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Wheat Jacks, Rice jacks and good Hot Wellston Present Space Patrol I adventure in the wild vast reaches of space. Missions of daring in the name of interplanetary justice. Travel into the future with Buzz Corey, Commander in Chief of the Space Patrol. In today's Transcrib adventure, Buzz and Happy are climbing the face of a steep cliff on the planet Saturn in pursuit of two criminals. At one side of them, a great waterfall thunders down a thousand feet to the valley below. Kogar must have reached the top. Commander. I don't see him. They went up the cliff like a couple of mountain goats with hardly any footholds. The God habit is a rock falling smoke of rockets. That was close. Now there are more coming. Press close to the cliff. It looks like the whole top of the mountain is coming down on co guard work. He started a landslide. It's right on top of us. What are we going to. We'll be back in just a moment with today's Space Patrol story. The giant bubble. You can't buy it anywhere. Gang, today is positively the last time we can make this sensational offer. I'm speaking of the Space Patrol Spaceophone. The magic phone you can carry anywhere. The magic phone from mysterious outer space. The magic phone created in the secret laboratories of the Space Patrol. The Space Patrol Spaceophone. Imagine you can talk on it to someone a straight 50ft away. Complete with two blue and yellow plastic spaceophones. Complete with 50ft of communication cord. Complete with secret briefing sheets. But remember now, today is absolutely the last time we can make this unusual offer. The Space Patrol Spaceophone. To get the whole set, here's what you do. Buy a box of instant Ralston. Then with your name and address, send 25 cents in coin and an instant Ralston box top to Space Patrol, Box 686-St. Louis, Missouri. This offer good only in continental US and may be withdrawn at any time. That's an instant Ralston box top and 25 cents in coin to Space Patrol, Box 686, St. Louis, Missouri. In Commander Corey's central office at Space Patrol headquarters on Terra. Cadet Happy is puzzling over some reports from the security section as Buzz, I can't make head or tails of this thing. Happy, has Dr. Berman been in? Huh? Oh, I beg your pardon, sir. What'd you say? Have you seen Dr. Berman? He was to meet me here. Oh, no, sir, he hasn't been in. Did the appropriation go through? Yes. Happy just got the Secretary General's approval. That'll make Dr. Berman just about the happiest man in the solar system. Yes, sir. Which, judging by your expression, there's more than can be said for you. What's the trouble? Huh? Well, Major Robertson asked me if I'd check over these reports of intercepted messages, and I haven't been able to make much headway. Those unidentified space phone signals from Saturn? Uh huh. All I can figure out is that the broadcasts seem to follow a time pattern and they're in perfectly plain English, but, well, they just don't make sense. I know one word keeps popping up in several of the messages. That is, if it is a word. Gleck. Now, what in the universe is Gleck? No one else around here seems to know either. All I can gather is that whoever is sending the messages doesn't like Gleck. And one message says, suggest getting rid of Gleck at source. Well, forget about it. Turn the folder back to Robbie. Yes, sir. Commander Corey. Oh, yes, Dr. Berman. Come in. Thank you. Happy, this is Dr. Berman, the inventor of a new process of constructing atmosphere shells. Oh, I've heard about it. Yeah, it's something to do with blowing a big bubble out in space, isn't it? That's right, young man. A bubble of transparent electroplast. Dr. Berman's method might entirely do away with the old cumbersome method of constructing atmosphere shells section by section and sealing them together with. Electroplast, Sir? Yes, Cadet. With a strong plastic developed in a plant on Venus, which has the peculiar property of remaining in liquid state when powerful electromagnetic waves of a certain frequency are penetrating it. Oh, I get it. You blow a bubble with it out in the vacuum of space, and while the stuff is soft. Exactly. When the magnetic waves are cut off due to the cold, the electroplast hardens almost immediately. Hey, it's almost like freezing a soap bubble. Nice comparison, Cadet. However, we've never quite been able to freeze a soap bubble. To my great regret, they always break. Well, maybe this will cheer you up, Doctor. The Secretary General has approved the appropriation as requested. Splendid. As I understand it, you're authorized to go ahead and construct a shell for the Venus satellite. The Venus Satellite? Yes, Happy. The satellite is only a mile in diameter. It'll be completely enclosed by an electroplastic shell. Hey, that's great. But. Oh, wait a minute. You