My Adventures with Superman

Ugh!

Today's the day!

Yes! Clark, I know you told me

not to wake you up every morning with an update on how close we are

to our camping-slash Bigfoot-finding expedition,

but it's squatchin' time.

Oh, I guess you went jogging.

Without me.

A Flamebird response video? What?

You may have seen the video stream Flamebird making claims like this.

And to sum it up, on the remains of Sub Diego on the Pacific Sea floor

proves that Atlantis is real.

But I'm here to tell you, nah!

Like and subscribe to watch me do this to every Flamebird video ever.

Nah, nah. Oh, yeah, that's a nah.

What?

I waited so we could walk to work together.

Oh, I had some errands to run. Jimmy, I'm going for it today.

Going for our squatchin' trip?

No. I... I mean, that too.

But I'm going to tell Lois that I like her.

Yeah, buddy, I think she's picked up on that.

But I haven't said the words "I like you."

It's just been implied.

But, you know, she's been staring at me nonstop for the past day and--

Speaking of things that are today, the camping trip to find Bigfoot.

I packed the gear already.

So just meet me at the bus stop at 5:00 p.m.

Yeah. That train's going to crash.

Yeah, I'm going to be late. Cover me until I get in.

Thanks.

Lois, it's squatchin' day.

Yeah, sure. I'm all packed.

Random question.

If I gave you a list of dates and times,

would you be able to corroborate Clark's whereabouts?

For instance, on August 3rd, he said he was going to get a bagel,

but he was gone for 20 minutes and then he came back without a bagel.

Also, have you noticed how often he steps out for bagels?

Is this hungry Lois calling?

Do you need a bagel?

No, no, I just... There's this thing I think might be true, but it's crazy.

But I'm 99% sure I'm right.

But before I do anything, I need to be 100% sure.

I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'm at the office.

Oh, good. I'm running a little late.

Can you cover for me? Thanks.

Wait! Remember to meet me at the bus stop at 5:00 p.m...

...for squatchin'.

All right, morning is not going how I envisioned,

but this is still going to be the best--

Scooped!

That's right. It's Steve Lombard,

the Daily Planet's star reporter.

Steve, I know who you are.

- Please do not-- - Think fast!

Anyhow, grab your camera and let's go.

I asked Perry for a photographer

for a special assignment, and you're it.

Get ready for the best day ever!

Y'all know the score.

Crush the alarms, grab the gold and I'll hit the safe.

- Anyone gives you trouble... - Heh.

Let's go.

He's here!

He's here. Go! Go! Go!

What?

What? Wait, you're--

Rory, help me!

All right, Clark, how do I get you to tell me you're Superman?

Ugh, come on. This isn't the mailroom.

Ugh!

Ugh, what is in this? Dumbbells?

Ugh. Steve.

Lois! Great. You're here.

Huh. Do you need a hand with that?

There's something I need to talk to you about.

Uh-huh?

I know. I mean, anything.

You can tell me anything.

I want to talk to you about...

- writing a story with me. - About Superman?

About the strange tech weapons that keep popping up in Metropolis.

I've got an idea for how to go about it too, um, uh...

Here, it's easier if I show you.

Is that a murder board?

I call it an investigation board.

But, uh, yes.

Livewire's harness, Intergang's weapons, Ivo's Parasite suit.

Livewire stole this tech and unleashed it onto our city.

But someone made these weapons.

I need to find out who that is

before more people get hurt.

And... And there's something weirdly familiar about the tech.

Familiar how?

I... I don't know.

I just know this is important.

And then I got this.

One of the Planet's old dispatch scanners.

Every time the tech weapons have shown up,

- they've nearly destroyed part of the city. - Hmm.

- So if we listen to the scanner-- - We'll hear any reports

of the weapons and can investigate.

And find out where they all really came from.

This is the story I want to pursue.

And I'd love your help.

Hey, I have an idea. Let's ask Superman about them.

I don't think he knows anything about them.

But we won't know until we talk to him.

Me, you and Superman in a room together.

At the same time.

"We"? Are you saying yes to writing this with me?

This is going to be great.

You're the best journalist I know.

I value your input. And this really matters to me.

People have been hurt by these weapons.

You've almost been hurt by them,

and I won't let that happen again

because I... I...

I care about you...

Lois.

And I, uh...

I wanted to ask--

All units, reports of a runaway bus

- on Main Street. - Oh, I forgot all about my bagel in the kitchen.

I'll be right back.

All units, disregard.

Superman stopped the bus.

- Where were we? - All units,

- there's a mugging on 47th. - Cream cheese!

Disregard previous request. Superman has it under control.

Okay, new plan.

Hmm.

Okay, the school of Steve is in session.

And lesson numero uno is that you've got to be prepared

for the real life of a reporter.

It's not all glitzy galas.

A lot of it is hitting the pavement.

The mean streets.

The dark side of the city.

Oh-ho! I got shivers. Take notes.

Oh, uh, uh-huh.

You know, you remind me of me at your age.

Plus, you're clearly the Steve of your group.

What do you mean, I'm the Steve?

I am not the Steve.

Uh, I know a Steve when I see one.

Always on the outskirts. Never really part of the main group.

A lone wolf.

I am not a lone wolf.

It's Kent, Olsen and Lane, journalism pals for life! We're a team.

Oh, my mistake.

So, uh, where were your other halves this morning?

They... They had things to do and something about bagels.

But I've got their backs and they have mine.

Because they listen to what you say.

Well, Lois thinks my ideas are weird, but--

Which she tells you, because there's no secrets among the three of you.

Hmm.

You're a Steve.

No!

Bruh, being a Steve is great.

We're mavericks, making our own rules.

Then living by those rules, which I call the Steve code.

You actually wrote them down?

Why is "never skip leg day" on here three times?

Lesson numero dos, protege. Don't question the Steve code.

- I am not-- - Oh, we're here. Give me a sec.

Clark, I don't know where you are,

but I need you to call me with a fake emergency and get me out of this.

Or answer me at all.

Think fast. Ah, nice.

Uh, let's set up here and get to work.

Ugh, this day could not get any worse.

So what am I shooting?

Coverage of the stadium? A practice?

Oh, no, no, no. You're filming me.

Steve! Steve! Steve! Steve!

Uh-huh, okay.

Aliens. Mothman.

The Loch Ness monster,

and that one psychic starfish in Germany,

- Flamebird says it's all real. - Huh?

But I say, nah!

What?

- Disregard backup request. - Huh?

Sinkhole is under control, thanks to Superman.

Ugh, this is never going to work.

Reports of suspicious people at McGuinness Luxe Garage.

Hmm.

- Be warned, armed with strange tech weapons. - Hmm.

Stay safe.

Hold it...

right... there.

Uh, Ms. Lane, you can't be here.

There's a robbery in progress.

Heard about the break-in over the scanner

because my good friend is working on a story