Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

of foster homes and state institutions.
The object you now possess has been attuned to you.
I just gave him every opportunity.
That's an inventory for stolen property. Don't forget serial numbers.
by acts of petty crime.
They're closing in on me, Dad.
You just concentrate on finding the globe.
It's late at night. Some sweet, little old lady...
some absolute stranger pawing through your personal belongings...
Who's there?
Someone else is using the globe. I saw the message, but so did they.
But, if that's true...
that projects an image of a man wearing Superman's "S."
Don't touch anything. This is a crime scene.
What?
and not my native Kryptonian.
Lara works by my side. She is tireless and endlessly patient.
I thought you got your things back. No harm, no foul.
But now, finally...
No!
All right, everyone. Listen up.
We're not that different after all.
sentimentally attached to their old junk.
We stand on the verge of an historic moment.
Escaped from the last...
Inspector Henderson. And tell him I sent you.
- Sold it to who? - I don't know. Some guys.
Give me a call if you wanna talk, okay?
Like a perfect jewel.
I never felt so exposed before, Mom.
"And so the cycle repeats itself. Stolen goods traveling from owner...
Who is that kid?
Just until you get that useless, valueless keepsake back.
All right, let's get back to work.
Because I thought about what you did and realized something.
This is Denny, Jack's brother.
Before we were so rudely interrupted by Superman...
Problem, sweetheart?
It was in the ship that brought me to Earth.
- I decided to forgive you. - Thank you, Lois.
- You lied, you stole... - Betrayed.
Jack, you can't live here like this.
whose inhabitants resemble ours...