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[roaring]

- Ha-ha! - Huzzah! - Yeah!

- Ha-ha! - Cool.

Whoo-hoo!

[music]

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[two-way radio chatter]

[electronic beeping]

Man: Huh?

Surprise!

[gasp] It's Doctor Octopus!

Various: Jump on! Come on! Surround him!

We need backup! We got a code 3!

[yelling] [clattering]

I mean 4... Definitely a 4.

Ahh, to kick back and watch Earth's petty struggles

from the comfort of my Asgardian snow fort.

It's no throne of Asgard...

...yet. But it's home. [explosion]

I've come for the Beta-Burst missile.

[evil laughter] [beep]

And this ridiculous mortal

who dares set himself above his fellows, Dr. Otto Octavius.

Prepare to be punked by the hand of Loki.

[indistinct gibberish]

Well put, my henchman.

Now behold my latest bit of trickery: [yelp]

Heimdall's eyeballs. You are one sorry Chitauri!

[whimpering]

An enchanted snowball that overloads a

superbeing's powers beyond anything ever seen.

It's called Norn Frost, and eight out of

nine realms surveyed don't recommend it!

An Octavius overload

should really mess with that annoying Spider-Man.

[traffic din]

[laughing] Whoo! Yeah!

How do I do this all day and not get nauseated?

[brakes screeching] Good question, Spider-Man.

- Huh? Nick Fury? - SHIELD needs your help.

Your old foe, Doc Ock... Would you stop swinging?

Doc Ock is attacking a secret SHIELD base.

A secret base? Where?

A tropical island? Inside a volcano?

- On a satellite? - [sigh] New Jersey.

Oh. Jersey... All right. I'm on it!

Otto Octavius, here I come!

Tell me: Which way to the Beta-Burst Missile?

I-I don't know what you're talking about.

Norn Frost, away!

[whoosh]

What's that?

Ugh!

- Get him! Come on! - Now's our chance!

Operation Pile on!

[overload powering up]

Oh-h-h-h... this, I like!

[low rumble] Oh no...

[screams]

I said, which way to the Beta-Burst Missile?

I'll never tell you!

Gah! It's in Building 6, Building 6!

Whew! Uhhh, I'm so fired.

I regret nothing!

Doc Ock: Don't get up, fellows, I can reach it from here.

[sinister laughter]

- Where's that back-up? - Spider-Man: What exotic locale

did you go super hero-ing in this weekend, Peter?

New Jersey? Heh... Awesome.

- Welcome, Spider-Man. - Huh?

These mortals were no match for me.

Definitely a code 5!

- I'm an overload! - What's an overload?

...he asked trepidatiously.

How the heck should I know? The name just came to me.

[gasp]

My mystic master wishes me to seal your doom!

Ow! Ugh!

Uh, you lost me there, snake-arms.

Spider-Man: What mystic master, and why?

Oh, I have my reasons.

Besides, there's nothing else on. [remote beeps]

Thanks, Patsy. When we come back,

one of my favourite things: crafts made from re-purposed dryer-lint.

How 'bout that, huh?

Ughhh... [beep]

Hey, Ock! You're getting a little... grabby.

[grunt] Argh!

[groan]

[growl of anger]

- Missed me! Try again. - Argh!

[grunts of combat]

All: Ooooh!

How 'bout this time, I stand by these high-voltage wires, 'kay?

Arrrgh!

[sizzling] [hollering]

[powering down]

Ugh!

Well, that went great.

Somebody order the fried calamari?

[chuckle] You know, "calamari?"

Ock? Oh, never mind.

[truck horn blaring]

- What took you so long? - Oof!

I ran out of web fluid on the Garden State Parkway.

Thanks, buddy! [honks twice]

[groan]

Good work, Spider-Man!

Hey! But I don't have... cab fare.

Aw, I gotta walk all the way to Queens?

Great. Now I'm all angst-ridden.

[growl of anger]

Loki: What?

My Octavius Overload defeated so easily?

Argh! This isn't over!

[plastic clattering] Ugh. Really?

[mixed whispers]

Henchman, the lights please!

