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Presenting the Four Freedoms Plaza,

the new home of the Fantastic Four.

Man, Ben, that cake's big enough to move into.

I'm sure we can store most of it in the freezer. Or the garage.

I suspect the bakery had a slight problem deciphering Ben's order.

Hey, inches, feet, ounces, pounds.

Anybody could've made the same mistake.

Who wants the first slice?

Hey, relax. There's plenty for everyone.

Earthquake.

Fortunately, I designed our building to withstand a seismic shock of 9.5.

Check this. Floods in Spain. Hurricanes in Tahiti. Fires, volcanic eruptions.

Yeah, and while you're yakking, the whole city's cracking.

Ben, that overpass is going to collapse. If we can just get there in time.

Come on, Susie. To Benjamin J Grimm, the ever-loving Thing,

"if" is a four-letter word.

Help. Someone help me.

I can't stretch any further.

Grab my hand.

Thanks, Iron Man.

If you could continue your rescue operations,

we'll return to Four Freedoms Plaza to find out why all this is happening.

My tachyon radar indicates that the sky fire is being generated

by an object penetrating our atmosphere at enormous speed.

Just where's this object headed, Reed?

- Gee whiz. - Ben, look.

That's the hammer of Thor, the Thunder God.

Can't that long-haired, lantern-jawed lummox ever knock?

Gotcha.

Hurry, to the ship. That hammer always returns to Thor.

It's obviously a summons from the God of Thunder himself.

- Follow its energy trail, Ben. - Not to worry.

Aunt Petunia's favourite blue-eyed nephew ain't never lost a hammer yet.

Dead ahead. It's Thor.

Goody. Where'd I put my autograph book? Can you believe it?

Somebody trashed his tush and he still looks pretty as a picture.

Get ready. My force-field bubble will pull him in.

Who or what could possibly do this to the God of Thunder,

the most powerful being on Earth?

Most powerful? When did I become Wimp of the Year?

- April. - What? Hey.

What chance have we got against anything that could rough up Thor like this?

Well, for once, Johnny, I don't have an answer.

Instruments are showing something ahead, Ben.

Creatures of the third planet, heed me.

- Check, please. - I am Ego, the living planet.

Feel my wrath.

- Pull it up. - What do you think I'm trying to do?

- Win the Pillsbury bake-off? - Can you land us, Ben?

I'll keep her upright, if you'll step outside and pave me a landing strip.

There's oxygen down there. Let me go, sis. Flame on.

One runway for the orange gentleman in the blue diaper coming right up.

Welcome to Ego International Airport. Sorry, but your luggage has been eaten.

This is no time for levity. Once Ego pinpoints our position...

Reed, what's that? It looks like an enormous city.

That's no city. It's some kind of an array of thruster rockets.

They must be Ego's means of propulsion.

If we knock out those thrusters,

it might stop Ego's progress towards Earth.

Great. Knocking things out is my middle name.

Hey.

It's Ego. He's located us, and he's...

Across the boundless reaches of the cosmos,

I have tracked my sworn enemy.

Now, for his transgressions,

I shall destroy your world and all its populace.

Flame on.

Hitch a ride, sis.

- What a revolting development. - Fear not, Benjamin Grimm.

Thy plight hast caught the eye of Thor, son of Odin.

Son of Odin?

Well, thou has ticked off Ben Grimm, son of Mr and Mrs Grimm.

Now, when I need your help, Goldilocks,

I'll leave a message at the beauty parlour.

We're grateful for your intervention, Thor.

'Tis Thor who owes a debt to thee, Reed Richards.

Time doth grow short.

We must converse.

I knew not this creature until mine enchanted hammer, Mjolnir,

detected Ego's presence with the first storm wind.

Using the Uru hammer's power,

I did unlock a portal to the very depths of space.

And there came I face to face with Ego, the living planet.

I learned of his mad plan to destroy Earth and engaged him in battle.

But how does one, even a god, battle a planet entire?

I was defeated.

'Twas then, with the last of my strength, I summoned thee.

Perhaps where the might of the gods hath failed,

the power of reason and intellect may prevail.

You shall never prevail against Ego.

This ain't looking pretty.

Don't you ever get a coffee break in this blasted superhero business?

Hot dog. Something to clobber.

One little, two little, three little mud guys.

Four little, five little, six little mud guys.

Head for the thrusters. Johnny, lay down a barricade of flame behind us.

These are sidereal thruster rockets alright,

but on a scale I'd have thought impossible.

And yet the technology seems oddly familiar.

Well, I say we turn 'em into scrap metal

and halt this pain-in-the-neck planet right in its loudmouth tracks.

Thor echoes thy sentiment.

Gee.

By Odin! This metal resists even the blows of mine enchanted hammer.

Ain't done wonders for my manicure.

Part of the thrusters' power is used to shield them from direct assault.

I'm afraid there's only one being with the power to destroy these engines,

and that's the one who put them here, Galactus.

- Reed, you can't be serious. - Never more so, darling.

The devourer of worlds is well known e'en on distant Asgard.

Yeah, he knows us, too,

and we ain't exactly on his Christmas card list.

Since his last attack on Earth,

I've been monitoring Galactus's movements on sub-space radar.

