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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 pain, wherever there's a pain, you'll find a Spider-Man.
Help, I've been robbed! Hang on, Louie.
Millions!
Ah, when the clock strikes, we strike.
Neat holler, Dr. Cool. My midnight hauls are always neat, aren't they, Guard? Better put the ice on ice.
Wow, what a front for hot ice.
Yes, we will set the nuclear thermostat for absolute zero.
In this super-frosted form, it will be impossible to discern our hot ice from the ordinary variety.
Then, right under the noses of international customs, we will make the customary shipments at customary profit.
Yeah, Doc, a real gem of a setup. I wonder what we'll get for this.
About 10 to 20 years, I'd guess.
Spider-Man! Of course, there's always time off for good behavior, and you fellas are going to behave, aren't you?
Oh, yeah? I'll get ya.
Sit down.
Garth, I suggest you take this gentleman's advice.
My dog!
It appears he has us at the advantage.
I bow to your good sense.
Just what the doctor ordered.
How cold!
Tie him up.
If you can hear me, wet wonder, in your semi-stupor, know then that I prescribe for your meddlesome intrusion this chilling fate.
When we leave here, the temperature will drop to minus 459 degrees.
Absolute zero.
At that temperature, all your body's molecular motion will suddenly cease.
And since this refrigeration unit is nuclear powered, you will probably keep forever on ice.
And you have heard, have you not, wet wonder, of the incredible delusions that come in the mind as it numbs.
Yes, people imagine all sorts of things before their frozen doom.
Now you shall see.
Sweet dream.
Hard to get leverage.
Still weak.
But I've got to get loose before the cold takes over.
Mercury's dropping fast.
Toward absolute zero.
It sure feels good to move again.
I guess the nuclear power ran down in record time.
Wow, how long have I been sleeping?
All this wasn't here before.
I would have remembered when I came in.
And how long ago was that?
Good grief.
The beasts have taken over, but how?
Why?
Caveman.
Rasta.
I've got to keep my senses, got to keep my head.
Despite all that's going on, however it happened and however I got here,
I've got to survive.
Now get cracking.
Puto, Rasta.
It's set for a bring-down.
Say, stick around. I may use you.
Rasta, Rasta.
Oh, time to get some altitude.
Rasta!
Better hang on.
Looks like the end of the line.
Wonder what?
Hey, what's this?
Just one chance.
Is trunks as strong as a truck?
Gotta work fast.
Hang on, boy.
Here comes the blow.
Now tie the final knot.
Well, the bigger they come...
Although looks like more trouble.
And here it comes.
Time to split.
We're not out of this yet.
Spider-Man, eh?
Yes, but who are you?
Yes, man.
I just stopped in off my regular run to pick up a load.
Figured I'd get caught up on my work, you know.
Lucky for you, I did.
Boy, it sure was cold in here.
I know my ice, and I figure you must have been like that at least 24 hours.
24 hours?
Yeah.
He was almost a carner.
Somebody turned the thermostat way down at absolute zero.
Boy, he must be some kind of a nut.
No.
Well, he's a mighty, cool customer.
Well, in your racket, I guess you meet all kinds.
You say this isn't your regular run.
No, I'm not supposed to pick up the ice here till morning.
But I got a little ahead, and I figured, what's the harm?
You sure figured right.
Like I was saying, but who could have froze you up like that?
Mm-hmm.
They obviously planned to do away with me before the Ice Man got here.
So I guess I can soon expect another visit from the crooked Dr. Cool.
What time is it?
It's midnight.
Gee, what are you going to do?
I think I'll get set for a hot reception.
Yeah, Doc. A real gem of a setup.
I wonder what we'll get for this.
This time, you'll get the cooler.
Spider-Man, no!
I've got to hand it to you, Spider-Man.
They sure were a pair of slippery garages.
How did you handle it?
I don't know.
I guess you could say I just kept my cool.
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