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Skrull-bot. Don't forget your lovely parting gifts.

Hold off on those reinforcements. The Fantastic Four are here.

So, the little firefly wants to play at war.

Lieutenant, order the K50 robot to annihilate that flaming nuisance.

The Skrull robot's third eye is open but not firing.

Obviously a targeting device. Ben.

Say no more. One super-size Skrull shiner coming up.

Attaboy, Benjy. The black eye from Old Blue Eyes. Flame on.

Quite a wallop you're packing.

Thanks. I learned from the best.

Ben. Play... spheroid?

You mean play ball, you nutty professor.

Our attack has failed.

Abort invasion and return to the Skrull Galaxy at once.

But my day will come, Fantastic Four.

Even now the circle of fate continues to tighten around you.

Nice work, old friend.

Any red-blooded American Thing would have done the same.

It's Sis. She's not moving.

Our top story. Sue Richards of the Fantastic Four

sustained head injuries during an epic battle routing the Skrulls.

Doctors at St Joseph's list her in critical condition. In other news...

Come on, Sis. You've gotta pull through. You just gotta.

- I need you. - Susan.

Keep your little rubber chin up, stretcho. She's gonna make it.

Susie's a fighter.

- Mr Richards. - Doctor.

- Will she? Is she? - It's not good.

Mrs Richards has a piece of shrapnel embedded in her brain.

- Suze. - But surely you can operate.

I'm afraid it requires surgery beyond my capabilities,

or that of anyone else on our staff.

In fact, there's only one surgeon I know of

who's ever performed such an operation successfully.

Who? Where is he? Let's get him already.

I wish it were so easy, young man.

The doctor I'm referring to disappeared many years ago.

He's not likely to show up now.

Don't be too sure of that, Doctor.

- Dr Storm. - Dad?

Hello, son.

Wait a minute. How in the?

Dad.

But I don't get it. Sis said you were dead.

Dr Storm, there's no time to lose.

We'll prep your daughter for surgery. This way.

I must be thinking of some other superheroes.

I always thought the kid and Susie was orphans.

That's what she wanted everyone to think. Even Johnny.

How long's it gonna take? They've been in there hours.

Listen, hang in there, kid. Oh, it's over.

Susan, darling. She looks so pale.

She's going to be fine. I expect a full recovery.

Susie girl's gonna be OK.

Thank heavens.

I've got my Susan back. I have never been so happy to meet someone...

Dr Franklin Storm?

Detective, I've been expecting you.

You have the right to remain silent...

Be serious.

- What's going on? - What's this all about?

We've had a warrant out for Storm for years.

We felt this might bring him out of hiding.

- On what charge? What's he done? - Franklin Storm is wanted for murder.

What?

I tell you, Susie, we've been bluer than Smurf-berries all week without you.

Except for me, there ain't a single pretty face to look at around here.

You all look pretty terrific to me, too. It's so good to be home.

Sue, I know I get a little too obsessed with my work,

but when I thought I might lose you.

There's so much I don't know about you. So much you've kept locked up.

- It's OK. - Yeah.

The fact our father was alive and wanted for murder.

- You never bothered to tell me. - Johnny.

It's alright, Reed. Johnny, I'm sorry, but you were so young.

I was trying to protect you.

Maybe it's about time you let your baby brother grow up, big sister.

You're right. Reed, hand me the photo album in the drawer next to you.

- Remember this, Johnny? - Look.

There's Torchy when he was just a little matchstick.

This was before Mother and Father left for the Medical Society dinner.

The Society was honouring Dad for his surgical work.

That was the night Mother died.

It wasn't his fault, but Dad was never the same.

He was lost without Mother. He started gambling.

And losing. He borrowed money from the wrong people.

When they came to collect, he couldn't pay.

They threatened to hurt his children, us.

There was a fight. The gun went off.

It was an accident. Dad didn't think anyone would believe him.

He started running and he never stopped.

