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[narrator] Spider-Man.

[no audible dialogue]

[whistle blows]

[meows]

[no audible dialogue]

[narrator] Spider-Man.

Hmm. If every night was as peaceful as tonight,

Spider-Man would be out of a job.

And frankly I hope it stays this quiet.

[suspenseful music playing]

[phone rings]

[ringing continues]

New York City Power Company.

Yes, sir. Everything's peaceful here.

[honking]

Quick, Mother, call the police!

It's Spider-Man!

I can't! The phones are dead.

And I thought this was going to be a slow night.

[chatter]

[agitated chatter]

There goes another one!

We just lost New York.

The whole east coast is blacked out!

Yes, Mr. President.

Yes, sir. All of our communication satellites

are simply vanishing.

We're doing everything we can Mr...

Mr. President? Mr. President?

Looks like things are finally starting

to get back to normal around here.

But for how long?

And in sports today

[static] Hey!

[woman] The picture's gone.

[man] It's the antenna.

A Spider-Man's work is never done.

I've just been handed a special bulletin.

The fiend responsible for last night's blackoutof the east coast

is taking over all TV broadcasts

right now.

Oh, great. I'm already late

for Dr. Goddard's class in satellites and mass communications.

If I miss one more lecture, he's going to fail me.

People of New York

and the world,

hear my voice.

It was I, Mr. M,

who destroyed your communications

and darkened your cities last night.

And that was only a sample of my powers.

Hmm. This guy's got enough hot air

to light New York.

My terms are simple...

One hundred million dollars in gold

for the return of all the world'scommunications satellites

and my assurance that your cities will have power.

You have three days to decide.

- What's that mean? - Who was that?

Can't something be done to stop him?

So I've got three days to find this mysterious Mr. M

and put a stop to his plans,

and only three minutes to get to Dr. Goddard's class.

Last night's blackout of all power and communications

becomes even stranger when we consider...

Uh, Parker, I'll see you in my office after class.

Just because I've been late to a few classes.

All right, so I've been late to every class.

But now I've got to take Dr. Goddard's dumb thesis

to the printer?

Goddard's been working on this book for 20 years.

If anything happens to it...

Whew. Made it.

Ohh!

Between this mysterious Mr. M and Dr. Goddard,

I haven't slept in more than a day.

Fortunately, I only need a couple of hours' sleep a day.

But nothing's gonna stop me from getting some now.

- [yawn] - [Aunt May] Oh, Peter!

Except Aunt May.

I can't let her see me in bed.

She'll think I'm sick.

[sighs]

- [knock on door] - It's unlocked, Aunt May.

Mercy sakes, Peter, it's a marvel

how you get in here without me seeing you come in.

You can say that again.

Are you studying Greek, dear?

[yawn]

Petey, you've been working much too hard.

You haven't been getting your rest.

Maybe a nap in the afternoon.

Oh, by the way, that nice Dr. Goddard called.

He asked me to remind you that the space people

are launching a satellite tonight.

The new international communications satellite.

Of course.

If our mysterious Mr. M

is going to stop all communications,

he'll have to hijack this rocket.

And he's not going to do that

if your friendly neighborhood web slinger's

got anything to say about it.

We just got word there might be some trouble here tonight,

so spread out and keep your eyes open.

So far my spider sense hasn't picked up a thing.

Maybe my hunch was wrong.

Uh-oh.

Spider-Man!

So you're behind the disappearance

of all the satellites.

You won't get this one. I'm calling...

[muffled shouting]

Now you just play here nice and quiet

until Uncle Spidey gets back.

Countdown continuing.

Launch in five minutes.

I repeat, all systems go.

Launch in four minutes and 50 seconds.

The fools.

Ha. The fools!

I've been from one end of this base to the other,

and no sign of any Mr. M.

Maybe my hunch was...

[high-pitched humming]

Looks like my hunch was right after all.

My spider sense tells me

I'm in for some trouble.

Now to see just who this Mr. M really is.

Hmm. Our mystery villain seems shy.

Somehow I find a shy super-villain hard to picture.

So maybe my automatic camera

will help me put it in focus.

And now for a surprise inspection.

Four minutes till launch and counting.

And four minutes till the world again witnesses

the mighty power of Magneto.

With my magnetic magnifier,

I can multiply my magnetic powers a thousand times.

Three minutes and 30 seconds till launch,

and counting.

Even the mighty engines of a rocket

will be like toys compared to my power.

And now let's see what's behind door number 1.

[grunting]

What?

Spider-Man!

Magneto.

I should have guessed.

It would have done you no good,

web slinger.

A magnetic suspension beam

will keep you out of my way

for a while.

What?

Up here, bucket head.

Wow. That was almost too easy.

Look out below.

Ha! Don't be a fool, web head.

I can draw up on the magnetic powers

of this entire planet.

Do you think these puny threads

will stop me?

I was sort of hoping they would.

I'd love to stand here

and trade witty lines, Spider-Man,

but there is no time now.

Please accept my hospitality, though.

And make yourself comfortable.

