Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait a minute. Get your hands off of me!

I'm gonna go back, start writing this right now.

Everybody, Clark's alive.

I tailed our man Thompson...

Honey, we don't care if you're a Russian or a Martian.

And I'm not leaving here until you tell me where I can find him.

Today, he's dead.

- To help. - To help?

You and the Cat Woman.

Can you contact Superman?

The FBI isn't a person. It can't speak.

So is that what you guys think I am? A Russian experiment?

Look. Somehow everybody thinks we were hanging from the chandeliers...

I told them to stuff it. Not my two reporters.

And ruin my reputation?

I'm gonna find that man and stop him.

Well, I'm a reporter. You know, protecting sources and stuff.

Mr. Kent, I presume?

There are no old stories, Lois, just new angles.

I guess I haven't.

- What is it? - Someone's in trouble.

Well, it did make that bungee jump I did last year seem pretty tame.

We didn't have to.

"unrealistic expectations," "tearjerker reconciliations."

What's going on?

and wanted to know if we had seen anything.

Alright Big shot, now tell the truth Big Daddy, what did this gangster looked like? This gangsta looked like E 40, Ice Cube, Richard Pryor, Mystikal, O-Dogg, John Witherspoon, Master P and Bernie Mac mixed together

Now see, she's right.

- That's right. - I want Superman.

You'll be all right? Lois?

Where are you, anyway? My God. Sounds like jungle drums.

The other guy in the photo: Gen. Burton Newcomb.

See, we were just a small group when we started...