He called once to tell me he was OK.

He felt it would be easier if you thought he was dead.

I didn't know.

- No. It's impossible. - Prepare yourself for a journey.

Ajourney from which there is no return.

While I prepare for my mission.

The beginning of the end for the Fantastic Four.

- I hope they treat him alright. - Dad.

Dad. It's so good to see you.

Reed spoke to our attorney, Matt Murdoch.

- He's taking on your case. - That won't be necessary.

- What do you mean? - Dad, are you alright?

More than alright. During my years in hiding,

I've been developing a formula that alters the cells of my DNA.

- A formula to make myself invincible. - Sit down. You know the rules.

Your insipid rules have just been changed.

- Dad. - Hold it right there, Storm.

There is no more Dr Franklin Storm. Make way for the Invincible Man.

There. The new Power Ray is installed.

A completely clean energy source for the Fantasticar.

I got the idea from watching that Skrull robot.

The Power Ray draws energy from beyond the solar system and...

Stretch, the emergency signal.

Behold the might of the Invincible Man.

Dad, stop. What are you doing?

So, you're finally all here.

Then it's time for a long overdue father-son talk.

- Dad, this is insane. - You dare speak that way to me?

Dr Storm, please, listen to reason.

Sue, what do I do? I can't attack my own father.

Susie, you gotta stop your old man before we have to hurt him.

Everyone, stand back.

Reed, no.

Why, thank you, daughter, dear. Your assistance has been invaluable.

Did you see that? The Invisible Woman helped that madman get away.

What'd you expect? After all, he's family.

I'm sorry, Reed, but I couldn't let you hurt my father.

What's the matter?

My dear, loving children. Need a lift?

Now, let's make it nice and toasty cosy.

- This firetrap is shrinking. - Johnny, try and absorb the flame.

It's no good. He keeps regenerating the fire as fast as I can absorb it.

Fire, force fields, he has all our powers combinred.

Yes, he does. Of course. That's it.

Dad!

Dad.

Reed, what have you done to my father?

- That is not your real father. - What are you talking about?

Return the real Dr Storm at once, or this impostor will be destroyed.

- Ben, grab him. - OK, stretcho.

- No, don't believe him. He's lying. - Am I?

- Super-Skrull! - Of course, witless Earthlings.

Did you think the Skrull Empire would allow me to stay trapped

in that little volcanic prison of yours?

If you'll remember, Super-Skrull's power is beamed in from the Skrull Galaxy,

so it's a simple matter to jam the frequency with my Power Ray.

It was a Skrull plan to divide and discredit the Fantastic Four.

Pretty smooth sleuthing, Sherlock.

Once again the Fantastic Four has beaten you, Morrat.

Will you finally give up your obsession with the Earth?

No, my loving princess.

If we expect your father to consent to our marriage,

I need to prove myself worthy. I'm not beaten yet.

Why doesn't something happen? Maybe they never even...

Must be trash pick-up day.

- Dad! - No, stay away!

Don't come any closer.

- No! - Doc.

- They booby-trapped him. - No. He isn't...

- I'll call an ambulance. - It'll be too late, Ben.

Oh, Dad.

That explosion was meant for us and he knew it.

He willingly gave his life to save ours.

- Your father is a very brave man. - Don't... cry, Susan.

Or you, Johnny. Don't feel sorry for me.

I let life defeat me years ago. Didn't have the courage to face it.

But I've found that courage now. And more important, I've found you.

Morrat, how could you do something so cruel?

Anelle, I...

Warlord Morrat. Our science officer

has uncovered some new data you may find interesting.

Oh, yes.

Very.

It isn't fair. We found our father again, just to lose him.

Those stinking Skrulls are gonna pay for this big time.

Even if I have to burn down their whole blasted galaxy.

I understand how you feel,

but, remember, there's a difference between justice and vengeance.

I don't care. I swear I'm gonna find the Skrull who did this...

