Metropolis Football Team Poisoned Part 11

Presenting the Transcription feature, Superman! It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Superman! Yes, it's Superman! Frame 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 to the single bound, creates a speeding bullet to its targets, then seal in his bare hands, and who disguise this Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, likes a never-ending battle for truth and justice.

And now to our stories. Making use of his amazing power of flight, Clark Kent and his true role of Superman has gone to the jungles of Central America in search of an antidote to the brain-numbing potion given to the members of the Metropolis Football Team.

Equipped only with the knowledge that the antidote in the form of brown crystals is the secret of the Narwan Indian tribe, Kent on his arrival tells his story to John Carter, manager of a large plantation.

Carter says there is only one man who could lead Kent to the Nawan Indians, a local character known as Pangopee. But he warns Kent to be careful. Darkness has fallen. The matted jungle is alive with a hum of insects and a weird bang of nocturnal beasts.

As Kent approaches Pangopee's broken down shag near the native corner. Who's there? Mr. Kent. Good morning. Good evening. Those that are ship the ball, they... I have a seat. There ain't nothing but that rush-bottom stool, but it'll hold you lightly.

Thank you. And you know why I'm here, of course. Well, that ain't for you to help that, certain. You're quite right, isn't it? You remember when you met me and Mr. Carter's office, you told me to come down to your shack after dark alone.