01x24 - Wrath of the Sub-Mariner

[bunniefuu]

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[narrator] Spider-Man.

[inaudible dialog]

[meows]

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[roars]

[narrator] Spider-Man.

[heels screech]

And why is our fair city

honored with a visit
by public enemy number two?

Or is it three?

It's two.

You want me to clobber the squirt,
Slivermane.

That's gonna be difficult, Gargantua.

[grunts]

If you can't see what you're clobbering.

You're going to pay for this,
you masked insect.

You mean all he gets is a speeding ticket?

Sorry. He may be wanted
for a million crimes

on the West Coast, but not in New York.

What's spooky is that this is
the King Pin's territory.

I know, and neither the King Pin
or Silvermane

have ever been what you call
bosom buddies.

Say, Officer!

What about the door to my limousine.

Oops. How forgetful of me?

Here. I won't even charge you
for the labor.

Each of you is a master
of one of the martial arts.

The samurai,

the master of Kung Fu,

and the sumo champion.

Let's see if I got my money's worth.

[grunts]

[groans]

[grunts]

Hee-ya! Ha!

You've done great, King Pin.

I'm not even perspiring.

Hey, boss, Doc Everett asks you
to come to the lab.

[Doc Everett] It's finally perfected,
King Pin.

This special alloy container

holds a sufficient quality
of my dissolvent fluid...

Spare me the lecture, Dr. Everett.

Just play show and tell.

Observe what a small amount
of my dissolvent can do.

It only works for 30 seconds,
but that's more than enough.

[acid hisses]

Beat that... four aces.

Uh, no aces.

Make up a large batch, Dr. Everett.

Enough for me to become the King Pin of

all organized crime nation wide.

Yes. But what do I do
with the chemical waste?

Do what we always do,
dump it in the river.

Gosh, Cousin Namor,

I sure dig this sightseeing tour.

Now that you've reached maturity,
Namorita,

it is time that I show you more
of my underwater domain.

Some domain.
Not a fish in sight for leagues.

But maybe Cousin Nita can find her some.

Wait, Nita, stay with me.

[sighs] The older generation,

they never let us teenagers...

Hey, it's getting hard to breathe.

[gagging]

[roars]

By Neptune's trident,

I've never seen a horror like this before.

[roars]

It's a freak.

Born a monster by chemical pollution!

As Monarch of Atlantis,
I demand the presence of a physician.

I'll take charge of her, Prince Namor.

I'm Dr. Blake.

She was overcome
by toxic pollution, Doctor.

If she does not survive...

I'll do my best.

[chattering]

- [man 1] He's coming!
- [man 2] It's horrible!

- He's a monster!
- The Sub Mariner, Prince Namor.

[woman screams]

The Prince of Blood has only begun his w*r

against your pollution, air breathers.

Then you're not here
to pose for swimsuit ads.

Power of Proteus. Who dares?

Does this patented Spider-Mask
give you a clue who dares?

Spider-Man!

Whoa!

Hmm. What's this?

That limo is causing my Spider-Sense
to ring.

Maybe I better attach
my Spider-Tracer to it just in case.

So you think you can stop my w*r
upon your city's filth?

[coughing]

Whoops!

They don't make flagpoles
like they used to.

[children laughing]

Hey, kids.
Want to sh**t some of that our way?

Sure thing, Spidey.

[groaning]

OK, that's enough.

One day I shall repay you
for saving my life.

But now I must resume my w*r
on your pollution.

The same filth that put Namorita
in the hospital.

Hey, hold it right there, Sub.

That w*r can't won by force.

People have to stop it themselves.

You got to convince people with influence.

Perhaps you are right, surface man.

Farewell.

Wish I could tag along,
but I've got my own problems.

Good old Spider-Tracer.

Let's just see what it's led me to.

Hmm. Two more out of town g*ng leaders,

Hammerhead and Ceasar Cicero.

I better scrounge up some transportation
before they make it to that yacht.

- [buzzes]
- [Jonah] Ms. Brant,

I am not to be disturbed
for the next half hour.

Because me private blend cigars
just arrived.

The best, most expensive cigars
in the world.

[Namor] So even a man of influence
is a lover of pollution.

I had hoped you would use your newspaper

to help me fight pollution,

yet you eagerly pollute your lungs

and other people's air

as others pollute the sea and sky.

Listen, you.

If you're looking for a swimming pool,

the YMCA is just down a block.

Hey!

I... I... [stammering]

[cries out]

Hey, you can't...

Where are we going?

[man] All right, King Pin,
why did you call us here?

Yeah, we don't usually hangout
with the competition, you know?

Maybe we're here to play ball.

Put that down, Cicero.
You'll know later when...

Hey, look at what I nabbed.
And old pal.

What's shaking, fatso?

You planning
on filming The Godfather Part III?

Keep back, gentlemen.

I'll handle the wall crawler.

[coughs]

Oh, no.

Well, gentlemen, what should we do
with our masked party crasher?

Where are we going, you crazy flying fish?

Look down there.

An once fertile farm land made barren
by industrial waste.

And there.
A polluted beach where people once swam.

Now a haven for scavengers.

And there. Men of wealth

dropping yet more refuse into my domain.

[chuckles]

Silvermane, I never cease being amused

by your classic methods
of eliminating an enemy.

