This man is no ordinary man. This is Mr. F.G. Superman to all appearances no different from any other law-abiding citizen. But Mr. F.G. Superman has a secret identity. When trouble strikes, at any time, at any place he is ready to become... bicycle repairman. Hey! There's a bicycle broken. Up the road! Goodness, this sounds like a job for bicycle repairman. But how to change without revealing my secret identity? If only bicycle repairman were here. Oh, yeah. Wait! I think I know where I can find him. Look! Bicycle repairman! But how? Look! Is it a stockbroker? Is it a quantity surveyor? Is it a church warden? No! It's bicycle repairman! Why, bicycle repairman thank goodness you've come. Look. Why, he's mending it with his own hands! See how he uses a spanner to tighten that nut. Bicycle repairman, how can I ever repay you? Well, you don't need to, guv. It's all right. It's all in a day's work for bicycle repairman. Our hero! Yes, wherever bicycles are broken or menaced by international communism bicycle repairman is ready... Ready to smash the communists, wipe them up... and shove them off the face of the earth. Mash the dirty red scum! Kick them in the teeth where it hurts! Kill! Kill, kill! Filthy bastard commies! I hate them, I hate them! Ah! Ah! Tea's ready. Coming, dear.