Where are these "Overloads" coming from?

All these bulked-up, villainous overpowered hooligans.

And that Spider-Man!

He must have "overloaded" Doc Ock himself,

just so he could look good when he beat him.

Midgard certainly has no shortage of fools.

Flessshhh. Venom hungry.

Flessshhh!

Well, well, well. Venom.

Now there's a creature worth overloading.

So, with onions, or without onions?

- Whoa... Uh... - Helloooo? It's a simple question.

Norn Frost away!

Oh, come on buddy, I don't have all day...

Ow!

Sssomething hit Venom.

Ssstrange sssnowy sssomething.

[wailing in fear]

Pulse pounding... senses shattered...

expletive deleted.

[snarling]

[music]

[growl] [brakes squeal]

♪ Swing along, Spidey ♪

♪ Past the rooftops ♪

♪ No one's in trouble, no crime to stop ♪

Spider-Man, again?

Amazing. Spectacular!

Let's see if this Overload is an improvement

over the last one. Sic 'em. [snarling]

Ahhh... some days, Manhattan is just

one big friendly neighbourhood. Whoa!

Aaah! And other times, Manhattan is like an alien

symbiote trying to stick its tendrils in your eye.

[woman shrieks]

Spider-Man?

What's that masked lunatic up to?

Get out of my newsroom!

Man: It's on my first day!

Relax, J.J. Hey Venom. Have a seat!

[snarl] Gah!

Have a seat? Wow. That was corny even for me.

I need some new material.

- Dessstroy Ssspider! - What's with the glowy eyes?

- Just like Doc Ock. - Haahhh!

Is that, like, a thing now?

If Doc Ock got a faux-hawk,

would you imitate that too? Ha-ha-ha!

[snarl, hiss]

[elevator bell chimes] Wait! Hang on.

- Huhhh? - Hey! Yummy.

- Gotta love the Danish. - Cheessse pleassse.

Cheese, huh? But I got the last one.

But Spider has mask. How Spider eat?

I... can't... But I must!

But... I can't! No-o-o-o-o...

...o-o-o-o-o-o-o! [crow cawing]

That'll be six bucks.

[fighting grunts]

Hey, buddy!

[music]

Venom sssmack ssspider!

Huh. You sure know a lot of "S" words.

- Hey! - You want this? Get it!

No!

[effort grunts]

I got a new word for you: S-s-s-see ya!

[snarling]

Oh boy.

[clank, clatter] [grunts, groans]

Ughhh...

Huh. And they say print is dead.

Sssigh.

Come on, Venom. We'll get you cleaned up

and put in a nice, cozy cell on the Helicarrier.

Wolverine is cooking for the prisoners tonight.

- Kebab, bub? - [laughter] Good one.

Ha, ha. S'not funny.

Thank you, Captain America. You too, Wolverine.

Hey! I love kebabs. And I'm free for dinner.

What? Oh yeah, great. Toodles!

A-a-a-and I'm angst-y again. Hup!

Gahh! My newsroom.

My beautiful fourth estate showplace.

I'll get you, webslinger!

Not today, J.J.

Huh? Out of web fluid!

[crash]

Guess I'm walking back to Queens, again.

[music]

Henchman, out of my chair before I unleash the sorcerous

might of Loki all over your extra-dimensional butt!

[gibberish]

And turn it back to what I was... Wait... what's this?

Mandarin: Tony Stark,

the so-called Invincible Iron Man.

Prepare to be vincibled.

I don't think that's a word.

You'll be correcting my grammar out of the other side of your helmet

once I fire my newest armour-piercing rockets.

Hey, honey. Who are you conferencing with?

- Oh, uh... Mandarin, dear. - Mandarin, eh?

[sweetly] # I smell overload #

Henchman! Bring me my Norn Frost.

Mandarin? Perfect, I'll get my juicer.

Ah, that would be Mandarin the villain, not the orange.

Some people think of me as a villain.

I just think of myself as a teacher.

- Do I have to stay after class? - Norn Frost away!

[brakes screech]

Ohhh... What the...

Ah-h-h, this feels good.

So... powerful!

