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And here's how you get any or all of them. For each charm you order, send a dime and a Pep box top plus the names of the charms you want. Say you start by just asking for the telephone or the Scotty Dog. When it comes, you'll also receive a printed slip with the pictures of all twelve charms on it for future orders. Just remember, for each charm you order, send one Pep box top and one dime. And you're bound to want that bright silvery charm bracelet. It's specially designed to show off these charms. And it's yours for a Pep box top and ten cents. That's one dime and a box top from Kellogg's Pep for the bracelet. Print your name and address clearly and send to Superman, Department 1R, Battle Creek, Michigan. Better jot that down. It's Superman, Department 1R, Battle Creek, Michigan. And send in today. This is the last time you'll hear this offer on the air. But keep watching the Pep package for details on how to complete your charm collection. And now, the adventures of Superman. A strange green-blowing metallic substance known as kryptonite, which robs Superman of all his strength, is in the hands of his arch enemy, Big George Latimer, a dishonest political leader. After weakening Superman by exposing him to the kryptonite, Latimer took him to an old deserted mill on the outskirts of Metropolis, where he finally hit on the only possible way in which the Man of Steel could be destroyed. Starvation. Meanwhile, searching desperately for his friend, the famous Batman spotted the old mill from his plane. But as he circled lower to investigate, Latimer and a henchman opened fire with a high-powered rifle and a machine gun. With his engine disabled, Batman radioed to his young companion Robin, who was several miles away, that he was in trouble. And as we continue now, Robin is in their powerful Batmobile, speeding toward the old mill with Alfred, the dynamic duo's trusted butler, at the wheel. Listen. That looks like the river bend just ahead, Alfred. Yeah. Yeah, it is. Keep your eyes peeled for an old dirt road. Batman said it leads to the mill. What? I say, Master Robin. What? We haven't heard from Batman since he'd reported he'd been hit. I'm rather worried. You're worried? What do you think I am? Batman calling Robin. Listen, Alfred. Batman calling Robin. Robin, the Batman, am I glad to hear your voice. I thought maybe you'd departed this veil of tears. Not quite. Listen. Are you okay? Who shot at you? No time for chitchat, Robin. Get this. I'm sorry. Fire away. Don't go to the old mill. Don't go? That's right. Pick me up first. The Batplane cracked up about two miles north of the mill. Cracked up, I say. Watch for a line of low hills. I'm behind the tallest one, and don't waste any time. Right, I won't. Look, Pappy, are you hurt? Oh, just bunged up a little. Tell Alfred to step on it, Robin. There's work to do. Will do, Pappy. Give her the gun, Alfred. We've got to make time. There's the Batplane, Alfred. Or what's left of it. But I don't see Batman. Neither do I, sir. We've got to find him. Come on. Batman! Batman! Over here, Robin. There he is, sir. Behind the plane. Yes, I see him. You gave me a scare for a minute, Pappy. What were you hiding behind the plane for? I wanted to make sure it was you. Not Latimer and company. Latimer? Yes, he and one of his goons shot me down. You mean Latimer's at the old mill? That's right. I says that you're limping. Let me help you. That's all right, Alfred. I turned my ankle a little, bailing out of the plane. Come on back to the car. We're going places. Is Superman at the old mill, too? I didn't see him, but chances are he is. Why else would Latimer try to shoot me down? Did he know he hit you? Of course he did. Oh, you drive, Alfred. My ankle still hurts. Roger. Hadn't we better summon the police? No time, Alfred. The mill's about two miles up this dirt road. Give it the gun, Alfred. Right, sir. Hang on to your ass. Here we go. Slow down, Alfred. Right, sir. I don't see the mill. Where is he? It's about a quarter of a mile into those trees and brush. Hey, stop here, Alfred. We'll walk the rest of the way. Come on, follow me. No, no, you stay with the car, Alfred. Oh, please, sir. Let me come along. I'm jolly handy with my fists, you know. I know, but if anything happens to us, I want you to get the police. But, sir... If you hear shots and don't see us within ten minutes, make tracks for the gendarmes. Got it? Yes, sir, but... You heard what the man said, Alfred. Let's go, Batman. I'm itching to see Superman and to get my hands on big noise, Latimer. You and me both. Come on, Al. Looks deserted. Looked deserted before when I spotted it from the air. When I circled down just above it, Latimer and another party popped out and opened up on me. Nice sociable, lads. You figure they might be sitting in there with their heavy artillery, huh? That's what we're going to find out. How? Knock on the door and say we'd like to borrow a machine gun? Exactly. We'll walk right up to the door, knock, and when they open it, they'll see a couple of harmless young gents in street clothes who've lost their way home. In street clothes? Oh, I catch. It's about time. Now get busy and climb into Dick Grayson's clothes. No sooner said than done. You know, Mr. Wayne, sometimes you come up with a real good idea. Why, thanks. Yeah, but there might be a catch to this one. Like what? Like if Superman is in there, Latimer might decide to shoot first just to play safe and tell us the way home afterwards. He might, but I don't think so. Not until we have a chance to go into action anyhow. There. Ready? Yeah, wait till I snap my tie on. Okay. All set. Remember now. Act natural. All right, let's go. Batman, uh, I mean Bruce. Uh, or should I say Mr. Wayne? Cut the comedy. What is it? Uh, look into your crystal ball and tell me if Latimer is standing behind that door with