With Pals Like This...
Jimmy Olsen is unquestionably the best sidekick in the history of comics, but really: as best friends go? I think there's a little room for improvement here.
Case in point: Otto Binder and Curt Swan's "The 100 Pieces of Kryptonite," from Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen #6.
Here's how it all goes down: Due to a recent meteor shower, there's an earthquake headed towards Metropolis, conveniently scheduled to hit at noon exactly. Nobody really feels like evacuating, since the impact of a meteor large enough to cause devastating earthquakes a hundred miles away registers as a minor inconvenience in a world of telepathic starfish from Outer Spaaaaace, so Superman volunteers to pitch in and help folks out during the earth-shattering tremors.
First, though, he's got to deal with one straggling meteor that's plummeting out of the sky, which he does by crashing into it at top speed. Admittedly, shattering a chunk of rock into a hundred fist-sized chunks and allowing it to fall randomly into the city at terminal velocity was probably not the best way to solve this particular problem, but to make matters worse, the whole thing's made of kryptonite, leaving Superman weakened and unable to stand, with the earthquake right around the corner.
Enter Jimmy Olsen, and his plan for Super-Salvation:
Jimmy's Master Plan: Build Superman a little fort out of car batteries. And on a personal note, this is the second time I've seen Jimmy protect Superman from kryptonite with a timely use of auto parts this week, so this sort of thing should be expected by now.
Anyway, this leaves Superman trapped in a battery warehouse and unable to help with the impending quake, leaving Jimmy responsible for gathering up all the kryptonite and disposing of it safeley. So Jimmy implements Phase Two:
He grabs a bullhorn and lets everyone in the city know that chunks of Kryptonite are freely available on the ground, making sure to point out that yes: it can kill Superman. I imagine it was like Christmas at Lex Luthor's house.
Anyway, surprising no one at all, a bunch of criminals gather up some kryptonite, but Jimmy's able to foil their sinister plan by dressing up as a hobo and hiding in a safe. It's complicated. Still, it does the job, and before long, Superman's back to helping Jimmy train for the big marble championship at super-speed.
But not before Jimmy uses Superman as a "human Geiger counter" to track down the last few chunks, giving him instructions to fly around aimlessly and radio in every time he feels the stabbing pain of deadly radiation.
Jimmy Olsen: At Least He Means Well.
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