Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends

Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends!

Iceman and Firestar.

Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends!

If you can make it to the tunnel, it's a clean getaway.

Yeah, but I can hardly see.

- Can I do your windshield? - The wall-crawler!

The web-head!

Just your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.

Turn there.

It's slippery.

Just your friendly neighbourhood dummy.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

Here I come to help my chum cos he was dumb.

Iceman!

In any amusement park this would be a high-priced ride.

Thanks, freeze-face.

You'd get fancier treatment but I'm late for a date.

We are late for our dates, web-head.

The stolen jewels.

And those are the creeps who stole them.

You'll probably get a medal for this and all I'll get is a cold shoulder.

- You ought to love that. - Funny, webs, funny.

Come on, let's get to the girls fast.

Guess he's in a hurry too, or he wouldn't be flying in weather like this.

I'm sorry I made you fly in this weather,

but I had to leave the sanatorium immediately.

We'll make it, Mr Osborn.

They let me out. I'm cured.

I can be Norman Osborn again, not that other creature.

Oh, no. Bail out! Bail out!

Mayday! Mayday!

Cured? Cured of being the Green Goblin?

Never.

Never!

Never. The Goblin lives again.

Ms Lion, you scared yourself.

Don't get too comfortable, Ms Lion.

I'm ready to go to the party now without the boys.

I'm sure Peter and Bobby will be back any second.

Tell me, Angelica, why are you going to the comic book costume party

as that awful Spider-Woman?

Private joke between your nephew Peter and me, Aunt May.

- Mona's going as... - Medusa. The lady with the living hair.

The living hair that's gonna get you.

Ms Lion.

- We're here. - It's about time, turkeys.

Captain America at your service, ladies. And, would you believe...

Your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.

Actually, Mona, it's me, Bobby Drake. I'm much more lovable than old Cap.

And I'm more lovable than he is, Miss Jones.

I'll be the judge of that, Mr Parker.

Let's go. It's party time.

COMICS COSTUME PARTY

This is great. Everybody's dressed as a comic-book hero.

There's another Spider-Man. And another one.

Look at them all.

I didn't know I was so popular.

Don't let it go to your head, Peter. There are a dozen supervillains too.

Look out!

The Green Goblin.

Look out!

Two of them, flying on wires.

Some superhero.

Those Goblins may be fake but something's turning my spider sense on.

Whatever turns you on turns me on, too, Spidey darling.

Excuse me, Angelica, I've got to go to the lab.

Well, of all the...

The jungle gets steamy this time of year.

- It's hot in here. - And you'd better believe it.

There you are, Spidey darling.

Now, where did that cute little superhero go?

My hair! My mascara!

Something's wrong in the lab, alright.

I caught me a wall-crawler.

You're at the mercy of the real Green Goblin.

And of course you know I don't have any mercy.

Where's my formula, web-slinger?

I hid my Green Goblin inventions in the safe but my formula's missing.

The formula that I, as Norman Osborn, was perfecting

the very moment an accidental explosion changed my life.

It gave me superhuman powers

and my new identity as the Green Goblin.

Stop struggling. My ray will hold you frozen for hours.

This is the future finder, Spider-Man.

Look. See the future.

These creatures are the people of New York.

My formula will make everyone ugly, grotesque, horrific,

like me.

Does Mona know her Uncle Norman was the real Green Goblin?

I don't think so, Angelica.

But let's talk about us, angel.

That's that jungle rabbit who was after Peter.

He's not with her. Something's fishy.

Well, excuse me!

It's not here. My formula is not here.

My niece, Mona Osborn. She's a student here.

She'll know where the formula's been hidden.

Peter? Are you here?

Wonderful. I'll use your friend to do my dirty work for me.

Liquid nitrogen turns steel to peanut brittle.

Watch.

This'll really crack you up.

Peter?

Spider-Woman is great, but it's time for me to be myself, to be Firestar.

When your young lady opens the door, she'll get a chilling reception.

For the last time, Spider-Man, goodbye.

Peter, are you there?

I heard you.

I'm coming in.

Heat shield.

More heat. It's counteracting the Goblin's ray. More heat.

I can't hold the nitrogen off much longer.

It's eating through my heat shield.

The ice. I'm losing power. I'll crystallise.

Good shot, Spidey.

Norman Osborn's become the Green Goblin again.

Now he's after Mona.

What are you standing here for? Come on.

That's just what I was gonna say.

So tell me, Mona, where would you like to live'?

In a hot island like Hawaii or someplace beautiful like Iceland?

Mona Osborn, may I have the next dance?

Mona, if you want to...

Wait. I...

- No! - See you back at the gym.