[beep, whirrs]

[sinister laughter] [music]

[crash]

It's as if some sort of mystic enchantment

is pushing his ordnance to its limits.

Wow, Pep, you can really read people.

[maniacal laugh]

Ow! Who keeps doing that?

[overload powering up] This Overload is...

overloading!

Never mind. You're putting innocent people in danger.

Silence! [groans]

[gasp]

Look. It's Iron Fist.

[grunt] Uh, "Iron Fist" isn't just a fist,

he's a whole dude, you know.

[evil laughter]

Now, let's see how much overloading one villain can take.

I'll inundate him with enough Norn Frost to destroy a small civilization!

[yelp]

[clatter]

[overload deflagrations]

Ow... Ah...

Mmm. [sheepish giggle]

[deflagration] Uhhh.

Operate manoeuvre HL-63. Go get 'em, Lefty.

[tapping] Huh?

Oof!

I never saw that coming.

- Mandarin. - Hmmm?

- Fancy meeting you here. - Falcon?

Yep, Iron Man called me to take you to the Helicarrier.

Fury's going to love this.

I'll get even with that ridiculous Iron Human.

Time to raise an army of Overloads!

[humming happily]

You there! You missed a spot.

[groaning] [reverse beeps]

Good work. Now give me a hand here.

[grunt]

- Thanks, Lefty. - Hey, what about lunch?

- I don't know... Wanna eat out? - Meet you there.

Last one there pays!

[music]

My spider-angst is tingling. And I wasn't even in this one.

And how did I even get here?

[angry growl] Obstinate scrying mirror.

My Norn Frost is melting. How am I to create an Overload

army if I can't even see the superhumans of Midgard?

[gibberish]

What do you mean, they'll come anytime between 8:00 and 6:00?

That's the whole day!

Wh... What if we go out? Huh?

Ah, forget it. I'll reach out with my mind.

It expends more mystic energy and makes my nose run, but...

- Iron Fist, any sign of Abomination? - Not yet.

There! That guy with Iron Man.

Calls himself Palm-o-Granite or something.

Henchman: [gibberish]

Oh, right. Iron Fist. Whatever, I was close.

He'll make a wonderful... Whoa!

What in the name of Laufey's Big and Tall stores?

- Hang on... - [laughter] Skateboard!

There's the very thing.

It's not easy to make this with my astral eyes but... here goes.

Norn Frost away!

[demented laugh]

[groan] [overload powering up]

Mystic master make me stronger!

[cries of panic]

We've got to hurry.

Every time Abomination starts acting out,

the Hulk shows up to stop him. And they wreck stuff.

Too late, look!

[powerful growl]

Abomination. You're dumb and you're a thug.

That's two strikes. Strike three?

My fist against your skull!

[grunts of attack]

[long yell]

This boat is fast, but it can't catch up to a jet.

Iron Man, can't you just use your boot jets?

Oh, yeah, right, [chuckles] now I feel silly.

Don't cheese me off. You won't like me when I'm cheesed.

[laughs] [roar]

[all scream]

Human chain!

[music]

Look, friend, you may be big and green and ugly...

[sniff] and smelly, but there's only one Hulk!

[attack roar]

This is just like that "Bucket of Baboons" toy I had when I was a kid.

Iron Man... [mixed cries]

I'm Flying!

Fist. Can I call you Fist? We need a place to land.

[fighting grunts]

Got it! Just get me down there.

- Various: Oof! - Watch out! Hey!

[giggling] Hey!

[music]

Hulk, batter up!

[chuckles] Yeah.

[yelling]

Heeee-aaaah!

[long yell]

[chuckles] I told you not to cheese me off.

- Various: We're slipping! - I can't hang on anymore!

- Oh, I'm alive! - You saved us!

Again, again, again !

Obviously, I've overloaded the wrong Gamma monster.

This one will make a much better lackey.

Hulk: Argh! Loki.

There ain't no way to hide your scrying eyes.

Oh-ho-ho!

[cheering]

[roar] [yelps]

Way to go, Hulk!

Loki: Ugh! Never mind.

My plan is almost complete.

Soon, Loki will stand on the throne of Asgard!

