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Spider-Man, Spider-Man, does whatever a spider can, spins a web any size, catch his knees,

just like flies, look out, here comes the Spider-Man, is he strong?

Listen, Bud, he's got radioactive blood, can you swing from a thread, take a look overhead?

Hey there, there goes a Spider-Man, in the chill of night, at the scene of a crime, like a street of lights, he arrives just in time.

Spider-Man, Spider-Man, friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, well-contained, he's ignored, action is his reward to him, life is a great big pain, wherever there's a pain, you'll find a Spider-Man!

Shades of the Hesperus, what a storm, there's one boat I wouldn't want to be in, better stick around and see if she makes it.

The Science Hall of Fame has again failed to elect me, and this time they're going to pay for it,

the whole world will learn what Dr. Magneto's power can do, wallop and web snappers, the light.

That ship out there will be smashed to bits, use your emergency equipment, it won't work, nothing works, it's got to,

it's no use, everything seems to be stuck, my light's worth a try anyway.

Come on fellas, you can make it.

Just listen to this, Spider-Man saves freighter, you can't tell me the captain couldn't have brought

his ship in without the help of that publicity-seeking show-off Spider-Man. But what about

the lighthouse keeper's report that the equipment was magnetized? Rubbish, there isn't that much

concentrated magnetism in the world, and this paper isn't going to make a hero out of Spider-Man.

But Mr. Jameson, if you don't print the story, how will the Daily Bugle look?

I'll print it all right, but on the back page.

Not only do they put the story on the back page, my magnetic power is not even mentioned.

Thanks to the interference of Spider-Man, my plan has failed. So tonight I will give them

another sample, one they won't forget.

Let the Daily Bugle put that on the back page. Either the fog is playing tricks with my eyesight

or something is wrong with that track.

Wallop and web snappers, how could that happen?

I'll need proof for Jameson.

I don't need proof that the tracks were broken. What I want is proof that Spider-Man deliberately

wrecked those tracks, then fixed them just to get some free publicity.

You mean you're not going to print the story?

I'll print the story all right, and the caption.

Spider-Man nearly causes calamity. Again, Spider-Man, it gets all the credit for my cleverness.

Well, there won't be any mistake next time. J. Jonah Jameson. By the time you receive this note,

the massive bronze statue of Prometheus at Rockefeller Center will have been magnetized

and flown to the top of the Empire State Building.

At exactly noon, I will demagnetize it and send it crashing into the street below.

Who dare? How awful.

Dr. Magneto. Never heard of us.

Jameson here.

Magneto. Magneto. Seems like I've heard that name before.

What? The statue of Prometheus on top of the Empire State Building?

He really did do it.

Miss Brandt, have them hold the presses. Parker, get over there and get some pictures.

What time is it?

10 minutes to 12.

Magneto really going to drop it. I've only got three minutes.

That interfering fool. Somehow I'll have my revenge on the world and on Spider-Man.

M. M. Magneto. I know I've seen that name. Ah, here it is. Dr. Mato Magneto.

Science Hall of Fame nominee. Specialist on Magnetism. Hall of Fame.

I guess that's as good a place as any to start looking for a clue.

My spider center's vibrating. Maybe the clue I'm looking for is here.

The Hall of Fame. I'm in pretty important company.

But my old spider sense tells me there's someone here who doesn't belong.

The great Spider-Man. Defeated by a one force pull of my magnetic power. Not yet I'm not.

Surprised? I have devised a way not only to magnetize metal, but wood, paper, cloth,

anything. Did you ever consider helping people with your power? The fools did not believe my

theories. Now it is too late. And you, Spider-Man, will be the first to go. I'll give them a

demonstration they'll never forget. Just what did you have in mind? A surprise.

That won't do you any good. Just a small sample of my reverse magnetism. And for the next

demonstration. You will stay here forever. There's a monument to my powers.

Now for my grand finale. I will lift the Hall of Fame into the air by magnetism. Carry it out

over the ocean and drop it. It and Spider-Man will sink to the bottom forever. And me without

my bathing suit. Very funny. You know, Doctor, I didn't come here completely unprepared.

What happened? I know a thing or two about science myself. My magnetic power. It's gone. Right. I took

the precaution of making an anti-magnetic webbing that would short circuit your power if you didn't

agree to use it for good. What are you doing? Put me down. That's where you belong, Magneto.

And here's something I wrote especially for this occasion. For the most misguided use of

knowledge, your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man nominates this candidate.

