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Wait! Not yet! Back!
Nifty, huh? Goodnight Sweet Prince, parting is . . . inevitable Now, destroy Superman.
First, I have fun.
Nice bit. You're good. With my brain and your, well, frankly, brawn, the possibilities are staggering. I could be . . . Emperor, King! Did you see how scared those guys were?
What do you fear?
Me? Now? With Superman dead and you on my team? It's like I'm the coach and you're the best power forward ever. What could I have to fear?
Destiny.
Stop! I command you . . . you mutant!
I am master now.
Are we going to skip the country, Uncle Lex?
Lenny, ,you pathetic product of the public school system. Your Uncle Lex has had only one thing on his awesome mind during his incarceration . . . Destroying Superman!
Do you realize what I can create with a single strand of Superman's hair!
A toupee that flies?
. . . I look at you, Lenny, and I know how the Romans felt when the barbarians arrived at their city gate.
But why the hair?
That hair contains a sample of Superman's genetic material. The building blocks of his body. With my genius and enough nuclear power to mutate those genes, I will create a being with all his powers . . . but with absolute allegiance to me!
He missed the door, Uncle Lex.
Quiet! You'll make him selfconscious.
Whoa. . .
He has all of Superman's powers. If I've planned it right. . .
Gee, Uncle Lex, I don't think this guy's much of a dancer.
Let's try to keep your I.Q. a family secret, Leonard. Before we launch him against Superman, we have to test him ... see how well he does with mayhem and destruction. Kind of a coming out party under the glare of media covering the Metro Club gala. And once he proves himself, then . . .
Superman broke your monster, Uncle Lex.
I must have miscalculated. How. . .
Gee, Uncle Lex, I was just getting to the good part.
Get the box, nephew.
Hey, Uncle Lex, how's the Nuclear Guy goin' to find his way here?
Oh Leonard . . . When I sent the remains of my last experiment . . .
The one Superman wrecked up?
Not how I might have put it, but, correct. The remains I sent to the sun included the creatures genetic memory. He'll remember everything that he experienced. Not to worry. He'll find his way back to me. Did you hear that?
You're spookin' me out, Uncle Lex.
There!
Hey! He looks . . . normal.
He's . . . beautiful. Perfect.
Hey! Just remember I made you.
You're just an experiment, freako!
What was that about?
Didn't you see it? He lifted me up and crashed me down.
Hmm . . . Nuclear levitation. Now that's a trick that could come in handy.
He's . . . cold. . .
Good. Let's hope he stays that way.
Of course! That's his one vulnerability. The one way he can be stopped.
What?
Boy, are you gonna get it.
My nephew, Leonard. He worships me. Let's share a toast to you . . . a nice guy who's about to finish last.
We'll all fry.
This wasn't in the plan.
I think he has his own plan, Uncle Lex.
Don't worry honey, I'm sure he'll make a swell husband.
Ready, Uncle Lex?
If you need us we'll, be five hundred feet underground waiting for the Nuclear winter to turn to nuclear spring.
You think he'll find us.
Never. But we have to hide out for a while. Lay low. Say. . . a couple of years. By then I'll have a new plan.
Lucky I brought my drums.
Is he for real?
One hundred percent. And I like him that way.
I think he's kind of cute.
Forget it, Princess. Clark is the world's oldest boy scout Trustworthy, loyal, obedient, helpful... and I don't remember the rest, but he's them too. And I promise, he's not interested in anyone like you.
But all men like me, Lois. I'm very rich.
. . . And very nave!
This letter was addressed to Superman care of me.
Superman gets mail here?
I think there's an angle.
An angle?
Daddy loves to whip up campaigns! People eat it up. We'll make this kid a celebrity. The whole world will be waiting for Superman's answer.
I know I'm not exactly a Girl Scout but . . . maybe if I show him I'm trying . . . he'll like me.
Who?
Clark. He's late again. I can't figure him out.
That's because there's nothing to figure out. Now will you please pay attention. I'm not through insulting your father.
Lois, have you ever fallen for a guy and he's not like other guys . . . he's different. It's like you come from two different worlds.
And your heart beats faster just thinking about him.
Right . . . you want to tell him how you feel . . .
But he's never there.
Why, Lois, I didn't know . . . Who is he?
What's he going to say?
Something . . . wonderful.
What's that?
Our other dinner guest.
Where's Clark?
He was getting on . . . and then this man with luggage and . . . oh, it's a long story.
It always is with Clark.
Not so fast! All trips are canceled. We pay for wire services. And what we don't get from them, we'll invent.
Mr. White, come with me I want to see
Who does Clark Kent think he is anyway! He never even said good night!
Clark Kent! You socialized with him . . . a . . . reporter!
Oh . . . no . . . I mean, we just went dancing . . . for a story . . .
Your grandfather had one iron rule that's stood me well. Never fraternize with the help. Keep too your own station. Am I clear?
Darling, it's good riddance. Let her go. And while you're at it, fire that Clark Kent. He hasn't been here in days. He hasn't even called.
I know Daddy. I'm worried about him.
Didn't we have our little talk about personal involvement with the help? Now that you're the publisher . . .
Daddy . . . ?
Yes, darling?
Stuff it.
Tone down our headlines? Lacy, that's all the common man reads!
I'd just like to have a little less sensationalism.
Less sensational papers go broke. I thought I taught you long ago the business of newspapers is business.
No, Daddy. Our business is journalism. We can't continue to be so irresponsible . . . or else we'll just lead everyone into a disaster.
Don't be overdramatic, young lady. What kind of disaster could we help bring about?
Impossible? Why?
Because I made a vow. Never to interfere in the destiny of your planet.