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Gil, Gil, where's Tom?

I've got to see Tom right away.

I'll get him.

Sneak attack.

All right, I'll make them pay for this.

It's only me.

Chief G.

We're in bad trouble, Tom.

A mighty ocean liner, the SS Tub, has been sunk.

Sunk?

That's a rotten thing to happen to any ship, Chief G. Who sunk it?

Agents of M.A.D.

M.A.D.? Metal Adjusted, Antisocial, and Darn Me. An organization of scientists

bent on destroying the world for their own gain.

I know that.

Now listen.

In the captain's cabin is a safe. And in that safe are the plans of one of our

new top secret, secret weapons. Which secret weapons, that, Chief? It's a

secret, you ninny.

But if it falls into the hands of M.A.D., they could destroy the world

with it. Oh, for crying out loud, not again.

Now, the ship's too far down. A normal-sized man couldn't withstand the

pressure. I see.

But because of my superior conditioning, combined with my tiny displacement and

body surface area, I can withstand any pressure the depths of the ocean can

dish up. Right? Right.

Only one thing. What?

I can't swim.

Use your submarine, you idiot.

Smart thinking, Chief J.

Womp the ball again, Swingin' Jack.

Who ever heard of launching a top-secret operation from Coney Island?

Ooh, what an unusual shell.

What do we do now, boss?

What do you think? Make a noise like the sea.

Swoosh.

Swoosh.

Bad news, M.A.D.

Tom of T.H.U.M.B. is on his way again.

Weep?

He got foiled by a flounder. We better blast, boss.

Right. Fire number one.

It's Tom of T.H.U.M.B. He's going to get those plans before we do.

Have no fear, Givago.

This will take care of him.

By my beard.

A man eating ramen.

Read wisely, doctor.

Tom of T.H.U.M.B. is gone for.

Killed.

Down your scuba gear, Swingin' Jack.

Look, I took those swimming lessons last night.

I forgot to get the combination.

Well, hot to blast, boss.

Right. You take care of this one, baby.

Here's the paper.

Boss! Look!

Ah, it's only ox gold.

as a little kid.

But this one must be a delinquent.

Once

we

get to the top, we'll be safe.

Oh, no. Grab onto it.

This is a job for a pro.

No, no, you can't get me.

Better believe it. Jack up another big one for Tom of

THUMB.