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There it is, Metcalf, the ancient pyramid of the Toltecs.

Lost for 10 centuries.

What? My light.

Look. Look. Just up ahead.

At last, we found it.

The Tablet of Time.

According to ancient legend,

the Tablet of Time once held the secret of eternal life.

Today, it is a priceless relic of a lost civilization.

It will be on display throughout the world.

But first it will be studied at New York's Empire State University

under the auspices of Dr. Curt Connors.

Doctor, do you seriously believe that this tablet can grant eternal life?

I'm just the kind of scientist who believes that anything is possible.

Clear the front page, Robbie. This is news.

Asked to estimate the value of the tablet,

Connors would only say, it's priceless.

Collector's offer of 50 million dollars has already been rejected.

Fifty million...

It seems to have started an avalance of attention.

The workout is over.

This phenomenal interest hasn't slowed since the tablet's discovery.

Bigger offers have been flooding in from collectors all over the world.

I must make plans to add the tablet to my collection.

The tablet's value on the open market is escalating astronomically.

So is it's value to thieves.

Dealers have never seen anything like this before.

I might get to use this new batch of webbing sooner than I thought.

A press release was issued stating that the Tablet of Time is not for sale.

I must have that tablet.

Metcalf, lookout! Gas.

You boys know what to do.

I knew that chunk of rock was going to attract trouble.

But I didn't expect a crook like Hammerhead.

Now why is a smart crook like you pulling a crazy stunt like this?

You always seemed so level-headed.

I'm warning you, web-head. Butt out!

Ole!

Ouch! Doesn't that hurt?

This is pure adamantium.

No damage, no foul.

Hey watch it!

The tablet's no good to anyone broken.

Use your head. Ah, forget I said that.

Whoa....!!!

Ew, blech, ach, hew.

Uh-oh, Spidey.

This time you're up to your gills in trouble!

It's too slippery. I can't get any traction.

Good thing I made this new batch of webbing extra sticky.

You're not getting it that easily, Hammerhead.

Freeze, freak.

No, let him go. He saved the tablet.

Something here doesn't smell right.

Aren't you listening? Spiderman's a hero.

No, no, I mean phew!

Something really smells bad.

Er... sorry.

Sorry? Is that all you can say.

How could you fail so miserably?

- It was Spiderman's fault. - It was your fault.

Look at you. You're a joke.

Everything about you says washed-up.

I'm bringing in someone else to do this job. A real pro.

You can't do this to me.

Stop complaining.

At least I'm letting you live, for the moment.

Now get out of my sight.

My dear, I'm growing old and weak.

Soon I'll lose everything unless I get that tablet.

Please, don't think me a foolish, old man.

I've spent years researching this.

The ancient Toltecs revered strength and bravery.

Every decade, they held a race at the site of their sacred pyramid

for the warriors who had distinguished themselves in years of battle.

The priests did not make the race easy.

But for the winner, they had a big reward.

Renewed youth! His life to live over again.

And to do that, they created the Tablet of Time.

With that tablet, I can make myself young again...

and strong enough to grind my enemies into the dust beneath my feet.

You will soon retire.

Help! Please, help me.

Enemies like the Kingpin.

Vanessa, my dear wife, you seem so distant tonight.

- Is something wrong? - I'm not happy, Wilson.

What is it you do not have?

Tell me and I will get it for you immediately.

I want a husband who is not involved in this vile business anymore.

I see. This again.

Furthermore, my dear, this vile business as you call it,

is how I have been able to obtain our wealth.

We have so much more than we need now.

Crime has taken over your entire life.

Nonsense. When have I not had time for you.

Yes? My dear, this is business.

You see what I mean.

I'll handle him myself.

Hammerhead, what an audicious entrance.

I am beside myself with surprise.

I could destroy you right now.

- Could you now. - Yeah.

But to show my good faith, I ain't gonna.

Yes. But my faith is not so good.

Did you really think you could get this close to me unless I allow it?

Now why did Silvermane send you?

He didn't. I came here on my own.

I want to work for you.

What do you have to offer me?

I can tell you what's Silvermane's doing.

Like how's he's trying to get the Tablet of Time.

So? Everyone wants that.

Silvermane says the Tablet of Time ain't just some old rock.

He said it really works.

- That is intriguing. - Let me get that tablet for you.

No, I do not trust you yet.

But I will consider you for other work.

And if you fail me,

Then I will send you back to Silvermane.

What is left of you, anyway.

That new project of yours, Smythe.

Is it ready to obtain the Tablet of Time for me?

Ready and able.

Debra, what's on the agenda tonight?

Mmm, the usual, Alisa.

Sterilize the Petri dishes and tidy up the lab.

I'm coming, Flash!

Oh, and don't disturb Doc Connors either.

What's he always doing around this time that's such a big secret?

Probably some experiment that will help us get that Toomes research grant.

I got to run. Bye.

Spiderman...

and Dr. Connors.

- So that's the tablet, huh? - Yes.

We had to encase it to protect it from metal.

Watch what happens when it reacts to ultraviolet light.

Incredible.

But isn't it supposed to make things young.

I'm convinced it can,

once we translate the instructions carved on it

and learn to use it properly.

I believe the Toltec stumbled upon a genetic technology

miles beyond what we know.

That knowledge might be instrumental in curing your mutation.

