Dr.Roebling And The Voice Machine Part 05

Presenting the Transfriction feature, Superman! It's time to hurt, 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 goals of mortal men.

Superman, who can lead tall buildings of a single bound, brings a speeding bullet to its target, can't seal in his bare hands, and who disguise this Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, fight the never-ending battle for truth and justice.

And now to our story. Having succeeded in forcing his inventor uncle, Dr. Robling, to sign away all rights to a secret voice machine, Jack Robling and his blonde wife, Chicky, flea modern city in a blue road stiff, leaving Dr. Robling half days in a barren tenement room.

The clock Kent, driving to a tenement with lower slain, stops for a red light and recognizing the road stiff. On the open road outside the city limits, Kent jams the accelerator down to the floorboard and grips the wheel hard.

Roaring into the night as keen eyes watch the twin taillights gleaming ahead of him. After all, there must be hundreds of blue roasters on the road. I'm positive, Lois. I told you I saw the blonde, Catherine Robling, sitting next to the driver.

Probably your husband, his name's Jack. What you call him over the phone? It's only one thing that worries me. What? They're doing 80 now. I can't get any more out of this car. The accelerator is down as far as it'll go.

Chuck, curve ahead. Yeah, I see it. Hold on. Boy, they don't come any sharper than that. Hey, we've lost them, haven't we? Huh? You can't see their tail light. There must be another curve up ahead.