles away in the Batboat, helpless to aid him, and Clark Kent, who is Superman, unaware of his whereabouts and dangerous predicament, what will happen to Robin? Tomorrow's episode is swift and exciting, so don't miss it. Tune in, same time, same station. And remember, for breakfast, it's Kellogg's Pep. 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