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Thank you Bob.

Yes, this year's Shilly Thanksgiving Day Parade

is a real landmark,

combining the latest in animatronics and robotics

with the parade's traditional popular characters.

And speaking of popular,

as we promised you earlier,

here come the world famous Avengers.

I do not understand this ritual.

Well-visioned parades are kind of celebration.

They're fun.

So, it is fun to stand exposed

to a windshield factor of minus 10

and view oddly decorated vehicles

and large bags of hay.

It's more than that.

What's that?

Avengers, assemble.

Henry, what is going on?

It's like the balloons are possessed.

Each of you find a target

and get it clear of all these people.

On it, boss man.

Time to cut that dragon down to size.

Henry, wait.

If you grow that large.

Jan, I've got to.

What's happening?

It's growing too fast.

Can't control my pimp particles.

Henry!

Henry, look out!

Move to your right.

Whoa.

Whoa.

I'm coming to help you.

No, Jan.

Stay with the team.

I've got to get back to the lab.

Please, just stop those machines.

Increasing density.

That gives me an idea.

Dreams of destiny change.

Diabra, Falcon, it's the matrix maneuver.

On my signal, go!

I think we've put this one to bed.

Nice work, Avenger.

Let's let the police take it from here.

Now, we have to help Henry.

Must be a way to turn this thing off.

What's the matter with Giant Man?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, gracious, Dr. Pym!

I'm just, I'm just, I'm just, Jarvis!

Henry, it's me.

You're safe at home.

It is possible that something external

triggered the accelerated growth of the Pym Particles.

Look, Hawkeye, I'm still kinda new around here.

What are these Pym Particles?

Well, they're what makes wasps shrink.

Something about displacing the body mass.

Except now, for some reason,

Hank can't shut 'em off.

I have accessed the mansion's medical records.

Ant-Man's cardiovascular system

cannot take the strain much longer.

What do you mean?

If he grows to a height of 150 feet, he will die.

I must return to my work.

While the Avengers are commended

for their quick reaction to this morning's parade disaster,

Ant-Man's own uncontrolled growth

contributed to the estimated $70 million worth of damage.

One of Ant-Man, now Giant Man's former colleagues,

has joined a growing chorus of condemnation.

Even back at the university,

I knew Dr. Pym's experiments in size manipulation

would lead to disaster.

Frankly, it wouldn't surprise me

if his so-called Pym Particles created interference

that caused that parade to run amok.

Humpty Dumpty's trying to blame us?

So, you know that egghead?

It was a long time ago.

We have to find out what caused those floats

to go haywire.

No, no, that's not important now, Henry.

You are my first priority.

If we can't control your growth.

I know, I know.

All right.

You and Vision stay and work with me on a cure.

The rest of you, check out the parade route.

Stay cool, big guy.

We got it.

We've scanned this thing's whole computer system.

So far, there is no sign of anything

that could have made Ant-Man grow out of control.

Wanda, I got an idea.

Run that parade footage again.

Hey, who's the clown with the bubbles?

I have never trusted clowns.

It's Egghead.

Oh yeah, looks like I just got a target.

Now hang on Hawkeye, just 'cause Egghead's in the parade

doesn't mean he did anything to Ant-Man.

Look at the tape, Egghead never touches him.

I agree with Tigra.

There is no evidence of contact.

Oh yes, there is.

Check out the chemical scan.

Those aren't ordinary bubbles.

You're right, that's how he did it.

Now that's slick.

Egghead spikes the bubbles and Ant-Man just breathes it in.

Ah, that's not nice.

But without the liquid Egghead used to make,

we're no closer to helping Hank than when we started.

Maybe we are.

Dragon Breath here got a face

full of those bubbles too, right?

Yes, but if Wasp and Vision can analyze the residue,

maybe they can figure out a cure.

Come on!

Begging your part, Mrs. Pym, but you have guests.

Don't!

There, ladies and gentlemen, lies the overgrown

Dr. Henry Pym, a victim of his own arrogance.

Star!

Only a second-rate scientist could have gotten

into such dire straits.

Whereas I, Elias, starve.

Look, Elias, you have no right to come in here,

exploiting Henry's condition to promote yourself.

If you're so brilliant, help us to save him.

I thought you'd never ask.

I took the liberty of developing this countermeasure.

Simple, really, if you know what you're doing.

This solution will purge Henry's hypothalamus

of Pym particles, thereby recalibrating

his otometabolic nervous system.

In layman's terms, it'll push his reset button.

His approach does sound logical.

I don't care.

I don't trust him.

No!

What do you think you're doing?

I think I'm trying to save your husband, Jan.

Henry?

I suppose I should thank you.

No need.

I'm just glad I finally had the chance

to bring Henry Pym down to size.

How long do you know?