Now to use my magnetic powers to stop that rocket.

There is now one minute till launch.

All systems go.

In less than a minute, it'll be all systems stop.

Don't you ever get tired

playing the evil scientist bit, turret top?

Spider-Man!

It's so nice when people remember your name.

Too bad for you you keep forgetting

about the speed and agility of the spider.

Your junk pile welcoming committee missed me by a mile.

I underestimated you once, web slinger,

but there's no escape for you now.

Give it up, fool.

Your power can't match mine.

Anything you say, hot shot.

Now to get a picture for Dr. Goddard

of that rocket blasting off.

Now that's what I call a pretty picture.

I knew if I played dead you'd get overconfident,

careless.

Let that be a lesson to you, web head.

We have T minus ten, nine, eight, seven...

Now to put my super magnetic powers to work.

Three, two, one.

Lift off.

No! This is impossible.

That rocket has more than one million pounds of thrust.

Nothing can hold it down.

No! Stop!

[cheering]

So, it was you, you meddlesome insect.

Aw, shucks. It was nothing.

And nothing is what you'll be when I'm through with you!

I always knew being a superhero

was out of this world, but...

There. That's better.

[man] It's not light enough!

[man 2] She'll never stay in orbit.

[woman] It'll burn up on re-entry.

That extra weight it's carrying won't let it reach orbit.

The satellite will separate from the nose cone

in five seconds.

Somehow I've got to...

Huh?

The satellite's completely out of control.

Within five minutes, it'll hit the earth's atmosphere and burn.

And a fitting end for a meddlesome do-gooder.

This magnetic bubble won't stop my web fluid

if I can just shoot out a spider line.

Should be smooth sailing from here on.

Oh, great. We're hitting the upper atmosphere.

That means we'll be burning up in a matter of minutes.

Yo! I'm really in the hot seat now.

There's only one thing to do.

There. That's better.

Now for a little maneuvering control.

I'll be able to glide it in like the space shuttle.

But where? I've still got to stop.

Magneto's plan to blackmail the world.

I know. If I can just get inside this satellite.

All satellites are controlled by a magnetic tracking device.

If I can just find it.

Got it!

Looks like at least some

of what I learned in Dr. Goddard's class

is going to pay off, and big.

I just hope I can make it back in time

to pick up his book from the printer's.

Now all I have to do is point this at the good old Earth,

and when it points at Magneto...

Got him!

Now to drop in for a surprise visit.

Government needs more time

to meet $100 million ransom demand!

Government needs more time!

Time? I've given them enough time.

Maybe a demonstration will speed them up.

With my magnetic magnifier,

I can send my powers over very long distances.

[yawns]

Hey! Hey, what's going on?

Come back!

[elephant trumpets]

Look! In the sky!

[man] Watch out!

[man 2] Run! Run!

[shouting]

[woman] Look out!

[chattering]

That was only a small taste of my powers now.

What? Spider-Man?

[grumbling] Web crawler has more lives than a cat.

I'll give my dear friend a welcome he'll never forget.

Yes.

I knew Easter Island was an odd place,

but these ancient statues really give me the willies.

It's almost as if they're alive.

I would have to say alive, wouldn't I?

[drums beating]

It's time I put Magneto's toy soldiers to bed.

Now to find Magneto and put a stop to his plans.

You've interfered with my plans for the last time,

you... you insect!

Seems to me I've heard that before.

Your overconfidence will be the end of you yet, web head!

That's strike one, spit ball.

Fun and games time is over, my friend.

This is for keeps!

That's what I've been waiting for, Jocko.

What is it? What have you done?

Just turned your own evil force back on yourself.

While I was gliding the satellite down to your island,

I modified this miniature microwave relay.

It amplifies magnetic radiation

and aims it back at the source.

Pretty clever, don't you think?

Say cheese.

You still haven't beaten me, web head.

The Earth is still without its communications satellites.

Ha ha ha ha!

Not for long.

A little spider magic.

Your power will drain into the magnifier,

power the machine,

and return every satellite to its proper orbit.

Very clever, Spider-Man.

But you still don't know where I hid them.

There's only one place you could have hidden them.

[beeping]

Get me the President.

Mr. President, our satellites have just returned, sir.

You may have won this time, web slinger,

but you haven't seen the last of Magneto.

[grunt]

Well, it's nice to have everything back to normal.

Or almost normal.

At least one good thing came out of all this.

J. Jonah Jameson, publisher of the Daily Bugle,

loved my pictures of Spider-Man fighting Magneto.

- [clock chimes] - Oh, great. I was supposed to pick up

Dr. Goddard's book

from the printer at noon.

It's time I put on some spider steam.

First, I want to thank

my good friend J. Jonah Jameson,

publisher of the Daily Bugle,

for sending these pictures over.

Note the skill and grace

with which Spider-Man moves in these action shots.

Note the fine coordination and the...

Ah, Parker. My new textbook.

Please pass them out to the class.

As I was saying,

Spider-Man represents the ultimate

in grace and coordination.

I believe I was saying something about

grace and coordination.