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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, welcome fame, he's ignored, action is his reward to him.

Life is a great container, wherever there's a pain, you'll find a Spider-Man.

Captain, Captain, look, look Captain, over there.

The Flying Dutchman, I hate is the phantom ship that forebodes doom.

The Flying Dutchman indeed, every time there's a storm we get a report like this.

But there have been so many eye-witnesses. Those fishermen are always eye-witnessing something that isn't there.

I take it you don't believe the reports.

Believe them? Of course I don't believe them, Miss Brandt, but get a picture of it anyway, Parker.

If you do get a picture, Peter, will you ask the Captain to autograph a copy from me?

Sure, Betty, with invisible ink.

Ahoy there, Captain. Well, you've been to a costume party, lad. I'm Spider-Man.

Spider-Man, eh? Well, the world's full of a lot of strange things.

What can I do for you, Spidey? I've heard rumors the Flying Dutchman has been seen around here.

Tis no rumor, mate. You can log it in your book as solid facts.

Each time a storm spoons its fury on us, the random ship appears over Smuggler's Cove.

Smuggler's Cove, eh? How do I get there? Hard a port. The path will take you there.

But if you value your life, go back wherever it is you came from.

Thanks for the warning, Captain, but I'm much too curious.

That must be the cove. There it is, the Flying Dutchman.

And there it went, right to the cove.

My Spidey senses are tingling. Well, sure, my timbers.

The boss doesn't take kindly to strangers with cameras.

How'll it, Jake? You want the sheriff on our trail?

You're right. Better report this to the boss.

What are you doing here? I told you to watch for us up.

We hooked a strange fish.

Hi. He was taking pictures of the Dutchman.

One of the villagers?

Nah, some character in a funny suit.

He tried to shoot something at us, like a spider went, but Spider-Man!

What's he doing here?

We must get rid of him before the sun arrives or he'll ruin all my plans.

You want us to take care of him?

No. I'll reserve that privilege for myself.

Wallop and web-snappers. I think someone dropped anchor right on my head.

And it looks like they went that way.

This must be Smuggler's Cove. My Spidey senses at it again.

Something's fishy and it's not the cargo.

This is the first time I've ever been attacked by a ship.

At least give me some of the credit.

Mysterio.

Yes, Spider-Man. We meet again.

Right back at you.

Don't forget I was a stuntman.

I'm going to report you to the Smugg Control Board.

If I can find you.

Over here, Spider-Man. Come and get me.

Locked in. I sure fell for that one.

I'm a drift and a gale, yes.

There's no wheel and no sails.

Let's see how your famous spider-strength pairs against the power of a raging sea.

Spider-Man!

It is the curse of the Flying Dutchman.

And none can stay your doom.

Not a bad job if I do say so myself.

Evo and away we go.

Now let's see what I can do about a rudder.

It may not be official, but it should get me to shore.

Tonight we'll use this view of the Dutchman to panic the villagers.

They'll run so far they'll have to pack their lunches in roadmaps.

You know what to do.

As soon as you give us the signal, we shoot the Dutchman over the coal right.

And when the coast is clear, I'll signal the sub to service.

Now get going.

Soon I'll have gold enough to buy all the power I want.

Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main.

I prefer to do by sailing over rooftops.

Uh-oh. Mysterio would know how to project a picture into the sky.

He's up to something. But what?

A submarine in Smuggler's Cove. That's the answer.

The Dutchman has brought trouble of plenty.

Tainted treasure. That's what it is.

Gonna net me a big tin fish.

Old Spider-Sense tells me there are even bigger fish in here.

Beautiful. Have you ever seen such a hall mate?

Not in me wildest dreams.

Now let's start dividing. Spider-Man.

Well, it's not a mermaid.

This time, Spider-Man, there'll be no escape. My boys are such cut-ups.

You'd make a great barber.

Just call me Titanician. A guard.

Play the crown, Spider-Man. But I will lack last.

My tempered webbing is stronger than your steel.

Push him. He can't take all three of us.

Take that.

One down.

You can't outfight me, Spider-Man.

Take our last look, you interfering webhead.

And now, Spider-Man, do you have any last words before I blow you to pieces?

All I can say is, if you gotta go, this way's a blast.

Whoa!

Thanks, Captain.

'Twas nothin', matey.

When the police come, tell them there's a pretty big fish at the bottom of the cove.

I was watchin' you. Not bad for a landlubber.

I know I sent Parker to get these picks, but if the whole thing was a hoax, I'm not going to pay him.

I said there was no such thing as the Flying Dutchman.

Oh, no? Then what's that?

