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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 Doug, 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 Spider-Man.

Most boys get girl trouble sooner or later, and this goes even for a teenager with superpowers like Peter Parker,

alias the Amazing Spider-Man, listen, golly Susan, why can't you go with me to the harvest lot?

I guess I'm just too busy Peter, oh look, there's why Robinson's star player on the team.

That guy Robinson, not only is he Mr. Big around school to all the gals, but his dad is rich,

owns the Robinson chemical laboratories outside town, gets all those big top secret government contracts.

Well, hi Princess, still going around with little boys, eh?

Hey, listen Robinson, I got a mind...

Oh Peter, don't be such a poor sport, Roy was only joking.

Yeah, I'd like to joke him, he'll be joking under the other side of his face.

Oh Peter Parker, you make me so mad, why don't you try out for the team if you're such a big hero, goodbye.

Oh Susan, come back, I was only...

Oh holy cats, what's the use? Women.

That Roy Robinson, he's got everything, rich, tall, handsome, and a star on the team.

No wonder the girls are all crazy about him, what can I do?

Gotta work after school to help support poor Aunt May and pay for her medicine.

I can't afford groovy clothes and a meatsy red convertible like Roy Robinson.

No wonder Susan can't see anything in me, with a big man on campus like that swaggering around.

Maybe I could come on big with Susan, if I was on the team.

Sure, with my spider powers I could play rings around that Dar Roy Robinson.

I could be the new star, it's a cinch, and Susan would let me date her.

Wow, I'll do it.

Golly.

Come on in and quit making that racket out there.

Well kid, what is it?

I want to try out for the football team.

Too late, all filled up, come back next season.

But coach, I know I could be one of your star players.

You a star player? Don't make me laugh.

Tell you what I'll do kid, I need a boy to carry water.

You want the job, it's yours.

A water boy?

Susan will sure be impressed.

Meanwhile, far away from Peter's troubles, in a secret sky ship, moored above the city, unseen by any below.

Behind a permanent shield of artificial clouds, a dark plot is brewing in the mind of that mastermind of mystery, the Sky Master.

Listen.

Our plans are almost prepared, number 12, if you learn the whereabouts of the Robinson home.

Yes, Sky Master, a private estate in the edge of town.

Mr. Robinson lives there alone with his son and a small staff of servants.

Excellent, number 12, that all is in readiness for Sky Master to strike again.

Why should we attempt to locate the hiding place of the secret chemical formula for the invisibility serum,

which the Robinson laboratories are preparing for the government,

when we can force the formula from Robinson's lips by kidnapping his only son and holding him captive.

The miserable earth dwellers, how I abominate them and their stupid laws.

The police and the courts sought to outlaw me and to frustrate my plans to free the earth dwellers from their miserable existence,

crawling like worms in the mud over the surface of the world when the skies lie open above.

But I will show them all.

That night has all slept.

A strange menace from the clouds hovered above the home of Roy Robinson and his father, the millionaire chemical industrialist.

Soon I will create a titanic fleet of flying cities to rule the heavens.

All I need is the secret invisibility serum, and I, the Sky Master, shall reign supreme.

Prepare to release the camouflage of artificial clouds.

Release, Sky Master.

Now.

The ground-dwelling fools will never catch the master of the skies.

Coach, have you seen my son Roy?

You, Mr. Robinson, the big chemical man?

You see, Captain, I was right after all.

Roy has been kidnapped by this maniac who calls himself the Sky Master, just as the notes say.

Perhaps you're right, sir. Still sounds like a boy's prank to me.

Sky Master.

Why would that blue-clad criminal kidnap a mere boy?

Because Sky Master wants the secret formula for the invisibility serum,

a new secret weapon that will render our troops totally invisible.

This maniac knows my factory is heavily guarded against spies or saboteurs,

so he chose this clever method to steal the formula by making me give it to him.

But surely you won't do it, sir, will you?

By a formula for invisibility in the hands of a super criminal like Sky Master,

good wreck havoc across the country.

There'd be no stopping this aerial bandit.

Captain, my boy's life is at stake.

This flying fiend will stop at nothing to get the formula,

and I only have until sundown tonight to turn over the formula to him.

Hey, the big game's on tonight.

What'll the team do if Roy Robinson isn't back in time to play?

That's why we'll lose the biggest game of the season.

What a big sap I am.

My big chance, and I'm letting it go by.

If I just stayed home, I might have gotten on the team,

saved the day, won the big game,

gotten a date with Susan, and been a big hero around school.

Hero, ha!

Golly, it's tough being a superhero.

I don't even get a chance to be selfish and think about Peter Parker once in a while.

Sowie, plenty of wind tonight.

No sign of Skymaster yet.

Where can he be hiding, for gosh sakes?

Wow, it's later than I thought.

Only half an hour at a game time,

and almost time for Mr. Robinson to deliver the formula

according to Skymaster's directions.

I've a radio broadcast over a special frequency.

Clever guy, the Skymaster.

That's odd.

The wind is pushing those clouds around,

all except that big, funny-shaped cloud up there.

I wonder.

Of course.

I've been wrong looking for Skymaster's secret hideout on the ground all this evening.

But Skymaster hates us ground dwellers.

He'd never hide down below.

Sure, that's it.

Well, here goes.

I will have the formula in my possession,

and the world will be mine.

Any message on the radio set yet?

Is it tuned to my special frequency?

No message yet, Skymaster. The radio is prepared.

It is almost time for Mr. Robinson to broadcast the formula.

What the...

Correct, Skymaster.

Release the boy, or I'll start slinging fists and webs.

So close to success, and this webbed medlar appears from nowhere.

Master, the signal. The formula is coming in.

Take it down your form while we keep Spider-Man occupied.

Now it's your turn, boss man.

Maybe this will slow you down, you wet wonder.

Master, don't shoot. The control board is over there just behind him.

Listen, the ship is on your own.

Ready for open sea. The instruments are rippled.

I guess that's the end of Skymaster and his crazy schemes to rule the skies.

But now we've got a big game to win, eh, fella?

Fifty seconds left to play, and we're sunk without Roy Robinson.

It's hopeless.

Oh, gee, thanks a lot, Spider-Man, for saving me from that crackpot.

But it's no use expecting me to play this last quarter.

I've been tied up so long my circulation has stopped.

My arms are numb, so even if the football does lucky land in my arms, I don't think I could catch it.

Okay, okay. Just get this helmet on and leave everything to me.

Holy cats, how do I talk myself into these things anyway?

Soft-hearted old Spidey is actually going to help Roy Robinson win the game.

Why do I have to be one of the good guys? Darn it all.

Ray, team Ray. Boy, am I a 14-carat gold-plated sap.

What a fall guy.

Well, I did it again.

You, Parker! Where in the place have you been?

Some crummy kid you turned out to be.

You never even showed up to see your team win.

You wanted to crack at the team, huh?

You can't even be a good water boy.

Get out. You're through.

Yes, even the life of a famous superhero like Spider-Man is not all victory and fame

if you're a born loser, like Peter Parker.

Spider-Man, Spider-Man

Does whatever a spider can

Spins a web any size

Catching speeds just like flies

Look out

Here comes the Spider-Man

Is he strong? Listen, Doug

He's got radioactive blood

Can he 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

Well contained, 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 the Spider-Man