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On an outer-space adventure

They got hit by cosmic rays

And the four were changed forever

In some most fantastic ways

No need to fear, they're here

Just call the Four

Fantastic Four

- Don't need no more. - That's ungrammatical.

Reed Richards is elastic

Sue can fade from sight

Johnny is the Human Torch

The Thing just loves to fight

Call the Four

Fantastic Four

Ain't this great, Alicia? Here we are inside. Outside, the storm.

We're in here nice and cosy.

We got cocoa, popcorn, pork rinds and each other.

It's lovely, Ben.

And Reed and Sue have gone to a lecture.

Johnny is at a rock concert, which means we're here alone.

Hot dog. We got the TV all to ourselves.

Fighting fat guys. I mean, is this the best or what?

Oh, Ben.

It's perfect.

I've got pork rinds in my hair. What happened, Ben?

Nothing, I mean, I guess.

My Pearl Jam concert got rained out.

Oh, man, sumo wrestling. That sucks.

Iron Man, cool.

Who asked you to butt in? You gimme that, come here!

Wait. There's three of us. Ask Alicia what she wants.

Please, settle down, I'm spilling my cocoa.

Oh, my.

- What happened? - You got me.

But I'm glad we weren't watching a buffalo stampede.

I'd better change to something safer, fast.

Now, the haunting call of the ever-popular tufted titmouse.

Oh, man, that big robot, Ultimo, came right out of the TV set.

Would you mind if I changed the channel?

The lecture was cancelled because of the storm.

What on earth happened to this room?

Later, sweetheart, I want to watch my favourite programme.

- Hold on, stretcho. - Don't press that button.

And now "The March of Science".

What is wrong with you three?

You've watched too many cartoons. This will stimulate your minds.

And now, our special presentation,

a study of raptors and pterodactyls.

Thanks a lot, big brain. You just gave us Jurassic Park on 29th Street.

Stay close, Alicia. Something incredibly weird is going on.

Here they come.

OK, you be Barney Rubble, I'll be Fred Flintstone.

It's time to yabba-dabba-doo.

Flaming on, Fred.

Take a hike, Dino.

Look. They're becoming pure energy and returning to the television set.

That leaves us with one pterodactyl to go.

The TV.

- What happened? - It's off!

- I turned it off. - Good thinking, Alicia.

But shutting off the television won't benefit us for very long.

Those images were effectively brought to life

by a gigantic infusion of elemental life energy.

All matter is composed of the same basic components,

atoms, ions, neurons and so forth.

The power of elemental life energy is so great,

it can reassemble them and literally bring anything to life.

I'm sorry I asked.

If we don't find its source and shut it down,

there's no telling what else it may affect.

We've got to hurry.

My sensor indicates the elemental energy source

is now two miles above Manhattan and moving fast.

Look. There it is.

- Say "ah", Buttercup. - I triangulated the coordinates.

Hang on to your shorts or the G-force will give you a wedgie.

Adapt for space capability.

Good luck.

A strange, warm light, moving toward me from a great distance.

Somehow, I'm not afraid.

- It is you. The Silver Surfer. - Yes, Alicia Masters.

I have returned to see the Fantastic Four urgently.

They left. They went to investigate a strange outpouring of energy

which seems to be coming from somewhere in space.

- Then there may yet be time. - Time to do what?

To stand with them in final battle.

Their lives and the lives of all who dwell on earth are in deadly peril.

We're all in danger?

I was flying above your world

when I felt a surge of incalculable energy

draining freely into your atmosphere.

Such energy could have come only from Galactus,

the devourer of worlds.

Yes. I remember hearing how you helped Ben and his friends

to save our planet from him.

But I can only imagine how it happened.

Then let my thoughts be your eyes so your mind can see.

From time beyond imagining, I was herald to Galactus,

endlessly searching for worlds abundant with life

upon which he could feed and slake his ever-gnawing great hunger,

no matter how many lives it consumed.

But the Fantastic Four would not allow earth to be devoured.

And with your help, I learned to see your world as it is,

to recognise its capacity for goodness.

And so I chose to defy my master and fight for this planet.

But now I must find the Fantastic Four.

When Galactus releases elemental life energy into an atmosphere,

it means he is ravenously hungry

and salivating like a wild beast before it seizes its prey.

He will not rest until he has eaten his fill.

Do not lose hope, Alicia.

To be alive is to believe in miracles.

It's Galactus's sphere. Looks like his warranty ran out.

Galactus, of course.

Who else would possess enough elemental life energy

to bring television images to life on earth?

And yet my scanners don't indicate his presence here.

Stop your gabbing and pay attention.

I'm hitting the headlights.

That's strange. I expected the technology inside Galactus's sphere

to be much more advanced than this.

Look! An antimatter generator

to transmit elemental life energy to earth in the form of lightning.

And those strange, empty pods. Fascinating.

- Prepare for space walk. - Suiting up.

Outfitting complete.

If this is Galactus's sphere, where is he?

Look. The Silver Surfer dude.

What's he doing up here in East Nowheresville?

We must leave this place at once. It is a trap.

- I don't understand. - What's the problem?

You're not making any sense, chrome dome.

This is not the universe-spanning sphere of Galactus.

So maybe he got a brother Irving and this is his jalopy?

No, Ben, my scanner proves those pods contain

concentrated life energy in synthetic form.

Why would Galactus need synthetic life energy

when he sucks up the real thing?

That is an excellent question, young man.

- It's Dr Doom. - What's he doing here?

- Where is the creep? - I'm far over your head, as usual.

You're playing a dangerous game.

So much energy is highly unstable.

The forces you unleashed could have destroyed you.

True, but I had to risk it

to make the Silver Surfer believe Galactus had returned.

