Crooked Oil Association Part 03

Presenting the Transcription feature, Superman! It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Superman! Yes, it's Superman! Strange visitor from the planet Krypton, who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men.

Superman, who can leap tall buildings of a single bound, trace a feeding bullet to its target, then steal in his bare hands. And who disguised as Clark Kemp, mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, fights a never ending battle for fruit and justice.

But before we joined Superman, listen. And now to our story. Somewhere on lonely moonlit Mesquite Canyon Road, a motorcade of three tank trucks loaded with oil from the wells of tumbleweed zones move slowly in the direction of the Bear River refinery.

In the lead truck, tumbleweed is at the wheel, confident that all is well, since with Clark Kent's help, The bullet holes shot into the tanks were repaired. Now, 6,000 gallons of crude oil will reach the refinery, despite the unscrupulous efforts of Abner Chaney, head of the local bank to pour tumbleweed to use his pipeline.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Clark Kent is on his way to the cookhouse to get a sandwich for Jimmy when, but wait. Listen. Let's see, the cookhouse should be overheated and right. Yeah, that must be it.

I hope Cookie doesn't mind my foraging in his icebox. Sometimes I wonder where Jimmy puts all the food he eats. Back to where he might eat salad dinner tonight. Well, growing boys like that, I guess.

There we are. Like the doors open. Yeah. There it is. Voice inside. It is best you would. Sounds like someone's using your phone. Why isn't the light on? You have no time to play ever, ladies.