Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. 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. Superman! Today, while Superman dashes blindly to rescue Apollo, the planet appears to be crumbling in wild tremors of disintegration. Hello there, gang. This is your pal Dan McCullough. Say, I'll bet that if I just whispered that Kellogg's Pep is putting out a brand new series of comic buttons, all you fellas and girls would know about it quick as a wink, because that's a secret that'd be mighty hard to keep. It's the swell news that you can collect 18 new and different Pep comic buttons, like the other ones that made such a hit with all the gang. Yes, sir, 18 new funny paper characters to collect, and to wear pinned on your jacket or your dress and cap. Comic buttons like Brenda Starr and Flash Gordon, and the inspector from Captain Jammer Kit, and Superman himself. You won't want to miss out on a single one of them. And you'd hate to miss the fun of trading duplicates with your pals, too. That's an exciting transaction every time. Believe me, everything about this brand new series of Pep comic buttons is exciting, like the surprise you get when you open a new package of Kellogg's Pep. That's how you get these comic buttons, you know. You don't send in any money, not even a box stop. And you can't buy them anywhere, but you get a comic button in every package of Pep. And you get some mighty smooth eating, too, because Pep is strictly terrific when it comes to sunny, golden toasted flavor. That's the Sunshine Cereal Gang, P-E-P, Kellogg's Pep. But ask Mom to get you some today. And now, the adventures of Superman. As Superman, pitting his life against the mighty forces of the element, searched through space for the lost planet Apollo, the planet itself was being drawn steadily toward destruction by the blazing sun. Already fires rage in Apollo's forest. Mountains have crumbled. Rivers and lakes have dried up, and the people are in panic. Meanwhile, believing that Thane, an elderly scientist, had conspired with Superman to bring this disaster to Apollo, Baraz, tyrannical ruler of the planet, craftily offered Thane his throne if he would summon Superman and divert final destruction. But before Thane could reply to what was obviously a ruse, horrific explosions began to shake Apollo, and the elderly scientist cried out, I'm here, this is the end. Our star is splitting apart, and no one can do anything to help us now. As we continue now in the palace of the Ra's, explosion after explosion rocks the planet. Zama and Kri, the court astrologers, have been thrown to the floor, where they huddle in terror. And the beak-nosed Ra's is for the face and ported with fear, grovels on his knees before Thane, who we mistakenly believe can save them. Listen, only you, Thane, can aid us now. I beg of you, do not allow us to be destroyed. But there is naught I can do, sire. You can, yet save us, you must. It is too late. Our poor star, torn from its orbit, moves into the merciless fire of the sun, whose terrible rays even now rend it to pieces. Withdraw us, then, from the sun. Oh, if only I could, sire. Among the evil spirit you brought here before, he who calls himself Superman, you and he brought this evil upon us. Nay, we did not. We thought only to warn you of this. Well, then, can you not now protect us? Do this, Thane, and I will abdicate my throne in your favor. I will do anything. I tell you, sire, there is nothing. Stop it. Always you condemn me for enslaving the people of this star. Save us now, and I will set them free, I promise. But Kree and Zahm are our witnesses to my promise. Save us, and all shall be on the star as you desire. I, I only help us, Thane. You are fools and cowards. Faith, with destruction, you grovel in fear. Think you're to save yourself by righting old wrongs? Aye, we were wrong to enslave the people. They shall be free, Thane, I promise. But you must save them, and I... How can I? A mortal man brings miracles to pass. You can summon Superman. Aye. His powers and your magic can save us. Yes, summon him, Thane. I cannot summon Superman. I have prayed that he return and save my daughter Lalo and all the other innocent, helpless ones on this star. And so he promised. But I fear he is unable now to find us. He may even be lost. This is the end. We perish. Traces in their hands, the Ross and his astrologers wail in anguish, certain that their end has come, as a violent explosion shakes the palace to its foundation. But unknown to them, and even to Thane, the thunderous explosions are not signaling the destruction of Apollo, but are caused by Superman in his effort to save them. Having finally sighted the lost planet in space, Superman, in a last desperate effort to counter the gravitational pull of the sun, is attempting a superhuman feat. Like a titanic battering ram, he is driving through the solid surface of Apollo, down through the rock and soil and subterranean waters and strata of the planet, pouring, plunging to its very core. Finally reaching his goal, the man of steel releases in monstrous jets the pent-up gases, the hither to unknown vapors and fires which crash and thunder and flashing energy, up through the path that he has created. I think this is working. At least the planet has stopped moving toward the sun. Now, now to bore through another spot to make a second jet of power. Away! Again and still again, the man of steel drives through the surface of Apollo, and is almost blown back into space by the tremendous jets of power he releases. Causing only to catch his breath, he drives back still another time, and another, piercing to the core of the planet. Vapors, gases, coldest water and oil burst forth with him. Now, like some gigantic ball, the planet Apollo spins faster on its axis, then gradually retreats from the sun to find its own safe orbit and rotates there once more. Then Superman fills in the tunnels he bored into Apollo's core, and it slows down to revolve normally again. A renewed satellite in the solar system. On Apollo, the inhabitants look at each other with dawning hope in their eyes. The ground is once again firm beneath their feet. The air is cooler, and soon rain begins to fall, beating the parched soil and rivers and wells. In