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 as Clark Kent unwittingly places the unsuspecting Mary Hennig squarely in the path of a violent death. Hello there, gang. This is your pal Dan McCullough. Say, you're collecting those swell Pep prizes, aren't you? The model planes, the full-color pictures of birds, or comic buttons to pin on your jacket or your beanie cap? Well, by now you must have quite a flock of them, because of course there's a prize in every single package of Pep you open. And they sure are swell prizes, all three kinds. For instance, in your next package of Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal, you may find a colored cardboard model of a famous fighting plane, one of seven in the great Pep air fleet. 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Based with a long prison term on the charge of passing counterfeit money, young Mary Hennig, reformed juvenile delinquent and part-time employee of the Daily Planet, undertook a dangerous mission in an attempt to prove her innocence. Pretending to have returned to her former dishonest ways, Mary sought employment in a messenger service conducted by a man named Pearlie, one of whose boys had given her the counterfeit money. But the girl incurred Pearlie's suspicion when she telephoned Clark Kent, and as a result, was fired. Despite Kent's objections, Inspector Henderson insisted on raiding Pearlie's office, not knowing that Pearlie had told a henchman, If the cops raid this place, we'll know the Hennig kid tipped him off. And we'll get her before she can testify against... As we continue now, unaware that he is about to sign Mary's death warrant, Inspector Henderson is in a police car with Sergeant Healy, en route to Pearlie's office. Listen. You figure this Pearlie guy's putting carlet bid money around through these messenger cases, that it, Inspector? Well, that's what Mary Hennig says, Healy. And if he's lying, she'll go up for a long stretch. He's on probation now, you know. Yeah. Well, I sure hope this trip pans out. You see the afternoon papers? Uh-huh. How do you like that mayor? Giving us 48 hours to get those counterfeiters. How does he get that way? Doesn't he know we've been breaking our necks for weeks trying to find that gang? I don't know. But this may be the payoff at last, Healy. I sure hope so. Imagine Clark Kent trying to talk me out of this rape. Kent did? Why? Oh, just one of his cock-eyed nootions. Hey, look out, Healy. In front of you, see him? Castle McCree. Look, Inspector, it's... It's Superman. Sorry to startle you, gentlemen, but this is urgent. Well, I'll be hanged. It is Superman. Right. Mind if I get in? I'll attract too much attention standing in the street. No, no, no. Come on in. Come in in. Thanks. Hey, listen. What's the idea... I'll be brief, Inspector. I've just looked over Mr. Purley's office, the reliable messenger service. You have? Why? Now, that's where we were going. I know you were, but I can save you a lot of trouble. My search proved there is no counterfeit money in Purley's office, nor is there any equipment for making money. There isn't? No, but... Take my word for it. My hunch is that Purley suspected Mary Hennig might tip you off, and he cleaned out all the evidence in anticipation of a visit from you. All right. That's what Clark Kent said. Listen, Superman. What? How did you know about Purley and Mary Hennig? Why, uh, Kent contacted me a few minutes ago. Oh, Kent did? He said he was sure Purley would expect you and suggested that your raid would only drive him and his associates undercover, so that you'd never get the goods on them. Eh, but that's a lot of... Please don't think I'm trying to tell you how to run your department, Inspector. But if you'll take my advice, you'll go back to your office and listen to Kent. He has a plan to suggest, which I think might work. Well, if you say so, Superman. Thanks, Inspector. I don't think you'll regret it. I've got to be going. Oh, uh, thanks for the assist. Don't mention it. Good luck. Up and away! If you concern your idea to Superman, Kent, I guess the least I can do is listen to it. Thanks, Inspector. Here's what I have in mind. First, we've got to get Mary Hennig back into Purley's good graces so she can go on with what she started. Uh-huh. Then, when she finds out where he gets his phony money and who are the people higher up, you swoop down on them and break the ring. Yeah, that sounds good. But how are we going to do it? You know Purley fired Mary because he's suspicious of her. Yes, I know. But I want you and Healy to pull a little raid on Purley. A friendly raid, so to speak. Are you nuts, Kent? Why? You did your best to talk me out of a raid and I... Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Let me explain, Inspector. The idea is for Mary to... I have a messenger service. Purley speaking. Hello, Mr. Who? Mary. Oh. Look, kid, I told you I'd call you when I wanted you. So don't bother calling me. Wait, Mr. Purley. I don't care where you are. I'm busy now. Wait, will you? I just... You saw who? You saw him get out of his car where? Right. He did, huh? Yeah. He'd be off in case. Much obliged, kid. Maybe you'll hear from me later. Well, Inspector, are you satisfied there's no counterfeit money on my premises? Or do you want to rip up the carpets? No, I don't think that'll be necessary, Mr. Purley. Looks like this was the wrong steer. Sorry to bother you. That's all right. I'd like to know why you picked on my place. Well, I run a legitimate messenger service. Oh, I'm sure you do. But you've probably read in the papers about a counterfeiting gang operating in Metropolis. Why, yes, I have. Well, two youngsters who tried to pass counterfeit money in a department store were traced to this neighborhood. They got away, but we've been keeping a lookout for them. Now, a lot of youngsters were seen coming in and out of this building, so we investigated. We discovered there was a messenger service here. We just popped in on the chance, that's all. I