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Spider-Man, Spider-Man, does whatever a spider can, spins a web any size, catch a steeze just

like Clyde's, look out, here comes the Spider-Man, is he strong, listen bud, he's got radio active

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 day, wherever there's a pain, you'll find a Spider-Man.

This could be the find of all time, this will be the final test,

and if my theory is right, I've discovered the fountain of youth, no, no it can't be.

You drive a hard bargain Parker, here's your money for the pictures.

Thanks Mr. Jameson, yeah it's more than they're worth, you teenagers think money grows on trees,

now when I was a boy, there's a bulletin coming in Mr. Jameson, I can hear Miss Brandt, what is it?

Dr. Curtis Connor, famous Florida scientist, was reported missing today by his wife. Oh no,

not Dr. Connor, most scientists are absentminded, maybe he forgot to come home, now as I was saying,

Parker, where are you going? I have to see a sick friend, I didn't know he had any friends.

My husband found something in the swamps, something so astonishing he couldn't tell anyone,

he said he had one more test to run, and then he he went into the swamp and just disappeared.

If anybody can find my dad, you can Spider-Man. Thanks for the vote of confidence Billy,

I'll sure try, think I'll check the lab Mrs. Connor, it might give me a clue.

Water, just plain water, Connor must carry the secret in his ruddy head,

well I'll force him to give me the formula, quite the litter bug aren't you? Spider-Man,

you were expecting Count Dracula? Tight, nice, right back at you.

Spider-Man, look out!

Are you okay? I've felt better, where'd he go? That man, he ran away, who was he Spider-Man?

His name's Kleivenden, and if I'm not mistaken, the game he's after is your dad. Let me go with you,

huh? Please? There's an old saying Billy, he swings fastest who swings alone, you stay here,

I'll find your dad. Spider-Sense tells me there's something odd about that little object,

I gotta know why. A Spanish doubloon, 1474, things are getting curiouser and curiouser.

Hey, it's me Spider-Man. I thought I told you to stay put. I just wanted to help you find my dad.

Hit the dirt Billy. I know you're in there Spider-Man, and I know the way to flush you out.

Just keep moving Billy, old Spider-Sense is working overtime.

Spidey, I'm stuck. Quick sand. No point wasting arrows on you old boy,

you've had it. I leave you to your untimely end while I find Dr. Connor and his million dollar

secret. I thought he'd never leave. Wallop and web snapper, that was close.

Boy, I'll say. Do you know where my dad is Spidey? I'm not sure, but I think he may be at the old

Spanish fort, and the only way to get there is by water. All said Billy, climb aboard.

Look, gators.

Don't look now, but there's something worse than gators. He's coming in fast.

I don't know how you escape the quicksand Spider-Man,

but a good hunter always finishes the job.

Hope you don't give those gators indigestion Spider-Man.

Swim for sure Billy. I'll handle the gators. Hurry.

I let the gators take care of Spider-Man while I get onto Connor's trail. And I jolly well

think I know where he is. The old fort's not too far, so hang on Billy.

This must be some kind of nightmare. Me, a 20th century scientist

held prisoner by a 15th century Spanish conquistador, and the world will never know.

You must let me out of here. They'll search for me.

Sooner or later someone will come, and when they do, I get the message.

Now that I know his secret, he'll never let me out of here alive.

A boat. Someone's coming.

If my hunch is right, Connor's million-dollar secret will soon be mine.

Is this where my dad is, Spidey? We'll soon find out, Billy.

Quick, get me out of here before he comes back. Are you Dr. Connor?

Yes, I'm being held prisoner. Hurry, get me out.

Certainly my good doctor. On condition, you tell me your secret discovery.

Dad, it's me, Billy. Billy and Spider-Man.

Stop. Stop, that's my son. Stay behind this building.

I'll make you wish you'd stayed with the alligators.

Attaboy, Spider-Man. Give it to him. Billy, stay down.

You're in a rut, Clivey old boy. How's about a change of pace?

Like this? Pretty tricky.

Too slow, Spider-Man.

I'm coming, Dad.

So, the invincible Spider-Man runs from a fight, but you can't run from my knife.

Now for the death blow. Dad, are you in there?

Yes, Billy. Use the big key hanging on the wall.

Good boy, Billy. Come on, Dad. Now that I've saved you, I've got to save Spider-Man.

Say your prayers, Spider-Man. You're a real cut-up, Clivey.

It's time you were tamed, Cliveyndon.

Spider-Man, thank heaven you're all right.

Everything's wrapped up, Dr. Connor.

Shucks. I wanted to save Spider-Man.

Wallop and web snappers.

Dad, Spidey, hit the dirt.

The fountain.

What's this all about, Connor?

That just may have been the fountain of youth.

And the old guy?

Just may have been.

Ponce de Leon.

Now the truth will never be known.

Speaking of youth, there's one who deserves a medal for saving my life.

I don't have a medal, Billy, but here's something to remember me by.

Gosh. Thanks, Spider-Man.

I'm so glad you're back, Peter. How's your sick friend?

Well, what's he saying?

Yes, I'll tell Mr. Jameson.

Tell me what?

Peter said his friend had a severe case of...

Ponce de Leon?

Cyrus Flintridge III presents the Squawkers, a variation in pop music.

