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-Get him! -Man, I'm tired of these pumpkinheads.

Green Goblin makes a comeback...

...and with other bosses out of the picture...

...he's become the Gob-father of crime.

This is the fifth Gob Squad I've fought and still no sign of their boss.

Harry's still out there, taking Globulin Green, blacking out...

...and using downtime to Goblin up and get me in his sights.

I promised myself I'd bring Harry home safely.

But no one's seen him since before the school play.

No one but these creeps.

Attention all squash-brains.

How about I swear not to take that nickname literally...

...in exchange for you spilling Gobby's address.

-We don't know. -He doesn't have a base.

-He contacts us. -We swear.

Same old, same old.

Oh, come on, Harry. Where are you?

Gwen, I need your help.

Hey, hey, Liz, it's Petey.

Liz, I'm really sorry I didn't see the play, but I had to take pic--

I know, Peter. The Bugle comes first.

But I can't help wondering if it had been Gwen in the play--

If Aunt May had been the fairy queen, I'd still have missed the show.

I was completely locked up with work.

Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.

Great. Bye.

Aunt May? How long have you--?

Long enough to know you need to be honest with these girls, Peter.

Which means that first, you need to be honest with yourself.

-Gwen? -Peter, I need your help.

Gwen, are you all--? Harry.

Easy, Pete.

Spidey knows Harry's the Goblin, but Peter Parker doesn't.

Even Harry may not know he's the Goblin again. So play it cool.

But be ready.

Harry, tell Pete what you told me.

I guess the whole school knows I juiced to improve my game.

What most don't know is that...

...It was an experimental OsCorp performance enhancer...

...called Globulin Green.

Or that I started blacking out because of it.

Or that during my blackouts, I became the Green Goblin.

I mean, no way. Come on, you? The Green Goblin?

He's not kidding, Peter.

I don't remember any of it.

But my dad and Spider-Man figured out...

...my Green-fuelled subconscious was taking over, making me do things.

At least that's what we all thought was happening.

Thought? Past tense?

See, this is where it gets confusing.

The reason I've been missing the last few days?

The Goblin, or someone wearing a Goblin costume, kidnapped me.

Wait, wait. There's a second Gobby-- Goblin?

Are you sure this even happened?

You didn't black out and imagine it all?

No. I'm off the juice, I swear.

I've been tempted.

But I destroyed my stash to make sure I wouldn't-- I couldn't succumb.

I believe you. But you need to tell all this to your parents.

-I don't know. -I don't know.

Your dad helped when he thought you were the Goblin.

Of course, he'd help you now.

Would he? If Harry's telling the truth, maybe my first instinct was right.

Maybe Norman Osborn is the Goblin.

Okay. I'll talk to him.

With Spidey on the scene, just in case.

Thanks, both of you.

I couldn't ask for two better friends.

-I should go too. -Yeah.

No. Honesty time.

Look, I made a mess of things.

Look, you kissed me, and [--

Look, I'm not even sure how I wound up with Liz...

...or how you wound up with Harry.

And they're both great...

...but, Gwen...

...you're the one I wanna be with.

-If you don't feel the same way, I-- -Peter.

I've been in love with you since seventh grade.

No. No, not behind Harry's back or Liz's.

Right, right. We have to break it off with them first.

-It'll be hard, but... -Then we can be together.

And then I escaped.

Please, Dad, you've got to believe me.

I want to, son. But I'm just not sure we can trust you.

Maybe it's Normie who can't be trusted. Last Halloween, I followed Goblin here...

...and I saw Osborn Senior...

...come out of the secret room behind that suit of armour.

You mean the wine cellar? That's not exactly a secret.

Mr. Osborn. Master Harry. Spider-Man.

Okay. I give up.

Which one of you is the Goblin?

I've got this handled, dear.

Spider-Man, your suspicion is natural.

I was at OsCorp the night Green Goblin stole the Inhibitor.

Witnesses saw us together.

Harry, get that.

Fine.

Here's the bottom line.

I'm not sure if Harry's telling the truth, or if he even knows the truth.

Dad, it's Donald Menken. He says it's urgent.

I apologise, Spider-Man. One moment.

I'm so lost.

I was sure Norman was the Goblin till I saw Harry wearing the mask.

Now I don't know if either one is Gobby.

Heck, maybe both of them are.

Who is this guy?

Think fast. Think faster.

Tonight, you're in a particularly unfriendly neighbourhood, Spider-Man.

Although I will admit, you have an annoying tendency...

...to, well, survive.

The Green Goblin has every contingency in place...

...to test the outer limits of that talent.

Until all that remains is a red and blue stain on the pavement.

Where have I heard that one before?

From every super-villain I've come up against.

Then perhaps it would be more original...

...if I simply remained silent while watching you splat.

Well, it certainly would qualify as refreshing.

Peek-a-boo.

Nicely played.

But wheels within wheels are already in motion...

...and I'll be back to see you crushed beneath them.

Not so fun when you're flying blind?

Too true. More fun to fire blind.

Okay, that was the real deal...

...which means neither of you was ever the Goblin.

A voice can be mimicked, technology copied.

It's not the voice, it's words. Not the tech, but moves.

I'm telling you that was Gobby, the one and only.

But how did I wind up in that Goblin costume?

Are you saying someone set me up?

Who? Why?