Um, sit. Sit on the thr...

I mean, sitting would be m... much more comfortable than...

What are you looking at?! Get back to work!

[nonchalant humming]

Black Widow: Listen up. We're holding a ton of you guys,

so answer "present" when your name is called.

- Doc Ock. - Present.

- Venom. - Presssent.

- Abomination. - Here!

- Mandarin. - I'm here.

- Red Skull... - Jawohl!

Loki: Arise, my Army.

[powering up]

Now, let's hop. Hop. Big hop!

[booming]

- Fury, something's up. - This is at least a code 16!

- Maybe 17! - Ugh. Not again.

There. The mansion is totally rebuilt.

[crash]

Aw man!

The supercriminals are all breaking out!

[grunt] They're destroying the Helicarrier.

Raaarh!

You owe me a house, Fury.

[roar]

Thor. Good to see you.

I found him whining outside Avengers Tower.

The Man of Spiders.

I wasn't whining, I was angsting. Totally different.

[roar] If we could just find the source

of that weird blue energy.

[metallic clang, crash]

[muttering nonsense]

That's Norn Frost. Oh, brother, what have you done?

- Wahhh! - Iron Man. Angst-y one!

Come. Heimdall!

[frustrated groan]

[static, beeps] Finally.

Oh no.

- Loki! - Don't "Loki" me. I'm hideous.

[gobbling]

By my own Norn Frost enchantment,

I have made myself indescribably powerf...

- Oooh! Brain freeze. - Quick, before he recovers.

Arrgh!

I think he recovered.

[chortling] [tap] Huh?

No-o-o! [giggling] Stop.

Stop, it tickles!

I've never had that reaction to my repulsor ray.

Nor I to Mjolnir's lightning.

Loki has become unstoppable.

[evil laugh, roar]

Loki, what's all this about?

Oh, I just thought, you know, meddle in the affairs of Earth,

raise an army, and... take the throne of Asgard.

Sorry, I didn't get the last part.

[gibberish]

- Take the throne of Asgard? - Even I know that's not cool,

and I don't even know what's going on.

[evil laughter]

[squeaking on floor] W-W-Whoa, w-whoa!

Whoo! Oh no!

Oh, come on.

T-t-tt-t-ttthh!

Spinning! Out of control!

I cannot let you slide this time, brother.

Remove your enchantment, and vow to

never again disturb the peace of Midgard.

Now brother, let me counter with...

Ah. Remember when we were boys?

Not the hammer noogie. Anything but that!

I yield, I yield. [powering down]

[evil cackle] [power down] Huh?

- [power down] Vat the...? - That's our cue, heroes.

And another thing, Loki. I must tell father Odin.

Go ahead. Go crying to Papa.

No... no, actually, please don't.

And don't tell him I was watching the mirror.

He took away my scrying privileges three centuries ago.

Thor, I'm serious!

- Puny god. - Ahh!

[roar] [beep]

I hate that guy.

- Mandarin: I don't like it here. - Venom: It ssstinksss!

Mandarin: The Mandarin will return!

Doc Ock: I've got a plan B... It's not over!

Abomination: It's never over with Abomination.

Black Widow: Well, it looks like the good guys won.

Earth is safe, Asgard is safe,

Tony's Stark's house is repaired, the Helicarrier

is back in the air, and the bad guys are locked up.

Ah, this is all my fault.

- Ah, here we go. - Really?

- Come on. - Son, I don't mind angst.

I've even indulged in a little brooding myself now and again.

But how can this possibly be all your fault?

It'll come to me.

Well, I've got something to chase the angst away.

- A SHIELD security card. - I can haz kebabs?

Uh... sure. And... a Spider-Bike.

Score! Goodbye, angst!

Whoo-hoo! Yeah! [engine revving]

Ha-ha!

So like I was saying, great job, everybody.

- Yeah! - Huzza! - Thanks for the help!

- Defenders Dissemble! - Kebabs all around.

[whirring]

What the...? That can't be good.

[screams] Why-y-y-y?

[crash]

Ahhh!

Spider-Man's behind this, I know it!

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