Flintridge may be eccentric, but he's a real swinger.

I got to see Jameson's reaction to this private preview.

Groovy man. Groovy.

Right, Jameson?

Great. Just great.

A swinger, Jameson is not.

I wouldn't have missed this for anything.

What's going on here?

I thought it was part of the show.

That was no ordinary sonic blast.

It was aimed. And here comes another one.

And that, Cyrus Flintridge, is only the beginning.

Picking off those instruments one by one was no coincidence.

Flintridge and his music muddlers were somebody's target for tonight,

and I'd like to know who.

Old Spider Sense tells me I'm getting warm.

So Spiderman seems to find the source of my sonic beams.

Well, I'll give him a clue.

Here we go again.

An agile adversary, but now I play for real.

Here comes a whopper.

That should take care of Spiderman.

I'm positive it came from here.

Empty. Not a scrap of paper.

Beethoven's fifth?

From Bob to Beethoven, there's got to be a connection.

Flintridge, he's responsible for this abominable rock and roll boom.

If his money can buy the eels of the public, then I shall even survive.

He will pay me dearly, and I will build a conservatory

and restore the true beauty of classical music to the world.

And should he refuse?

I tell you, Jameson, this fiend has gone too far.

Not only does he admit causing the sonic blasts, now he's blackmailing me.

He wants me to leave $100,000 in a violin case at the foot of Beethoven's statue.

If you call the police, I will dispose of them as easily

as I disposed of your so-called instruments last night.

I refuse to pay one penny to that sonic swindler.

Don't get so steamed up, Flintridge.

I think I know a way to trap him.

Miss Brandt?

Yes, Mr. Jameson?

Get Parker on the phone.

I have a charm for him.

Central Park, tonight at Beethoven's statue.

Will do, Mr. Jameson.

So, old JJ wants Peter Parker to spring the trap.

I have a feeling that before the night is over, it'll be a job for Spider-Man.

Concert's over.

Maybe now we'll see some action.

There go my spider senses.

This must be it.

What is this?

A violin case.

Gone.

When that blockbuster blackmailer finds out the case is empty,

he'll be after Flintridge.

Then Spider-Man better get there first.

Everything seems okay.

But my spider senses are signaling danger.

This time I will play a concerto that double-crossing Flintridge will never forget.

I feel it.

A sonic wave.

My high-five.

No, no, stop!

He can't have gone far.

I'll bet my webs he comes out into that alley.

Right on cue.

Here somewhere I can feel it.

Unless he can fly, I've got him trapped.

I sure flubbed it this time.

The fiddler's still on the loose, and after Flintridge,

I've got a feeling there's more to this than blackmail.

My priceless collection of modern music destroyed, deliberately demolished.

Terrible, terrible.

But at least he didn't get the money.

That's right.

So now he's upped his demands to $500,000 so he can build a conservatory of his own.

Did you say five?

If I don't bring it in person to my conservatory tonight,

he threatens to reduce it to rubble.

James, what will I do?

Now, let's not panic.

Parker will be here shortly with the pictures of the culprit.

Parker!

You got the pictures?

Well, yes and no.

Why can't you teenagers ever give a straight answer?

Did you get a picture of the culprit?

Did you get a picture of the blackmailer?

Yes, but--

But what?

The fiddler blasted the camera right out of my hand.

Fiddler?

That's right, Mr. Flintridge.

A fiddler with a deadly sonic violin.

And he's after you.

What am I going to do, JJ?

If I were you, I'd be at the conservatory tonight with the money.

Thanks, JJ.

That's just what I hoped you'd say.

Who-- who's there?

Just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

You-- you're the fiddler?

Hand me the Satchel Flintridge and then get lost,

or you may wind up playing a harp.

Jameson was right.

You are a crook.

Well, you won't get away with this.

He's left the Satchel inside as I instructed.

If he pricked me again, I'll keep my promise.

Flintridge is bound to go for the police.

If I can just stall that vindictive virtuoso,

something tells me it's time to face the music.

Hold it, Fiddler.

There's a string attached.

So much for your red Spider-Man.

Give me some money.

Come and get it, maestro.

I also hit the high notes.

Can't you go a little faster, officer?

Not without a pilot's license, Mr. Flintridge.

Why don't you give up and save yourself?

I can't hear you, Fiddler.

Over those sirens.

You can't do this to me.

Let me go.

It seems to me I've heard that song before.

Where's Spider-Man?

He's been here.

There's his calling card.

The villainous violinist.

Captured by your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

By George, that Parker boy was right.

He is a fiddler.

Name's Otto.

Used to play second fiddle with the Symphony Orchestra.

How would you know about good music?

You and your gucking whole labby.

My dear fellow, I also sponsor the Symphony Orchestra.

Put this on the record player, Miss Brandt.

It's a present from Flintridge, called Symphony for a Summer Night.

That's my kind of music.

No!

Miss Brandt, turn that off.

I thought it said Symphony.

It does, Mr. Jameson, but you didn't read the small print.

It says, "A sonic symphony for the world of tomorrow."

No.

No.

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

Spins a web, any size, catch his knees, just like flies.

Look out, here comes a 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 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-confained, he's ignored, action is his reward to him.

Life is a great big day, wherever there's a pain,

You'll find a Spider-Man!