a gun in his hand. I'm sorry. I left my crystal ball at home with my yo-yo. Somebody, I say somebody bang my pie. Quiet. Just my heart pounding against my ribs. Let's try again. Nobody home. Or is there? There is. They don't seem to want any company. Yeah, but they're going to get some regardless, right? Right. Now listen. I'm going to try the door. If it's unlocked, we dive in fast and low. Ready. Look, Robin. Look at what? I can't see anyone. That's just it. The mill's empty. Latimer must have gotten the wind up when I spotted this place and flew the coop. Yes, and took Superman with him. Uh-huh. But where? You've got me, but we have to find him. Come on. Where to? Back to the car. We've got to get help. Unless we find Superman and soon, Latimer will finish him. Come on now. On the double. Breaking into a run, Batman and Robin race back to the Batmobile to summon help and resume the search for Superman. Where is the Man of Steel? We'll return in a moment to find out in the startling climax of today's episode. So keep listening. Now for you fellows, here's what's what on that good-looking keychain and the swell lucky pieces offered to you by Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal. Today's the very last time we'll be able to tell you about this great, this terrific offer over the air. So act fast to get in on it. The keychain is all bright and silvery. A big man-sized keychain, over 17 inches long, with a clip to hook into your pocket or belt, and at the other end, a ring for your keys and watch and knife. And where do the fellows in your crowd see the lucky pieces you're jingling all along that keychain? For instance, with a silvery little football, you'll look like a varsity letterman. And that skull and crossbones lucky charm looks like a fraternity badge. And the binoculars, and the steam locomotive, and the trolley car, will you go for them? And listen to this. You can get any or all 12 of these lucky pieces. For each one you'd like, you'll send one Pep box top and one dime, plus the names of the lucky pieces you want. For instance, say you start by sending for just the football or the skull and crossbones. When it comes, you'll also receive a printed slip with the names and pictures of all 12 lucky pieces on it for future orders. Now just remember, for each lucky piece you order, send in one Pep box top and one dime. And to get your keychain, send in a Pep box top and 15 cents. That's a nickel and a dime, plus a Pep box top for your keychain. Print your name and address clearly, and for your keychain and your lucky pieces, send to Superman, Department 1R, Battle Creek, Michigan. Better jot down that address. Ready? It's Superman, Department 1R, Battle Creek, Michigan. And get busy right away. Remember, today's the last time we'll be mentioning this offer over the air. But keep watching the Pep package for details on how to complete your collection of Pep's exciting lucky pieces. Now back to the adventures of Superman. Our scene is a large barn behind a freshly painted farmhouse. Above in the bare hayloft, Superman lies half propped against a wall. Two feet away, glowing with a deep unearthly green light, the jagged piece of kryptonite rests on the floor, its strange power stealing every ounce of strength from the man of steel's bodies. Nearby, his eyes alert, sits Gus, big George Latimer's burly henchman. Below, in the doorway of the barn, Latimer himself is conversing with Blake, his slight bald-headed secretary. That man might have bailed out of his plane before it crashed, Mr. Latimer. He and Robin might be on our trail again. I doubt it, Blake. But even if they are, they'll never trace us here. You said they'd never trace us to the old mill either, but they did. They're clever. Or, suppose Superman gets his strength back and... He won't. I'll put the kryptonite two feet away from him. I'm worried, Mr. Latimer. I read that a normally strong man can live a month or more without food or water. Why, it might take several months to starve Superman to death. I know. I don't like the idea of being cooped up with him all that time either. Too risky. That's why I drove into Metropolis to see Dr. Marsh last night. Who? Dr. Marsh, you remember. He's been at my house a couple of times. Oh, yes. The German. That's right. I never told you, but he was a brilliant physician and scientist in Germany under the Nazis. Performed some very interesting experiments in their concentration camps. Marsh isn't his right name, of course. Oh? Well, what did you want to see him about? Well, I got to thinking. There must be some faster way to finish Superman and buy starvation. Like what? I don't know. It struck me. There might be some way to do it with the kryptonite. That only weakens him. It doesn't kill him. That's what I wanted to see Marsh about. I brought him a small piece of the kryptonite and told him what I wanted. He's indebted to me. You see, I could turn him over as a war criminal any time I wanted to. I see. He promised to analyze this stuff and get in touch with me. I've been expecting him out here all day. Wait. There he is now. Where? Just pull up in that car. Come on, Blake. Maybe he's got what we want. Well, Dr. Marsh, what about it? I have solved your problem, Mr. Latimer. You have? You mean... Yes. In a few hours, I can make you free of Superman. Forever. Anxiously big, George Latimer waits for Dr. Marsh to explain. What does the German doctor mean? Has he really discovered a quick method of ending Superman's life? Batman and Robin who know that Superman is Latimer's prisoner do not know his present whereabouts. Who then or what can save the Man of Steel now if Dr. Marsh is right? We'll find out whether he is or not in Monday's exciting and surprising episode. So don't miss it. Be sure to listen 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. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System.