see. Well, I won't bother you again, sir. Sorry I did this time, but you know how it is. Police can't afford to overlook anything. Sure, I know. No hard feelings, Inspector. Good. So long, Mr. Purley. Good morning. Goodbye, Inspector. The dope. Okay, Herman. You can stop making like a bookkeeper. They're gone. Dirty cops. I hate them. Oh, you hate everybody, you old sell a pussy. No, I don't hate you, boss. Good thing you don't, or I'd find a knife in my ribs. She got to admit you were wrong this time. About what? About that chicky kid. You were sure she was working with the cops. And I still say she is. Are you nuts? I told you she tipped me off Henderson was coming here. Yeah, I can't figure that out. But I still say she's a double crossing, and I can tell, boss. Never mind. Come on now, we got to work fast. Work at what? Packing. We got to move out of this place. Move? Why? Why? Because of the cops, you dope. They were here once, and they might come again. Especially if they're watching this neighborhood. Oh. You don't mean we're going to have... No, we're going to a different neighborhood, that's all. Also, I'll have to build up a whole new organization. New kids. We can't take any chances. We don't know which two kids the cops spotted and trailed. Hey, maybe it was that Biff Morgan kid. You better get rid of him anyhow. He knows too much. Biff's all right. He's the only one I'll keep. Him and Chickie Henny. Chickie? Oh, no. You don't want her, boss. She's a double-crosser, I tell you. I have all the stubborn guys. Didn't she just prove she was okay? Not to me she didn't. Listen, boss, that kid is poison. I'm telling you. And I'm telling you, you're all wet. She proved she can be depended on. And what's more, she's smart. Now, come on, start packing. Oh, boss, please listen to me, will you? Don't have nothing to do with that chickie kid. I won't let you. You won't let me. Since when are you giving orders? I know what I'm talking about. You don't know your ear from your elbow. Shut up now and get to work. We've got to move fast. The big guy says he turned out a big print run of a lot of hot money. We've got to get rid of it. Fast. Yeah. That's Mr. Pearly? Mind the name. Oh, me? Nah. I don't go to sleep so early. Uh, what's on your mind, Mr. Pearly? No names. And how? Just give me the chance. Yeah, it's the way to... Sure I know. All right. You bet. I'll be right over. Moving quietly so as not to awaken her mother and younger brother and sister. What is the special assignment which Pearly has for her? And what further trouble will it lead her into? We'll return in a moment with the tense climax of today's episode. So stand by. You know, gang, it's always a good idea to get up in plenty of time in the morning so that you don't have to hurry with that breakfast bowl full of Kellogg's Pep. Because Pep is so good, you want to get the full golden toasted flavor in every spoonful. Yes, sir. You don't want to skip one bit of the fun of eating those crisp, catchy flakes of whole wheat. So tomorrow morning, just hitch up your chair and settle down to some mighty smooth eating with Pep, the sunshine cereal. Is it delicate and light? Does it taste terrific? And you get a swell surprise when you see the nifty prize in each Pep package. A real surprise of a prize. Could be you'll find a model fighting plane in colored cardboard, one of seven great Pep planes you can collect. Or could be you'll find one of 24 new full-color bird pictures with a description on the reverse side so that you can be hep on birds. Or could be your next Pep prize will be one of 18 bright-colored comic buttons sporting a famous comic strip character like Perry Winkle or Heraldine or Superman himself. So start collecting all three kinds of these keen Pep prizes. Ask Mom to get you a supply of Kellogg's Pep from the grocer tomorrow. And keep in mind that big news I promised you. Be sure to listen in on Monday because this is something you won't want to miss. Due to the successful operation of Clark Kent's plan, Mary Hennig is once more back in the good graces of Mr. Purley who summoned her to meet him in a coffee shop late at night. As we rejoin her now, Mary has just left the hall of her tenement building and is walking up the dark, deserted street to the bus line three blocks away. She does not look behind her. But even if she did, it is doubtful if she would notice the dim, stooped figure of Herman, Purley's ape-like henchman, who slips noiselessly behind her, keeping in the thick shadows of the tenements overhung with rusty fire escapes. Grasped in one of Herman's huge hands is the bone handle of a long, thin knife, the blade of which is hidden in his sleeve. His thick, loose lips move as he mumbles to himself. The voice wouldn't listen to me, but I know. This kid's a double-crosser, and I've got to get rid of her so she can't get us into no trouble. Closer, Herman approaches behind the unsuspecting Mary, and closer. Now only a half-dozen paces behind her. He slips the knife out of his sleeve, and it gleams in the pale moonlight. As Mary, still unconscious of her danger, walks unconcernedly on. As Mary Hennig, seeking to clear her name and avoid a prison sentence, only succeeded in stepping into a death trap. Oh, and what can save the young girl now? Monday's thrilling episode tells the story, gang, so don't miss it. Tune in Monday, 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. When you shiver out of bed on a frosty morning, gang, that's crumbles weather. That's when you want a toasty kind of cereal with zip and go. Kellogg's Crumbles. Just the name makes you think of toasty words like crisp, crunchy, crinkly, crumbles. Sort of sweet and mellow rich. The only cereal in the whole wide world made in those crinkly shreds of real whole wheat. You bet, gang. This is Crumbles weather. Time for crisp, crunchy, crinkly, Kellogg's Crumbles. And be sure to be with us on Monday for the thrilling adventures of Superman. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System.