Yes, I know we have to print the Spider-Man captures Magneto story, but not on the front page.

The back page? No. Some people start waiting for the back. Say, how about putting it in the

one ad section? Mr. Jameson, may I suggest you put it in the personal column saying,

"Not responsible for any good deeds done by Spider-Man," signed J. Jonah Jameson.

I'm glad I thought of that.

Here comes the Prime Minister. Quick. Get some pictures, Charlie.

Look out! He's not going to stop.

They've locked us up. They can't do that to us. Maybe they can keep Peter Parker out, but not

Spider-Man. This must be the Prime Minister's suite. Oh, something's wrong.

My makeup is perfect. Don't you agree, Mr. Prime Minister? No one will guess the truth.

Accept your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

One might say I'm going to raise some cane. The police will be here any minute, Mr. Prime Minister.

But that's not the real Prime Minister. I warn you, this will provoke an international

incident. I have proof right here. The camera, it's gone. I can't prove it now, you phony,

but I'll be back. It was bad enough when the Prime Minister wanted a $10 million loan.

Now he'll probably demand $20 million because of Spider-Man's attack.

And my paper is on record against any such loan. Mr. Jameson, how could you of all men

deny 40 million people? Who are you? The Prime Minister of a country that needs your great

sympathy and understanding. My poor country of Rutania needs money, and if you support our cause,

your name will be sung by the simple people of my country in eternal gratitude

to your magnificent efforts. Little children will smile when they hear your name.

Yes, Mr. Jameson. Miss Brandt, alert the press room for an extra. Very well, Mr. Jameson.

I'll do anything to help you, Mr. Prime Minister. Do you think one extra is enough?

You're right. Miss Brandt, tell the press room we're going to put out a dozen extras.

It's your paper, Mr. Jameson. $10 million is not enough. I'll get you 20 million.

I knew you were a man of reason. Extra, extra, 20 million dollar loan needed to fight poverty

in Rutania. Extra. These changes ought to work against the cane. I've got to expose that

imposter before he gets the money. And all the help he's getting from Jameson is not going to be easy.

Time for Spider-Man to swing.

He must have the real Prime Minister hidden somewhere in the embassy.

Uh-oh, trouble.

I've been waiting for you, Spider-Man, and I'm ready for you.

You fool. You underestimate the power of my cane.

Dad, what a bore you are. You no longer amuse me.

It won't work this time. You are beneath my contempt.

Time for the final curtain.

Got him. Someone has broken in. And he's attacking the Prime Minister.

The door is locked, sir. Break it down.

I've got a feeling they'll never believe me.

Spider-Man won't interfere again, Mr. Prime Minister. A statue in my honor.

Thank you. Thank you, sir. The patrons will love it.

A statue of me. How about that, Miss Brandt? You look wonderful in granite, Mr. Jameson.

I will, won't I? And through my efforts, the gold is on its way to Rutania from the airport tonight.

And even Spider-Man won't be able to stop the special armored truck I arranged.

I'll have to work fast to stop that truck.

I'm sorry, gentlemen, but I'm going to have to keep you from making a mistake.

The man you're taking that gold to is a fraud.

I have my orders and I intend to carry them out. Now stand aside. Open fire.

Close me to hell.

The airport's my last chance.

I'll bet my spider sense that the real Prime Minister is in that trunk.

Got to get aboard that plane.

The door is jammed, sir. Go forward. I'll close it.

Time to straighten up and fly right.

Oh, no.

Hold on, sir. I'm coming.

This is not the real Prime Minister.

Why, that's the actor, Charles Cameo.

Here's the real Prime Minister. Hold on, sir. We'll have you free in no time.

Spider-Man, indeed. If he hadn't bundled a whole affair,

I would have been immortalized in marble.

Look, Mr. Jameson.

That Spider-Man is a menace.

Spider-Man, Spider-Man does whatever a spider can.

Spins a web any size. Catch your seeds just like flies.

Look out. Here comes the Spider-Man.

Is he strong? Listen, bud. He's got radioactive blood.

Can you swing from a thread? Take a look overhead.

Hey there, there goes a Spider-Man. In the chill of night, at the scene of a crime,

Like a street of lights, he arrives just in time.

Spider-Man, Spider-Man, friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Well-contained, he's ignored. Action is his reward to him.

Life is a great big bang-up. Wherever there's a hang-up,

You'll find a Spider-Man.