Hey, one question at a time.

Starting with who else has access to Globulin Green?

Security, this is Osborn. Grab Donald Menken.

No. I mean, grab him and don't let him go.

But, sir, Menken left the premises an hour ago.

Then get me his home address.

Now. Globulin Green was my own personal project.

-In hubris, I showed it to my family. -And we know how that turned out.

Yes, well, at OsCorp, only Donald Menken knew of its existence.

Sir, Menken's address, his entire personnel file...

...It's been deleted.

And the only people who have clearance--

Are myself and Menken.

He's gone to ground.

But Menken nearly destroyed my son.

Worse, he betrayed me.

I promise you, Spider-Man, I will find him.

-Did you...? -Not yet.

-Did you? -No, I'm meeting her for lunch.

Hey, guys. What's up?

-Up? Nothing. -We were just talking.

No worries. I'm not the dating police.

Dating police. Good one. I gotta go.

Yeah, me too. Bye.

Finally.

Petey, you're putting ketchup in your fruit cup.

-Is everything all right? -Yeah.

I mean, no. I mean, Liz, you and me--

Well, mostly me because you've been great.

But I just don't think I've been much of a boyfriend.

So maybe we'd be better off as just friends.

Are you breaking up with me?

I'm sorry.

You dump me? I don't think so.

That's it, Petey! We're through!

Finally.

-Liz? -Yeah. Not fun.

-Harry? -I haven't even seen him.

-I hope it went all right with his parents. -Our timing does suck.

Dr. Connors, what's going on?

Curt and I are leaving E.S.U. In fact, we're leaving New York.

I can't go into all the details, but we had to move on.

But the lab? You're work?

Our work will continue in Florida.

As for the lab, Dr. Warren is in charge.

You and Pete can learn a lot from him. But, well, don't learn too much.

-Any news on Menken? -909 Barrow Street. Top floor.

Thanks, Gargan. Cheque's in the mail.

Let's go.

Who ordered the chopper?

OsCorp kind of thinks you did. I figured, after all he put us through...

...you and I would want some face time with Goblin-comma-Menken.

Where's the pilot?

You're the one who insisted I get my licence.

-Moving out? -Moving in.

Nice décor. Very green.

It came that way.

OsCorp recently rented this apartment for me.

-I know you're the Green Goblin. -I have no response to that.

Spray a little knockout gas and you fold like origami.

I might just have to do my happy dance.

-Harry, what are you doing? -Cowboying up.

So Menken's not the Goblin either.

Menken?

Seriously? You bought that?

This can't be good.

He's booby-trapped the whole city.

And the Gob Squad's out in force too. Perfect.

If it's not me or you or Menken...

...then who's left that knew about the Green?

You don't think the Goblin could be Mom?

What's wrong, Spider-Man?

Off your game?

No. Game's good, Gobs. Just getting acquainted with the rules.

Rule one, Spidey must splat.

Rule two, ignore rule one.

Rule three, make Gobby look goofy.

-Dad? -Son, he's obviously an imposter.

Right, right.

Except I heard you apologise to Spider-Man last night.

Norman Osborn never apologizes.

I did not sign on for this.

Chameleon.

Then you-- You were the Goblin all along.

I told you I invented the Green.

Of course, I wasn't fool enough to drink it.

Small doses in gaseous form increased my strength, agility, intelligence...

...with no blackouts, no loss of control.

You've been working with Chameleon the whole time?

Not at first. As Goblin, I appeared at OsCorp...

...to steal my Gob-Web Inhibitor.

Imagine my pleasure at finding Norman Osborn a witness to my crime.

It was Chameleon, of course...

...Stealing OsCorp secrets for a competitor.

So this week, I hired him to keep you guessing...

...and set you up for a fall.

But last Halloween, you crashed, the Goblin crashed.

And you saw me limp away.

Do you know how easy it is to fake a limp?

But Harry wasn't faking.

When I found him, he was wearing Goblin's costume...

-...and his leg was hurt. -More serendipity.

You had guessed my identity.

I knew I had to redirect your suspicion.

And when I returned home...

...I found Harry, passed out from an overdose of Green.

It didn't take long to deduce the cause of Harry's sudden success...

...at football and in school.

It took only slightly longer to dress him as the Goblin.

The limp completed the illusion.

-You framed your own son? -I protected Harry.

If I'd been sent to prison, who'd have made a man out of him?

Just look at what he's done today.

I've never been prouder of the boy.

Who are you kidding? You were saving your own sorry butt, not Harry's.

Potato, potato.

Once you're out of the picture, I'll make everything right.

You wouldn't know right if it blew up your glider.

Dad!

Dad was sick.

A victim of the Green.

No one knows how that stuff changes you better than I do.

Spider-Man should have helped him, not...

I don't know what I'd do without you, Gwen.

You're all that's keeping me from going back on the Green myself.

I got your messages.

Was there something you wanted to tell me?

It was nothing.

Another banner episode in the life of Peter Parker.

Harry's left with no father.

I'm left with no Gwen.

Well, at least the city's safe.

The Green Goblin's gone forever.

Now boarding Flight 1057 to Miami.

Time to start a brand-new adventure, a brand-new life.

Flight 994 to Grand Cayman Island is now boarding all first class rows.

Sorry for the delay, Mr. Roman.

Don't apologise.

I never do.