“I'm going to be a gunner, Pop!” said Buddy, maneuvering the model tank to run over the pile of small plastic men.
                    “That's good, son,” said Father, taking a puff from his pipe. “Now isn't it time for you to get ready for bed?”
                    “Yes,” said Mother, wiping her hands on her apron, “and don't forget to brush!”
                    “Gee, Mom.”
                    Father tousled Buddy's blond hair and gave him a friendly pat on the back. “You listen to your mother, Buddy. You take care of your teeth, and they'll take care of you.”
                    Buddy looked at his father skeptically and walked towards the stairwell.
                    “We'll be in to say goodnight in a little while,” said Mother.
                    Buddy went upstairs to the bathroom and cleaned his face and washed behind his ears. Then he went into his room and started to get out his pajamas.
                    “Aren't you forgetting something, Buddy?” asked a sonorous voice from the window.
                    Buddy turned in surprise. In his room stood the Man of Iron, his cape flowing from his broad shoulders.
                    “Overman!” he yelled. The bastion of benevolence gave a shining grin to the boy.
                    “Didn't you forget to brush your teeth?” asked the Man of the Future.
                    “Aw, shucks, Overman,” said Buddy. “Why is it so important?”
                    “Your parents asked me to talk to you about that very thing,” said the purveyor of purity, taking out an easel and charts from beneath his cape. He placed the pictures, depicting gums, molars, bicuspids, incisors and canines, upon the stand.
                    “Now, Buddy,” began the last son of Dimension X.
                    Suddenly, Overman turned his head, as if he heard something. No sounds were audible to Buddy, though he strained to catch what his hero perceived.
                    “Come on, Buddy,” said the Mortal of Might, talking the young boy under his bulging arm. “I think this may be an even better opportunity for you to learn an important lesson.”
                    And with that, he leapt out of the window, holding Buddy as they flew off into the twilight. Racing across the sky, Buddy's hometown soon disappeared from sight, and then the land was replaced by the vastness of the ocean. Soon, they were over another stretch of land.
                    “Where are we, Overman?”
                    “We're in Korea, where our country is currently conducting a Police Action,” said the Dauntless Defender of the American way.
                    Below them was a single U.S. tank, facing off a battalion of North Korean soldiers. The tank was firing, but the shells consistently hit far away from their intended targets.
                    “What's the matter?” asked Buddy anxiously.
                    “We'll know in a moment,” said Overman, bringing them down on top of the weapon and signaling to the man behind the gun.
                    “What's the problem, Soldier?” asked the Guardian of Good to the gunner.
                    “Ith my tooth,” the young man replied. “It hurths thso much that I can't conthentrate to aim.”
                    “We'll fix that,” said Overman, and with Overspeed he produced a handful of dentist's tool and a bib for the soldier to wear. Faster than ordinary eyes could see, he began to work on the man's mouth.
                    “Do you brush regularly?” asked the hero.
                    “I do now,” said the gunner, looking sheepish. “But… I didn't when I was a kid.”
                    “Hmmm,” said the Person of Potency, giving a knowing look to Buddy. He worked for a few moments more.
                    “Spit,” said Overman.
                    “Wow,” said the soldier a moment later. “I feel great! Now I'm ready to mow down those dirty commie rats!”
                    He commenced to fire as Buddy and Overman waved goodbye, noting that the first volley landed right in the midst of the oncoming troops, sending bodies skyward.
                    Soon, Overman and Buddy were back in his bedroom.
                    “So you see, Buddy” said Overman, smiling brightly, “you need your teeth in top shape for any occasion.”
                    “I know that now, Overman! Jeepers!”
                    "And make sure to use a fluoridated dentifrice!" said The Hero of 1,000 Worlds as Buddy rushed over to the bathroom, squeezed a large dollop of paste onto his toothbrush and vigorously brushed his teeth and gums.

Kids, help Overman stamp out that terrible villain Tooth Decay! He can't do it alone! The Man of Iron needs your help! So follow the following dental instructions on the next page every day, and you and Overman can bring down this menace together!