By the time the creep shakes off
that sleep gas,

he'll be chow for the sharks.

Now what are you doing, you blip?

I am about to teach those rich polluters
a well-deserved lesson.

To the demise of an old foe

and the birth of a new era of organized...

Holy, uh, mackerel. It's the Sub Mariner.

There is a familiar stench
about this craft!

Did you come here just to insult us,
Prince Namor?

By the seven seas,
I came to warn you against

dumping garbage into my watery domain.

Garbage?

Garbage? We didn't dump any garbage.

That's a matter of opinion.

[both laughing]

[laughing] We just flicked
over a pesky little bug.

[all laugh]

Bug?

I guess that evens the score, Subby.

Not with your polluters, Spider-Man.

There is but one choice left,

tracking the pollution
that made my cousin ill

to its source.

I guess I get the booby prize.

[shudders] Help.

Won't anybody get me down from...
from here.

Why can't anybody hear me? [Sobs]

[Spider-Man] I can, chuckles.

Hey. Oh, no.

The web head! Of all the...

Better button your lip before somebody
accuses you of noise pollution.

Just get me down and to a doctor.

I think I've caught pneumonia.

[sneezes]

[screaming]

Gesundheit!

These waters reek of the same smell

I detected on the yacht

and in the chemicals that assaulted Nita.

But I see none of that black pollution.

Still,
just because pollution cannot been seen

does not mean it is not there.

Don't just stand there gawking.

Get... Get me a doctor! [Sniffles]

And a pair of wire cutters.

It's astounding,
but she's a true amphibian

with both lungs and gills.

Doc, how's Nita doing?

Spider-Man!
Well, I've done all I can.

She took in enough toxic waste
to k*ll any human

or almost any fish.

If she doesn't come out of her coma soon,

I shudder to think
what might happen to this city.

By my Atlantian throne.

This is what made my cousin sick.

Gentlemen, until now,

each of us has ruled our own sector
of the country.

I, the East Coast,

Silvermane, the West Coast,

Hammerhead, the Mid-west,

and Ceasar Cicero, the South.

And we've always been at w*r
with each other,

until now.

We are going to merge
into one organization

with me as the boss of all bosses.

King Pin, you flipped your bald head.

Yes, I'm not one for jokes, King Pin,

but that's very funny.

You obviously think you have the clout
to give us orders.

Why?

The most indestructible safe in the world.

Watch.

There, gentlemen, is my clout.

Holy Toledo.

Impressive.

Now, observe what a little more
of this dissolvent can do.

The vault used by the government
to hold the gold at Fort Knox.

An atom b*mb won't blast it open.

Think of it, prison gates, cell doors,

chains, safes, vaults, everything!

You may have quantities of the dissolvent,

but you know my price.

Hmm. I don't know, King Pin.

Not since the old days
have I called anyone boss.

Where is your overstuffed ruler?

Tell me!

Looking for me, Prince Namor?

You want me to take care of pointy ears,
boss?

Enjoy yourself, Marko.

I always wanted to get my mitts
on one of you super-types.

[grunts]

And see who's tougher,

you or Man Mountain Marko.

[grunts]

Now for the criminal who commands him.

Put me down, you freak!

Don't you know who I am?

You are scum!

You made a mistake coming
to my domain, Namor.

I can defeat you easily,

without afterwards having
my hands smelling of fish.

[electricity crackles]

I originally installed that trap
for my arch foe,

the dear departed web spinner.

[moaning]

When the electricity evaporates

all of his external body moisture,

he will be out

for who knows how long.

[Silvermane] Scum.

He called me scum.

You want me to join your organization,
King Pin?

My price, I take care of the Sub Mariner.

I must admit, Silvermane,

you old timers certainly had a flair
for this sort of thing.

Sub Mariner destroyed
by the very dissolvent

whose polluting waste products
brought him here.

[Silvermane] The fumes will keep him out

until they weaken the rope hanging
over the vat.

Then Prince Namor will be no more.

[laughs]

[Spider-Man] Uh, Mr. Bogart, sir,

could I have you autograph?

[muffled struggling]

Hey, I thought you were standing guard
outside.

Uh, I got something to tell the King Pin.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Hey.

Hey, boss! We got company!

So the spider has
as many lives as the proverbial cat.

Then I guess trick or treat time is over,
King Pin.

As is your interference, wall crawler.

[alarms sounding]

[grunts]

[groans]

Say, tubby,
couldn't we just talk this over

and save you some property damage?

I have to keep moving but where?

Well, might as well see where that leads.

Don't have much of a choice.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Now!

[King Pin] The dissolvent!

[clamoring]

The dissolvent stopped.

But we have yet to net our biggest fish.

I warn you, fish-man.

I have enough dissolvent here
to turn you into...

No!

[monster roars]

[roaring]

[Namor] It would've been
a fitting end for him.

[Spider-Man] What?
And pollute your waters even more?

[Namorita] Hi, cousin.

Hope you weren't worried about me,

but this handsome doctor made me
as good as new.

Hey, I wonder if this hunk's
got pointy ears under his mask.

Come on.

You have showed me,
physician, as did Spider-Man,

that not all surface men are evil.

Come, Namorita.

But we shall keep our eyes on their world
from time to time.

I hope that's a promise, cousin,

because I think men are cute.

Cute?

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