blew up the shell out in space, right? That's right. Far enough away from a planet so the electroplast will form a perfect sphere. Uh huh. But how do you get the satellite inside the sphere? We cut the shell in half. Then several powerful spaceships move the two halves to the satellite and the two parts are sealed. Then we install a space lock and we've got a small, low gravity world. Commander, I hate to rush off, but I'm very anxious to get back to Venus and get the project underway. Of course, Doctor. If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know. Thank you. My chief problem at first is to get several thousand cubic feet of Gleck out into space. Several thousand cubic feet of what? Gleck. Oh, you wouldn't know. Gleck is a technical slang for electroplast. I see. Where did the term come from? Oh, I don't know. You know how it is with slang. Probably some technician got tired of saying electroplasts and invented the word Gleck. The term caught on. Well, goodbye, gentlemen. Goodbye, Doctor. Commander, hadn't we better tell him about the messages? No, Happy, not yet. But one of those messages said, get rid of Gleck at the source. I know the source is Venus. Then someone on Saturn wants to erect the Doctor's project. I'll have Robbie assign a full monitoring crew to the Saturn frequencies. We're going to blast off for Venus. And keep an eye on the plant itself. It's dark enough now. Drovik, let's get over to the tunnel. Okay. You better watch your step with that explosive. It won't take much of a jar to set it off. How much time have we? Exactly 10 minutes before the tunnel car comes out of the underground plant. But I can assure you we're going to be away from the plant area when the cargo of electroplast goes up. Cargo? I'm surprised there aren't any guards patrolling the ground. Why should there be? Now, who would want to wreck Dr. Berman's project? You shouldn't have sold out to him. With your half interest in the electroplast process, he could have made millions of credits. I got out because I thought he was on the wrong track. He wanted me to think that, so I would sell out. Sure, Colby, but I'll fix him. Here are the tracks. We just put the explosive on the rails. Wait, I've got a better idea. See that flat car off on the siding? Put the explosive on that and push it into the tunnel. Great idea. The tunnel blown up, Berman can't get any electroplast out of the plant for weeks. It's going to be a job shoving that heavy car, though. So we'd better get started. Hold it. Half. This is where the foreman saw the men. There they go, sir. Over that small ridge. That's where the tunnel comes out. The lower levels of the plant. Tunnel? Yes. The tracks lead to the spaceport where the electroplast is pumped aboard cargo ships. What would they be doing out there this time of night? Let's find out. The odd foreman thought they were on some special detail. Seems to me if they were on legitimate business, they'd carry a thermal lens. Keep yours off until I tell you to turn it on. Yes. All right. Now shove the car. It's as heavy as if it were on Jupiter. Once we get it moving, it won't be so bad. How far are we gonna push it? Just inside the tunnel. The track has a downhill grade. The car will come. All right. Happy, turn on your light. Yes, sir. Colda, somebody's seen us. Keep shoving. Only a few more feet and it will be on the main track. Hold on a minute. What are you men doing? Why don't you mind your own business? Get that fat car off the main track. Here comes the tunnel car. Let's go throwing. No, you don't. Come back here. Let him go, Happy. We've got to shove this car back on the siding. Quickly. Yes, sir. Hate to let him get away, but we've got to clear the tracks. Tunnel car's coming pretty fast, sir. Couple more feet. That's clear, sir. The switch. I've got to throw the switch or the tunnel car will be derailed right into us. Hold your light here. Yes, sir. Wow, that was close. Have we made it? Just barely. Look what was on this flat car. A can of explosives. Come on, Happy. We'll go to the main gate and give some orders. Nobody's going to leave the flat. The car got through, cleared the tracks. I've got to look at them. As we ran out, they have space patrol. Space patrol? They probably got the plants around it. How are we gonna get out? Wait a minute. Look up ahead there. There is Berman. How can you tell? By his walk. There. No, I'm sure of it. He just passed the window in the blockhouse. Let's get away from here before he recognizes. Got a better idea? Berman will get us out of here. Even past the space patrol. He's going into the block house. Let's follow him and see if he's alone. What's in the blockhouse? That's the equipment for the Black Experience experiments. That's where I got the explosive. Come on, but quietly. Take it easy. Done. This whole drawing.
