"It can fly!" someone yelled as something large and grey with massive ears soared by overhead.
"It can fly!" someone else yelled as he pointed at the flying elephant.
"It can fly!" someone else yelled as the large-eared pachyderm looped between two skyscrapers.
"Oh,...crap." Superman said.
A Few Years Earlier:
Superman stood at a podium in front of a crowd of the world's press. That whole incident with that homicidal supercomputer was over, and now it was time to face the music. He'd already informed the crowd of the circumstances behind his bizarre, destructive, and often downright felonious behavior, and now he owed the world an apology for his lapse in self-control.
"I would like to tell the world that I am sorry for what I did while under the influence of the synthetic Kryptonite, and I promise that I will do everything in my power to ensure that it doesn't happen again." he said.
"Superman! Superman! Superman!" the crowd of reporters practically chanted as each of them tried to get his attention.
"Yes?" he said, pointing towards a reporter who was standing in the front row.
"What do you have to say about what you did to that circus elephant?" the reporter asked.
"...I am sorry for what I did while under the influence of the synthetic Kryptonite, and I promise that I will do everything in my power to ensure that it doesn't happen again."