So I wouldn't need these neogenic treatments every 24 hours?

What now?

Not another robot.

Why aren't women this attracted to me?

I can't stick. He's coated with some kind of super slip compound.

No, stay back.

Am I seeing things?

Is Doc Connors mutating?

I've got to get this overgrown wind up toy out of here.

Sorry, I have to take one tablet every night before bed.

Doctor's orders.

Dr. Connors, are you alright?

I'm okay, Alisa.

This thing's really slowing me down, but I've got to keep it safe.

My life might depend on it.

Well, the mighty Spider-Man.

How do you like my new Mega-Slayer?

Smythe. I knew it.

Why can't you take up some other hobby?

Joke all you want, but this time, I build the ultimate battle robot.

It's got missiles, lasers and pulse blasters.

And its humanoid design makes it extremely versatile, see?

This ledge can barely support me.

I wonder what will happen if...

Come on, Smythe. Is that the best you can do?

Insolent to the end, eh?

It worked. I'm out of here.

Robots. I hate robots.

Now, I got you.

Joke all you want, but this time I built the ultimate battle robot.

Adios, wall weasel.

Smythe! What's taking so long? Report.

- Blast you! - What did you say?

I have the tablet. I haven't gotten Connors yet.

But do we need him?

No, I suppose not.

I'm certainly capable of translating it myself.

Then stop wasting time and bring the tablet to me at once.

Wonder why he's leaving?

Hope it wasn't something I said.

I'm fine, just shaken.

Good. He's okay, and still human.

I'll talk to him later at his place.

Now I got to worry about the Lizard again.

As if I didn't have enough on my...

- Peter Parker. - Alisa.

Did you hear what happened? The Tablet of Time was stolen.

Yes, I heard. It's terrible.

I never thought something like that can happen here.

Peter, I'm scared. Will you walk me to my apartment?

Well, I'm really not headed that way, but I could make a detour.

So the lab work's kind of boring, but I've met some nice people.

Especially you.

Why don't we have dinner sometime?

Well, I've been so busy lately.

What am I saying?

Come on, Parker, put Mary Jane out of your mind.

Mary Jane and Harry.

Look at them.

They seemed so happy together.

I lost her because of all the time I spend as Spiderman.

I'm not going to let that happen again.

Alisa? How about dinner tonight.

What do you have in the way of robots?

Robots are very popular in the toy biz.

We have an excellent selection, sir, right behind that door.

Have you translated it yet, Alistair?

After the money I spent on this new Mega-Slayer construction site,

I hope the answer is yes.

- No. - What?

How difficult can it be?

it's just a harmless piece of stone.

If it's so harmless, then why don't you touch it.

Why is it doing that?

It seems to react to light.

Just a few minutes ago, I bombarded it with infrared rays.

Now, it's giving off radiation in increasing amounts.

This might be the beginning of a chain reaction.

It could become dangerous.

Then it is imperative we find someone to control it immediately.

Get Connors, and this time do not fail.

As you wish.

Margaret, if I change into that creature, you'll be in terrible danger.

Go stay with Billy at your sister's, please.

- But Kurt, you may need me. - Please!

You sure are full of surprises, Doc.

When did the Lizard begin to rear its ugly head again?

For months, I've been feeling it coming on.

It happens when I'm under extreme stress.

We've got to get the Tablet of Time back.

It might cure both you and me.

Margaret!

You again?

Margaret, run!

I'm getting sick of you.

The Lizard looks even bigger and meaner than before.

- Curt? - Margaret.

I can't see Connors!

Then get his wife. Get somebody.

Mrs. Connors, run.

No! Let me go!

She won't do you any good, Smythe.

You don't understand.

Bring Connors to the top of the Empire State Building in six hours.

Smythe, I can't. Listen to me.

Six hours.

No, wait.

Getting the tablet from the Kingpin ain't gonna be easy, Silvermane.

You know what I'm saying? It's gonna cost ya.

Tombstone, I've got plenty of money.

And you'll get more if you bring me Connors too.

Just tell me where to find him.

I know where. I work for Dr. Connors.

We'll lay a trap for him at the neogenics lab at ESU.

Oh yeah, not bad looking, for a snitch.

Silence, fool.

That's no way to talk to my daughter.

No rust on it yet. It's fresh.

Wonder where it goes?

Ah, the subway.

Well, at least I won't need a token.

I can't stop the chain reaction.

I think we should destroy it.

There's too much power to control.

Controlling power is what I do best, Smythe.

Just get Connors.

Now everything hinges on his expertise.

Driver, you've past the restaurant.

We're being followed, ma'am.

What? Quickly, lose them.

I believe this is your stop, Miss Kingpin.

I'm warning you, my husband will not tolerate this.

Yeah, I know. That's why he'll give me just what I want to get you back.

Ah, track ends here. So now what?

Now, where the heck can he... Uh-oh.

Sorry, you took the worst of that, Doc.

At least now you'll be nice and peaceful

while I can get you back to the lab.

Let's hope this works as well on your mutation as it does on mine.

Dr. Connors, I presume?

Who the heck are you?

My enemies call me Tombstone.

Come on, Doc! We've got to get out of here.

Now I get the name.

I feel like I was just hit by a slab of granite.

Let go, or we'll both suffocate.

Speak for yourself, bug-boy.

I don't breathe.

TO BE CONTINUED...