Yikes!

I'd sure like to see old Jameson's face right now.

Mr. Jameson! Wake up! Mr. Jameson!

So I was sent by my boss to take pictures of the old castle theater before they tear it down.

The real pictures of all that happened in this great old theater are etched in our hearts forever.

Emily's right. Who could ever forget Sarah Bernhardt?

Blackwell, the greatest magician of this, or any time.

The beauteous Lillian Rosson, and, of course, my dear, a tragedian of superb talent.

Your own unforgettable performance as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde sent chills down my spine.

I've got a few chills myself. Spider sense chills.

The poster! It's alive!

What's all this nonsense about a ghost at the castle theater?

Well, it's like this, Mr. Jameson.

Don't interrupt, Parker. The Daily Bugle has been backing a citywide beautification campaign to get rid of eyesores like that old termite tent show.

I think ghosts are fun.

And I saw the ghost, too, only it disappeared before I could get a picture.

Parker, you're the victim of an underworked body and an overworked imagination.

If I have my way, that theater will be torn down. Ghost or no ghost?

Okay, men. Here we go.

What's going on here?

Hey, Joe! Give it the hammer!

Okay. Who's the wise guy?

Hey, boss, the place is haunted. Let me out of here.

Hey, you guys, wait for me.

Wait! Wait just a minute. I tell you, there's no such thing as ghosts.

I don't care how you do it, but tear down that building.

That theater is coming down, and there's not a ghost alive that can stop me.

A ghost alive? Now, there's an interesting idea.

Nothing wrong with these posters. They're really paper.

Blackwell, he might have been able to pull those stunts off.

Boy, are my spider senses ever tingling.

If Spider-Man only knew what was in store for him...

...the show is about to begin.

And now for our star performer, Spider-Man.

So, Blackwell, you are the one behind this.

No, of course. Who else has my genius?

Your modesty overwhelms me. But what can you do for an encore?

I shall send you the dove of peace.

What happened, web-snappers?

Blackwell's flown the coop, too.

He escaped that one?

Ah, but the best is yet to come.

My spider senses are acting up again.

Hold everything.

The party's getting rough.

He must be up there somewhere.

He swallowed the bait.

Let's see what happens.

I know you're here, Blackwell. Come on out.

I shall, Spider-Man, when it suits me.

Who'll be trapped?

And now for my next trick.

What's the matter, Spider-Man? They're only cannonballs.

I don't get a bang out of them.

Let's see you presto yourself out of my web.

If you insist, I'll show you a little trick I taught Houdini.

Bust my webs, he did it.

Offhand, my dear Emily, I'd say that Spider-Man has met his match.

In here, Spider-Man.

I know it's a trick, but empty.

But my spider sense...

You don't like confined quarters, Spider-Man?

Very well.

What a gripping scene.

Pure catch.

Do you ever miss?

Never.

Here I am, Spider-Man.

Fine.

Fun's fun, but the show's over, Blackwell.

There's nothing like having a captive audience.

James Booth and Emily Thorndyke.

Watch closely, Spider-Man, and you will see which of us has the greatest power.

There's only one Blackwell.

Thank goodness.

If he runs out of tricks, he can always get a job moving furniture.

Undeniably the greatest.

I could enjoy it more if you'd point that thing the other way.

Keep your eyes on the stage, Spider-Man.

Countdown.

Three, two, one.

Blast off.

Bravo, Jack, bravo.

The show's over, folks.

But it's a wooden prop gun and a rubber knife.

Correct, Spider-Man.

This performance was for your benefit.

Our motive? To save the old castle theater.

If you will champion our cause, perhaps the theater can be spared.

Will you help us?

It's a deal, providing you'll do exactly what I say.

First, we'll contact our rival newspaper.

Unless we're the publication and your Daily Bugle states that Spider-Man...

That arch-villain of society.

Has openly declared that the castle theater should be torn down.

He called our memories of yesteryear so much hogwash.

Hogwash? Why that web-headed monster? I'll fix him.

I, J. Jonah Jameson, dedicate my paper to the preservation of the old castle theater.

For all posterity.

But I thought you were backing the campaign to clear out all the old buildings.

I was only trying to point up their real value.

You see, my plan worked.

What an act old Jonah's got.

Now I know what Jill bought, Bill.

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

Spins a web any size, catch a steeze, just like flies look out.

Here comes the Spider-Man.

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

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

Hey there, there goes the 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, welcome fame, he's ignored.

Action is his reward to him.

Life is a great big hang-up. Wherever there's a hang-up, you'll find a Spider-Man.