Marvel's Spider-Man

We're finally here... The beach!

- The beach is cool Pete, but... - Oh.

Maybe you're a little too excited?

Are you kidding, Miles?

Between school at Horizon and superhero stuff,

we never get to just be normal kids.

But even summer classes are done,

so I'm finally gonna have the perfect vacation.

I made a Perfect Summer Vacation checklist.

See? And right at the top... beach day.

You made a checklist of how to have fun?

That's the opposite of fun.

- Look at this. - Hmm?

Some puny eggheads wound up on our beach, boys.

Let's give them a welcome.

Hey.

You think that's funny, weirdo?

Classic bullies kicking sand.

Ah, exactly what would happen to normal kids.

I love summer!

Uhh... Mm...

Let's get away from this freak.

I can now cross "bully encounter" off my beach sub-list.

Lots left to do...

swimming, sand castles, jellyfish stings.

If we're gonna do all that, I need to fuel up.

Hot dogs. Also on the list. I'll go get 'em.

Come one, come all to our annual summer challenge.

Beat our boardwalk hot dog eating champion,

and you'll win the cash prize!

We have a challenger. Step up!

Hmm. Black Cat?

That sneaky cat burglar's stealing from a hot dog contest?

Peter Parker might need a vacation,

but Spider-Man can never rest.

Just got to get this over with quickly.

So that I can get back to Miles with those hot dogs.

- You. - Look, Cat,

I've got a whole list of things to do, and you've probably got...

I don't know... yarn to bat around.

Why don't you give the money back,

- and we'll call it a day? - Oh, sweetheart,

I thought you'd know me better than that by now.

Ohh! Why did I make eye contact?

Her bad luck powers. Huh. It's probably okay.

I've already decided this is going to be the best summer...

Whoa!

She'd definitely win an Annoying Superpowers contest.

Mwah.

I'm sure I'll be fine. I mean how long can Black Cat's bad luck even last?

I just hope Miles isn't too bored while I'm goooone!

Whoa! Whoa. Ohh!

Ohh!

Great.

Yeah!

I finally got yooouuu!

Okay, Black Cat, it's been fun...

lie... but I've got someone who's probably tired of sitting around waiting for me,

- so hand over the money. - You'll never learn, will you?

Wait. What?

Huh? Ugh.

Ha! See?

That's how it feels. Annoying, isn't it?

Then prepare to be annoy...

- Uhh! - Ah! No more bad luck.

Now to call the cops,

return this money to the talking hot dog man...

I can't believe I just said that...

and salvage what's left of my perfect day.

"Thwop"?

They never make a "thwop" sound.

Great. Dirt in the mechanism.

Gonna be a long crawl back to the beach.

We have a wiener!

The new champion is

Miles Morales!

And people said my big mouth was a problem.

Miles 1, haters 0.

Pete! You never came back with the hot dogs,

and I was starving, so I won a lot of money.

You were right. This was the perfect beach day.

Except you sort of totally completely missed it.

I know.

More bad luck.

But don't worry. There's a lot left on the list,

and I'll make the perfect summer vacation happen yet.

*Marvel's SPIDER-MAN* Season 02 Episode 01

Episode Title: "How I Thwipped My Summer Vacation"

All right. Today I'll finally get to check something

of my perfect Summer Vacation checklist.

# My first baseball game.

I may not know third base from a seventh-inning stretch,

but Aunt May's a fan. She'll catch me up.

Peter. There you are.

Aunt May? You look great!

Oh. My game face.

It's my duty as a superfan to lend the team my support.

The New York Spirit rules!

Uh, I feel a little underdressed.

Don't worry. You probably won't jinx the team.

Probably.

Where is everybody?

I thought the place would be packed.

We're playing the Short Sox,

who we haven't lost to in a decade.

Last year, we won 47 to nothing,

so people aren't that interested.

No suspense.

- Aw! - What? Was that a good thing?

The Short Sox got a home run?

That hasn't happened in years!

Yeah!

Unless that's bad?

Ohh!

Another homer?

Impossible.

Definitely bad. Right?

I'm a nervous eater? Can you get us some snacks?

Peanuts? Nah.

Nachos?

Nah.

Peanut nachos.

Nah.

Hmm. Let me think.

Ohh!

What? How could the ball have changed angular momentum like that?

The basic physics don't add up.

Hmm.

I'm no expert on "sportology,"

but that's not right.

Ohh!

I'm no expert, but that seems like bad sportsmanship.

Remote controlling the ball?

Yeah. I'm gonna call that a foul. Foul...

That's baseball, right?

I'm not mixing up sports, am I?

I wasn't doing anything.

Oh, so you're running away because you're innocent? Aah!

Watch it! Hey!

I thought I was here for baseball, not dodgeball.

A line-drive home run?

Ho-ho, we're back! The Spirit rules!

Too bad Pete's missing this. What's taking him so long?

Oof! Uhh!

How's that thing work? Magnetic waves?

Magnetic waves, sound waves, air currents.

The forces of nature are controllable by me,

- the Tinkerer. - The who now?

The Tinkerer.

I invent things, sometimes evil things.

I'm a master criminal.

Nope. Still not ringing a bell.

If you really are some super villain,

why was your big plan to mess up a baseball game?

I'm sick of my team always getting beaten.

You're some big hero,

so you have no idea what it's like to lose

time and time again.

Uh... yeah. No idea.

I just wanted to see my boys win for once.

Is that so wrong?

Is cheating wrong?

I'm gonna go with yes.

But, hey, at least I know who you are now, Tinkertron.

Tinkerer!

And you're out!

Again, that is baseball I'm thinking of, right?

Sorry. Long line at concessions.

You missed the comeback of the century.

The Spirit are crushing the Short Sox.

Sorry I missed all the action.

I'll have to come again next game.

Honey, I'm not superstitious, but maybe you shouldn't come to any more games.

You might be a jinx.

I'm running behind, Gwen. I know.

How can you be late, Peter?

Ross Calaban is your favorite singer,

and these seats are amazing.

You didn't lose your ticket, did you?

He lost his ticket, didn't he?

No! I didn't lose the ticket.

I'll be there sooner than soon.

You'd better. It's gonna start any minute.

Remember, this concert's on your Perfect Summer checklist.

Get here.

Whoa! Is that him?

Ross Calaban?

Whoa, guys, I've got a show to do.

Can I sign autographs after?

Heh heh heh heh.

Let me go!

Ah.

Something tells me those thugs aren't members of his fan club.

Uhh!

Dad, I want my birthday present.

Now, if ya know what's good for ya.

Heh. My son knows what he wants, huh?

That'll serve you well in business, kid.

I'll give you the business.

Okay. Take off the blindfold.