the palace of the Raz, as Zane looks on, the beak-nosed ruler and his two astrologers leap and cavort gleefully until they sink down exhausted. And then the Raz calls, Hear me, Zama. You have a way with words. What is your wish, your universal one? I would have you publish a proclamation to the people. Say it is my wish that tomorrow will be a day of celebration dedicated to me in gratitude for my saving my loyal subjects from destruction. It shall be done, sire. You! You would say that you saved them, sire? So I wish it to be said. Do you object, Zane? Certainly I object, since it was not you who saved our star from being carried into the sun, but rather some miracle, which at the moment I cannot rightly understand. Nor do the people understand. But we will lead them to believe I am their savior. And being stupid rabble, they will believe and so complain less of their luck. Is that not true, my astrologer? It is true, sir. Oh, you are wondrous clever, oh my Raj. Nay, not clever, but wicked. Nor are the people rabble, as you call them. They are human beings entitled to the freedom you promised. I promised them freedom? Aye. You said if we were preserved, you would grant the people their freedom. You said, too, that you would abdicate your throne. I remember saying nothing so absurd. Did I, Summer? Certainly not, sire. Did you hear me say what they were saying claims, Cree? Never, sire. They ain't lies as usual. Nay, it is you three who lie. Now that you are delivered from destruction by the sun, you would return to your former ways of holding the people in slavery, treating them as cattle while you continue to flatten on their toil. Of course they are cattle. But how dare you say to your rod that he lies. It is treason. Things should be turned to stone for his blasphemy. I shall go to the people and say the truth that not you, but a miracle saved them, that you cowered in fright as they did, and that you promised their freedom if our star was spared. You shall say nothing to them. I shall. I go to them now. Think you so. God, seize this traitor, and hold him prisoner and bring here to his daughter Lalo. Nay, let me go. The two shall die at once. Then shall the people be told that Thane, who all know conspired with the evil spirit Superman, brought us to the brink of disaster from which I saved them. They will not believe you. I shall so write it, Thane. Ah, clever plan. The rabble which supports Thane will be won away from him. Aye, fetch the girl Lalo. This time we wait not to dispatch them. They die at once. Oh, no. Held fast by giant guards, Thane struggles helplessly as other guards rush out to bring in Lalo to be executed with her father. We'll return in a moment for the tenth climax of today's episode. So stand by. Say, don't you get a kick out of it when you can tell someone some good news? Well, that's the way I've felt all week about the brand new series of comic buttons and packages of Kellogg's Pets. I knew that you fellows and girls in the gang were going to be mighty enthusiastic because those Pep comic buttons have been mighty popular. That's why Pep put out this brand new series, you know, so you could have even more fun. And are they humdingers? Every one of these 18 new comic buttons is bright with color, really snappy looking. And the pictures of your favorite comic strip characters are true to life. Beezy and Goofy and Flash Gordon and Superman look so real that they could almost speak. Boy, the fun you'll have collecting all 18 in this new series and wearing them on your jacket or dress or cap and swapping pubicuts with your pals. You wouldn't want to miss it. And you don't have to. No, sir, because they're easy to get. You don't send in any money, not even a box top, and you can't buy them anywhere, but there's a comic button in every package of Kellogg's Pets. And look for some mighty good eating, too, because Pep is a super delicious breakfast dish. Ask Mom to get you some P-E-P, the sunshine cereal, Kellogg's Pets. As the rouse was condemning Thane and his daughter Lalo to die, Superman, having paused to rest from his tremendous labors, has gone to the distant village on Apollo where he had left Thane, Lalo, and the giant Ours. Wearing the half-mast connected to the nitrogen and oxygen cylinders on his back and the mental telepathy helmet of the Apollonians, Superman finds the village entirely deserted. Alarmed for his friends, he takes to the air. Several miles along a narrow highway, he sees Ours and drops to the ground beside the giant. Ours, wait! Oh, it is the spirit who flies Superman. That's right. Tell me what happened to everyone in the village. Where are Thane and Lalo? The wise old one and his daughter were seized by the soldiers of the Raj. What? When was this? Two, perhaps three days gone when first came the strange thunder and the snow-capped mountains disappeared. In all that happened, I have lost trace of time. Where did the soldiers take Thane and Lalo? Where but to the presence of the evil Raj himself and his wicked astrologer. Uh-oh. I escaped from them and hid while they rounded up all the others in the village and dispatched them, accusing them of harboring Thane, whom they called a traitor to the Raj. Great Scott. Then I was delayed by the terrible explosions and shakings of the ground. Now I go to seek aid for Thane and Lalo for my mistress, the princess. I fear I am too late. Perhaps not. Up with you, Art. We fly through the air again? We certainly do. All right, Art, hang on. Here we go. Leaping from the lonely road with the giant oard, Superman rockets away across Apollo, bound for the palace of the Raj, in an effort to find and save his friends, Thane and Lalo. Is there still time for him to prevent the execution of Thane and Lalo? Superman's work is far from over, so be sure to be with us tomorrow when he comes to grips with the powerful giant slaves of the Raj, whose strength is almost equal to his own. Tune in, same time, same station. And remember, for breakfast, it's Kellogg's Pep. For excitement, the adventures of Superman. Superman. Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC comic magazine 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 made 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.
