Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Something's on your mind, isn't it?
Well, I'm just gonna make a few phone calls.
Well, I was just thinking since your kid sister's new in town...
Missile lock in three, two, one. Executed.
Sorry to interrupt your male bonding, but we have a break in the story.
Unless you think we need a chaperon.
He and Anita were talking marriage.
It's just probably the best secret you've got going.
He's retired. He lives in Metropolis.
Jimmy? I don't think so.
three.
Ayo, C.K., It's all over the newsroom that yo boy Skullafonte slangin that killa
No, not this one. I designed it myself.
I'm Jimmy. Jimmy Olsen from The Planet.
Wait a minute.
This is just an unidentified salvage yard.
"Superman" seems to have caught on.
because we thought you could help us find the man responsible for the raid.
- What? - My novel.
I don't wanna leave you out in the cold.
Well, look what the cat dragged in.
I'm really glad you're here.
You and me?
I have a warrant issued by federal court.
Look at this.
Don't tell me. Safecracker?
What are you doing?
I mean, we don't know enough about Superman to lie.
You have any secrets, Clark?
Well, it's definitely not what you're thinking.
Don't even admit that I live here.
- I can't let you write it, though. - Sure you can.
Jimmy, I'm kidding.
- Clark and I can corroborate each other. - Not when you're talking UFOs.
Bullet train. I'm not much for flying. You?
And we found you and took you home.