All language subtitles for 51 - Down To Earth

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 dud, 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, 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!

And there it is now, rabbit ear meteor, the space traveler that has everybody guessing, you decide, is it terrestrial, is it celestial, man made on Earth or merely made from a hunk of inanimate meteor, or perhaps made in space, by creatures other than man, it certainly has the ear marks.

Yes, these are the pictures beamed to us from our satellite tracking stations, as the curious comet whirled into our atmosphere emitting a strange, curious cold, and these are the questions on the lips of space experts today, where does it come from, who made it, who's inside.

Should our planet now prepare for the landing of visitors not of this world? Thus, ragers, a great debate, which may soon explode into the most important news story in the history of all mankind.

Ah, now there's a story I'd sure like to cover, but how do you cover it, get close up pictures, any ideas? If we only knew where that meteor was coming down, we could put a photographer smack on the spot, and boy, would that be a scoop, yeah, something new, different, our circulation would shoot sky high, we'd sure sell plenty of papers, why not, that's what the people want, excitement.

We could only give it to them, sure, instead of this stuff, same old stories, same old faces, you know what's wrong with your pictures, Parker, no sock, only want something imaginative, something new, something like, hello, Olsen, what, what, the North Pole, Olsen, you're sure you're sure about this, okay, good work, Olsen, get everything ready, I'll clear the details.

Hello, operator, operator, this is Jameson, call the airport quick, tell him to warm up the plane.

What happened, Mr. Jameson?

Rabbit ear meteor came down, and I've got the word on where, it's landed smack on the North Pole, and we've got the drop on the rest of the world, Parker, you're gonna find that meteor before anyone else does.

Me? Olsen's standing by now to go north with you, you're gonna bring back that rock, or at least get me a good set of pictures.

Yes, sir. Oh, and Parker, if there are any little green men inside, you can bring them back too. Yes, I can see the headlines now. Great space mystery solved, meteor found by the bugle, little green men rescued, say they owe it all to J. Jonah Jameson.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir, read it all in the bugle.

Wow, first time I saw a thunder snowstorm, how close are we to the pole?

Pretty near, we're icing up, controls freezing. Come on to radio, I'll fix. Hello, hello, this is Osa Olsen, piloting the Dayton Bugle snow split, calling anyone caught in a bad storm just short of the pole.

We are bogging down, May Day. May Day? It's no good, Peter, we've had it. Do you see any shelter? I don't know, it all looks pretty unfriendly to me. Well, for better or worse, we're caulking out.

Osa, this place is completely uncharted. Take your pick anywhere. We'll be landing clear off the map. That is, if we land in one piece, hang on. Iceberg, pull her up. Too late.

Osa, Osa, are you okay? Osa! Osa! I guess she's outside.

Footprints, here at the pole? And shoeless, something made off with her. Maybe some sort of abominable snowman. Where could they have taken her? I've got to find out. One thing sure, she won't last long in this environment. Who could?

Only abomination. Snowmen.

Old rabbit ear, the missing meteor. Great God of warmth, giver of fire and life, your brother God, the air has dropped out of the goodness of his breath, this gift.

May it please you, almighty Colonel, we offer you the great heavenly egg, which you may hatch into the heat to warm the heart of our taverns. May it please you, old great Colonel.

So that's it. Snowmen live in underground caves warmed by their geyser God. Now we're going to throw the meteor down the geyser like fuel to a furnace.

Oh no, the meteor will plug the pipe, the pressure will build, and how? The whole pole will go up. Melting ice cap could flood the world. For their own good, I've got to stop them. It's the only way.

Whoa!

He must be Super Snake. What a grip.

Baby, you need a bridle. That'll teach him to keep his mouth shut. Now for those snowmen, before they blow the whole place sky high.

Better go slow.

Just like iron.

Okay, better take the air route.

There they are now. If I could only find...

Spider-Man!

Oh, sir.

How did you?

When you send out a Mayday, you never know who'll turn up.

Spider-Man, I made a test on that meteor or whatever it is. It's highly radioactive. The snowmen are going to drop it down the geyser. You know what that means.

I'm on my way.

How do I make them understand?

And how do I get out of this one?

Uh-oh, time to go upstairs.

I sure hope they had Medicare. Better keep moving.

Here's where I see what's inside.

Uh-oh, I don't like the looks of this place. Better move on.

Getting the wild sensation. Like something's watching me. Like...

Sorry, but I'm not sticking around a shed light on this side.

Sorry, but I'm not sticking around a shed light on this subject.

This place is full of surprises. One false step and... What now? Better get airborne.

Cornered by what?

By what?

Looks like lights out.

Are you sure rolling out the red carpet? For me, don't think I'd care to oblige.

Oh, daylight. I can take care of old Helmut Hump and get myself out of here all at once, if I'm lucky.

Oh, lucky I keep my energy up.

How's this for fallen idols?

Well, I don't know how to pull them off. The geyser, I almost forgot. I've still got the North Pole to save.

The Devil Man, come out ice cavern to haunt us again. This fiery stone must be his home.

Throw it to our great god of warmth. Let his heat consume it and give us warmth.

If they drop the meteor down that well, they've got no idea how fast it'll get warm here.

Hope Osa kept up with him. I've got a feeling we may want to get out of here fast.

Ain't it like a woman to keep you waiting? Not to act soon.

Spider-Man, there you are. I was afraid you'd vanished for keeps inside that cavern.

I'd almost given up hope you'd ever return.

Sorry I got sidetracked, Osa, but I had my hands full.

So had I, trying to think of a way to stop them from dropping that radioactive meteor down that geyser and blasting the whole pole apart.

Not to mention us. I tried leading them on falls trail, wild goose chases, but nothing would work.

Okay, okay, Osa, I'm here to help now. Now it's too late. Look!

Great sacrificial meteors. Once the fire burns through those logs, the stone will fall to the bottom of the geyser.

Pow! The whole world will feel it. What can we do?

Campbell. Oh, great Colonel. Take this gift we beg you. Exchange its great radiance for the heat which warms our cave.

If I can just get enough lines on it in time...

Uh-oh.

What?

Let go!

What the hell?

Holy rocket rots!

Great disguise, spaceships. Better pay off before we go into orbit.

How's that?

All clear.

How about that, Pete? The media turned out to be a spaceship after all.

Guess the radioactivity came from its nuclear engines.

It sure took off in a hurry. The green men went back where they came from.

Yeah. I guess they resented the hot foot. Shucks. And I didn't even get a picture.

Boy, we'll change some B-Man.

Maybe you can redeem yourself. Get an interview with Spider-Man.

She? You think you can arrange it, Osa?

Sure. I'll talk to him.

Yeah. Maybe sooner than you think.

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

Spins a web any size, catches seeds 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 pain. Wherever there's a pain, you'll find a Spider-Man.