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What awful thing is happening?

It must be M.A.D.

maladjusted, antisocial, and darn mean. A terrible organization of scientists

spent on destroying the world for their own gain.

Call in the Army.

Call in the Navy.

Call in Tom of T-H-U-M-B.

On the ball and ready for action, T-T.

MAD has come up with their most fiendish device yet.

Typical.

They've succeeded in mastering reverse polarization.

They've broken the law of gravity.

The rats. They've been snitching all our national monuments, and we're helpless.

All our heavyweight equipment is useless against their anti-gravity ray gun.

We need someone so tiny he's almost weightless to begin with.

Gotcha!

Gravity doesn't mean beans to Tom of PHUMB.

Hey, boss, look back.

Oh,

he got the Pentagon.

How rotten can you get?

Well, we do.

Follow that Pentagon.

on a fuel bus, and make a powerful swing out, work up another big bumble for a

swinging jack, push the ejector button, and hit the cell.

Hey, look down there.

That's an anti-gravity control station, or I'll eat my laser beam.

What luck.

Well, Newton, we triumph again.

Wait, Galileo. I spot something strange on the radar scope.

Look.

It's that blasted Tom of PHUMB.

Give him a shot of anti-gravity.

Send him up like everything else.

Only a few feet from the ground.

Anti-gravity ray!

Blast it! They got me!

I'm okay.

Quick, grab one of my shoot strings.

So, gravity don't mean burns to you, huh? You never miss something till you

lose it.

Oh, wait a minute, boss. I got a mop.

Don't let go.

Hey, boss, maybe if I tore up my shirt, I made a tail for you. I'm a secret

agent, not a kite, you boob. Hey, look.

The control station.

What block?

We've got to destroy it.

How are we going to do that?

By utilizing the many tactical advantages offered by our unique size.

So how?

Search me.

Wait a minute.

There's a milk delivery truck coming down the road.

What luck.

Even M.A.D. guys drink milk. Our problem is solved.

What luck. That's my line.

If there's one thing I enjoy, it's these 11 a.m. milk days.

Down the hatch.

Easy now.

Easy.

It's Tom of PHUMB.

That's him before he destroys the reverse polarization intimidator that

will put the gravity gun out of commission.

The blazer is a reverse polarization intimidator. I don't know. Unless it's

that glowing red box down there with a sign reading reverse polarization

intimidator. That could be it. We've got to take the chance.

Drop one of your miniature atomic charges on it.

So, Chief, Chief, that's a story.

Everything's back to normal.

Not everything, you ninny.

What a rotten thing to happen to a boss good guy like Tom of

THUMB.