Only then would he come here to try to rescue you

from his former master.

Why did you want me to do that?

So I could accomplish something that would be impossible

within earth's gravitational field.

The theft of your cosmic powers.

The power of the Surfer's strength flows through me now.

His skills are mine.

Superb.

Surfer, are you alright?

Weak. My legs and arms are heavy.

It is as I have told you.

With my genius and the Surfer's cosmic powers,

nothing can stop me from grinding the governments of world beneath my heel

and dominating this planet.

Well, why don't you stop me?

Well, I thought you'd never ask, rust-for-brains.

OK, it's clobbering time.

Come, Johnny Storm.

It's your turn to save the planet from the threat of Dr Doom.

The antimatter generator, Johnny.

Heat it to fusion temperature

and it'll draw the Surfer's powers out of his armour.

Thermite flame on.

A brilliant counter-move, Richards. But useless.

You wisely employed thermite flame to burn in oxygenless space.

But when your flame goes out,

your body will expand with the vacuum until you burst.

Stay in the capsule. We've gotta get him to earth.

Yes, all of you, run for home with your tails between your legs.

Your time in the sun has ended, and mine has begun.

No, don't pursue, Surfer. You don't have the strength.

Reed. He's falling.

Easy, Surfer, I'm coming at you.

- Surfer, are you alright? - No use.

I'm de-energised. Stripped of my powers.

Fenderhead booby-trapped the joint. We gotta get out of here.

Dr Doom was dangerous enough before.

How can we stop him now that he has the Surfer's powers?

I don't know, but we'll think of something.

If we don't, our world will truly be doomed,

in every sense of the word.

Citizens of the world,

pay close attention to the following demonstration.

I have arranged this to show you the folly of resistance.

Contact your leaders and order them to step aside by noon tomorrow.

Then I shall preside at my coronation and take full command.

Do this and you shall be allowed to live and serve me.

Resist and I shall exterminate you.

All hail Dr Doom.

That tin-can clown is holding all the aces.

It's the Surfer. Reed's got him flying again...

Watch it, will you? Look out, Alicia.

What is it? Ben, you sound so concerned.

Did it come this way?

Something that looked like

a double exposure of the Surfer getting electrocuted?

Yes.

It came in, went right through Alicia's head, and took off through the wall.

I suspected as much.

I've been trying to bond a film of elemental life energy

to the Surfer's metalloid skin

in an effort to restore at least some of his cosmic powers.

That was as close as I've come. It still wasn't close enough.

Poor Foo Foo. I know you want to see your Lassie re-runs.

There's nothing on except this tacky man covered in aluminum siding.

However, Mummy's little boy still has to eat his nummy-nums.

Please, precious. It's full of nice, gooey oatmeal, chicken hearts...

Mercy. No!

Go away!

I've never felt so helpless.

If only we possessed the awesome power of Galactus.

Well, we do have one weapon. Our intellects.

A golden energy has come to replace the silver.

And then it, too, vanishes.

I'm so sorry.

If Dr Doom was able to remove the Surfer's powers,

there must be some way to restore them, darling.

There is, sweetheart.

I just have to find a way to make it stick for longer than a few seconds.

Out of my way, you great orange yahoo.

You can't go in there, lady.

Oh, no? This is my building. I'll go where I like.

Miss Forbes, we're in the midst of an experiment.

Don't I know it?

Some flying apparition resembling Mr Silverman there

flitted into my apartment without a by-your-leave

and completely discombobulated my darling Foo Foo.

Excuse us, please.

Yeah. Don't think we didn't enjoy your visit.

I'm not finished. This is my building and I have rules.

Rules which must be obeyed.

Miss Forbes dictates rules for her own benefit

then gets angry when others don't follow them.

Please don't judge the rest of us by her.

I shall not.

- No, you should. - What?

A rule can be a wonderful thing, if it's been made by someone

who will stop at nothing to enforce it.

An inflexible rule. Of course, that is the answer, Reed Richards.

- Will someone please explain? - There's no time now, Sue.

Ben, Johnny, we may still be able to defeat Dr Doom.

The moment of destiny is upon me.

Turn on the television cameras so the world may witness my coronation.

Sorry, Doom.

I'm afraid your coronation is being cancelled

because of a missing crown.

No monarch can tolerate an act of such defiance and rule.

You shall bend to my iron will or I shall obliterate you.

Stop. You cannot escape my domain.

Return my crown. And then prepare to taste my wrath.

Reed. It worked. Here he comes.

Galactus himself.

Who violates the edict of Galactus with such arrogant abandon?

I am Dr Doom. I have broken no rule of yours.

Now, stand aside. I must deal with these upstarts.

I realise now that it was my mention of the name Galactus

that spurred you into action. Do what you must, Reed Richards.

Yes, Surfer. Now.

- We meet again, Galactus. - Yes, herald.

But we meet beyond the barrier which I had forbidden you to cross.

It was a journey I could not have made without the Fantasticar.

Because the cosmic powers you bestowed upon me were stolen by him.

What?

This armour-clad microbe dares undo what Galactus has ordained?

Let his deed now be undone.

The radiant energy returns.

The power cosmic is mine once more.

- The Surfer is himself again. - Way to go.

Yeah, but where does that leave old iron butt?

No. I am destined to rule the world!

As for you, my once and former herald,

you shall return to the exile I have imposed upon you.

The solar system is yours to traverse.

But only Galactus shall roam the cosmos.

- Well done, Surfer. - Way to go, dude.

- Yeah. - Now let's go home.

Imagine. With seconds to spare,

we saved the earth from the tyranny of Dr Doom.

Yeah, yeah, but the best part is,

if we get back fast enough,

we can still catch the beginning of Iron Man.

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