You bet, kid. Even if we've gotta fight us

a whole planet of green guys with bad complexions.

What?

Man. I didn't mean right this minute.

Sue, quickly. A force-field barrier.

Fire.

What happened? My force field just dissolved.

Flame on.

My flame.

Time for a Skrull round-up.

- I can't seem to stretch. - This toothpick just put on weight.

Now, contain them with the lmmobiliser Ray.

Did you hear that? Nothing but a puny whap.

Face facts, the Skrull atmosphere has neutralised our powers.

I still don't understand.

If the Skrulls could just beam us here, why didn't they do it long ago?

Their beam needs either Super-Skrull or another strong source to guide it in.

Unfortunately, my new Power Ray gave them just that signal.

Then that's it. We're Skrull kibble.

Not necessarily. I have an idea.

My darling, you must tell my father the wondrous news of your triumph.

- Then he will consent... - Of course, my beloved.

You know I have no secrets from our noble Emperor.

- Now, go. I have much to do. - Alright.

Lieutenant, execute the Earth prisoners at once.

At once. When our people learn

the Fantastic Four have died at the hands of Morrat,

I will be acclaimed the Skrull Galaxy's greatest hero.

It will then be my sad duty to succeed our beloved Emperor,

after his untimely demise.

- At my command, fire. - Wait. Don't shoot.

I have something valuable to trade in return for our lives.

- Speak. And speak fast. - You know who I am

and how my scientific skill has defeated you in the past.

- But now I offer you... the universe. - What?

I do not trust you, Earthling.

What have you to lose by hearing me out?

What? The Fantastic Four? Here? Captured? Why was I not told?

But Warlord Morrat promised to inform you immediately, Father.

Morrat. That untrustworthy martinet. He has told me nothing.

By my sceptre, this smacks of the highest treason. Come.

This Power Ray will enable a born leader like yourself

to achieve his rightful place as Supreme Ruler of the Skrull Galaxy.

- Here, I'll show you. - Take care or your wife perishes.

Reed, how can you? You know this piece of crud will use it to attack Earth.

Shut up. Don't tell me what to do.

Shut up? You're selling out our planet and we're supposed to shut up?

- Why, you yellow-bellied... - Shut up, both of you.

I'm the one who makes the decisions for this team.

Reed, no.

- That goes for you, too, Susan. - Well, aren't we ruthless.

How very... Skrull.

Thank you. I believe I know how to use this now.

Like this.

- Why don't you fall like the others? - Because the ray is a power source,

not a weapon. It's exactly what we needed to restore our super-powers.

Flame on.

- How was my acting there, buddy? - De Niro ain't gonna lose any sleep.

Destroy them!

Call for reinforcements. Now.

Looks like we're gonna have to whup us a whole planet.

Just one planet? Be done by lunch.

Morrat, I command you to stop.

Your Highness. An unexpected honour.

Allow me to present your gracious Majesty

with these alien prisoners as a paltry token of my humble esteem.

Liar. Traitor. Don't toy with me. I know your intentions.

- Father, Morrat's your own Warlord. - Silence.

He is Warlord no longer. Strip him of his insignia.

Put him in chains. I brand Morrat as a traitor to the realm.

Very well. Have it your way.

If traitor I am branded, then traitor I shall be.

- Death to the Emperor. - No.

- Cease fire. - Morrat.

Morrat. No.

- She lives. It's a miracle. - Not quite, Your Highness.

You have Susan to thank for your daughter's life.

Anelle was saved by her invisible force field.

What? My daughter's life saved by an Earthling?

An enemy?

Though the sight of you is repugnant to me, it seems I am in your debt.

We ask only for the Skrull responsible for the death of Franklin Storm.

As you wish.

There is the one you seek. The traitor, Morrat.

Now depart before I change my mind.

Our transporter will return you to your planet.

I guess we got what we wanted, Sis.

Funny, I thought I'd feel better.

But revenge only keeps the hurt alive.

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