How long have you known?

I don't have the time.

It is, you hear?

This egghead thing, I just don't think--

That insufferable little--

Lost vision.

The parade was a trap.

Egghead set it all up.

Henry?

Henry?

Wait, he's gone, no!

Where'd he go?

Perhaps he did not go anywhere.

You mean he kept on shrinking?

Everyone stop, don't make a move.

Oh boy, I hope that's a piece of gum.

Not funny, Hawkeye.

Henry, Henry, do you read me?

Yes, Jan, I read you.

Where are you?

I'm not sure, it looks familiar, but, whoa!

I'm on the cot!

Henry, what happened?

Henry?

I believe I was just run over by a herd of dust mites.

Dust mites?

Are you all right?

I'm okay, yes, except for the fact.

Egghead pulled a fast one on us.

Given his current rate of reduction,

his body mass will implode at a subatomic level

in approximately one hour.

You're just one big ball of sunshine, aren't ya?

Hey boss, back at the parade,

Egghead was the clown with the bubbles.

We think they're what triggered your pin particles.

Yes, that's possible, Jan!

What is it, Henry?

I've got an idea.

Remember what Egghead said about resetting

my on/off switch?

Yes, so?

I want you and Vision to compare any bubble residue

with the so-called antidote Egghead gave me.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

If we analyze the two, maybe we'll find

some common trigger point which will...

Henry?

Henry!

We have to help him.

That is inadvisable.

You might crush him in the process.

Hey guys, we gotta do something.

Look, just find Egghead and bring him back here.

We'll find an antidote, trust me.

One way or another, we'll save my husband.

Please be all right, Henry, please.

In spite of Dr. Pym's dramatic return

to normal size earlier today,

the media has been banned from the Avengers Mansion,

leading to speculation that all is not well with Ant-Man.

Why, speculate?

I know my toxin is working.

Henry Pym should be a mere spec by now.

I do believe I have guests.

Pym's little playmates, no doubt.

Time to have some fun.

Guess they know we're here, let's move it.

Tyra, you, me, and Falcon

will draw Clockhead's attention.

That leaves me to do what?

To find this playground's command center

and hex it out of commission.

Where are all the security guards?

Sorry, I asked.

Scarlet Witch, the command center.

I'm on my way.

Egghead's been busy.

Hawkeye, Tyra, incoming.

Where's your big shot, micro leader now, Avengers?

Where?

I'll tell you where.

Eating his own dust.

Jam, Vision, can anyone read me?

Don't move.

At this size, every step you take

is like a 10-point earthquake.

Same goes for Vision.

Understood, decreasing density.

Ant-Man, would it not be wise to test this formula

via simulation before you use it?

There's no time.

Besides, if it's the wrong one, I'm dead anyway.

Do it.

It is done.

But how are we to administer it to Ant-Man?

He is so small.

Don't forget, Vision.

Henry's not the only one who can shrink.

Jam, to sacrifice yourself for Henry

is to jeopardize the leadership of the Avengers.

Vision, any one of you is capable

of leading the Avengers, but I love Henry.

And I'm gonna take this chance.

Without that, the Avengers wouldn't even exist.

Control systems use software,

but software has potential for failure.

Let us improve the odds.

Wings of destiny change.

What?

What happened?

Nice shooting, girlfriend.

They'll never make me crack.

What?

Hang on, Henry.

Here I come.

Unhand me, you worms.

No, no, not my husband.

No, not like this.

His death was most unfortunate.

Yes.

Yes.

Dead.

Finished.

I won.

I, Elias Starr, have destroyed the celebrated Henry Pym.

You said he was dead.

It felt strange to me, but it was appropriate.

I believe the term is I lied.

But I designed the Hypothalamus override myself.

No one could have found an antidote.

No one?

Oh, you mean this antidote we developed?

What?

You couldn't possibly.

What's going on?

What have you done to me?

Hey, hey.

I thought you needed to have

pin particles inside you to shrink.

I put some in the spray,

but modified with a short half-life.

They'll wear off in a few hours.

I'm warning you.

I'm rich, rich.

I'll sue.

I have four lawyers.

Then you have underwear.

You'll see.

Hey!

Put a lid on it, will ya?

Officers, arrest Dr. Starr.

I'll file a complaint if you'll pardon the expression shortly.

But you can watch Egghead's confession in the meantime.

In the wake of the arrest of Dr. Elias Starr,

the infamous Egghead,

the Avengers have been vindicated of any wrongdoing.

They've even been asked to return as Grand Marshals

in next year's Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Now here's entertainment news with Ron Myrick.

I think I've had it with parades.

But Tigra, I thought you said they were fun.

Ooh, I don't know.

Henry, what do you think?

Avengers, how about Thanksgiving in--

Bermuda?