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Man-adjusted, antisocial, and darn mean.

Fellow scientists, be seated. The diabolical committee is now in

session.

I am pleased to report the Tom of THUMB has had it. Today we

managed to sneak a drop of our secret potion into his milkshake.

You mean...

Correct. That same potion once used by the infamous Dr.

Jekyll. Tom will turn into a monstrous Mr.

Hyde and be arrested by his own men.

I think I'll turn in.

I'm not ready for bed yet. I feel a little uneasy.

Well, good night, boss.

What's happening?

Mr.

Hyde of T.H.U.M.B. on the ball and ready for destruction!

Friday will never type again.

All right, Gil, don't get hysterical.

M.A.D. agents must have ruined your office.

Send Tom over here right away.

I can't understand it. Why would M.A.D. attack Gil's typewriter?

You say something, boss.

What can be keeping Tom?

Wake up, fella.

No sleeping on the job.

Have no fear, Cheeky.

I'll put an end to these dastardly attacks.

Our top secret correspondence is ruined.

I'm trying to catch this creep, Cheeky.

But I can't seem to get a lead on him.

That's right, operator.

I want long distance to Tokyo, then to Bombay, then Sydney, Australia,

then Muncie, Indiana.

I don't care how much it costs.

Someone is trying to bankrupt us. You've got to do something.

Tom, I've got bad news.

The FBI's been on this, too.

They've discovered it's an inside job.

Inside?

Gil? She's a spy?

Not Gil.

You, Chief Chief?

The culprit is only three inches high.

How could you?

It's not Jack.

Well then, that leaves...

Help!

Help! Send them the rings!

Tom O-T-H-U-M-B is done for.

Gentlemen, a toast to the glorious future of M.A.

The boys in the lab came up with a monster antidote. My being fired was

just a ruse.

You're all under arrest.

Oh, boss, this adventure sure ought to win you another medal.

Medal? Heck, it ought to win me an Oscar.