Thor, if I provide coordinates, can you take us to him?

Mjolnir's magic can protect myself and one other on such a journey.

Will thou face the devourer alone, Reed Richards,

with only the Mighty Thor at thy side?

I'll do whatever I must. Johnny, you fly Ben and Sue back to the ship.

You can all join me when I return with Galactus.

Ben, remove these lower power packs, the auxiliary units.

It'll slow Ego's progress and buy us some time.

Handle them with kid gloves. They're highly explosive.

Explosive? Oh, yeah.

Darling, please be careful.

Stand thee back, all, whilst mighty Mjolnir doth open a portal

through the very fabric of space.

But what if Galactus refuses to help? We have to do something.

You got my vote in your back pocket, Susie.

Now, if stretcho says I can rip out a few of these things, who am I to argue?

Look out. They've mutated.

The fire's not holding them back. I'll fly us out of here.

No. Ben, grab that power pack and follow me.

- I have an idea. - "I have an idea."

The four scariest words in the English language.

- Johnny, follow us. - Where to?

- Down. - Not again.

Galactus has fed on yet another world.

And you would seek alliance with such a villain?

We've no choice, Thor.

Cringe before me.

I am Terrax the Tamer, now herald to Galactus, devourer of worlds.

He awaits within.

Reed Richards, you have come where you are unwelcome.

Your hour is struck. Your final page is writ.

Threaten us not, villain.

Thor hath brought giants larger than Galactus to their knees.

Wait. Galactus, hear me.

I come not to challenge you but to ask your help.

And why should Galactus involve himself in any petty mortal affairs?

Because you're the reason Earth faces total destruction.

I feel like I've been flushed. Susie, this brilliant idea of yours

better include a medical plan with a real low deductible.

Hazard pay would be nice too, Ben.

But if we can locate the centre of Ego's consciousness,

the explosive energy of that power pack might destroy him.

- Sounds like a suicide mission, sis. - What choice do we have?

With every passing second, Ego gets closer to Earth.

If Reed fails to convince Galactus,

then Alicia, Crystal, the entire Earth will perish.

- That does it. - Ben, where are you going?

Where else? To blow Ego's mind.

So Ego is rushing toward Earth,

using the thrusters only you could have attached to his body.

No. The almighty Galactus cannot be bothered with the fate of fleas.

Enough, herald. As you surmised, in all the universe,

only Ego's power has challenged my own.

It was when the mad planet threatened to destroy this galaxy, my galaxy,

that I did battle him, but to no avail.

His powers were equal to mine.

Ultimately I attached the thrusters and bid them exile Ego

into the vast void of interstellar space.

Then the rest is obvious.

Ego must have somehow gained control of the thrusters

and used them to come after you,

following the trail of dead planets all the way to Earth.

Finding Earth teeming with life, he no doubt assumed

you were a friend to our planet and thus spared it.

And, therefore, Ego determined to draw my master out

by destroying your worthless world.

- How fitting. - Enough talk.

Undo the harm thou hast done

or face the wrath of the God of Thunder.

Galactus shall help, not because of your laughable threat

but on his own condition.

Reed Richards, I shall aid you in vanquishing Ego,

provided you release me from the vow you once extracted from me,

to spare your planet called Earth.

By Odin's beard!

He would trade us one death for another.

An immediate threat for a distant one.

We have no choice. Offer accepted.

Sis.

I can't go on. The air pressure.

I feel it, too. Don't know how much deeper I can go.

You ain't going nowhere. This is where you guys get off.

Ben, this is no time to play John Wayne.

No, Johnny. Ben's right.

He's the only one who stands a chance.

That flash, it's Reed and Galactus.

We'd better alert them that Ben's still down there. Reed, come in.

The communicator's dead. It must've been damaged when we crash landed.

Well, Galactus...

...guess who's coming to dinner.

There's our ship. Good. They made it back to safety.

Galactus. At last my quest is done.

My vengeance is at hand.

Let this then be your end.

This time, the triumph shall be mine.

You mouth madness. You are but a simple being.

I am an entire world.

Your words are true, but in all of space I stand alone.

I am Galactus, the be-all and end-all of the universe.

By Heimdal's eyes. The villainous titans are too evenly matched.

Thor, come with me.

Pressure's even getting to me. But I can't stop.

I have to keep moving or I'll never get going again.

Man. Now, that's what I call a brain.

And I thought old Stretch had all the marbles.

By altering the circuits of your dimensional generator,

I can channel the energy of Thor's Uru hammer into your own cosmic power.

'Twill make the mightiest weapon the universe hath ever known.

Then let it be done. Galactus stands ready.

My gosh. Galactus is trying to blow up the planet with Ben still inside.

- We've got to reach Reed and stop it. - I'm trying.

Those blasts aren't helping.

Here's the wind-up and the pitch.

Strike!

- Reed, Thor, it's Ben. - He's down in the centre of Ego.

Mjolnir shall fly me to his side.

- He's coming around, Reed. - Tough day on the job, big guy?

Jeez, Louise. Anybody get the number of that planet?

Only your rock-hard hide saved you from explosive decompression, Ben.

Yeah. That and holding my breath.

If Thor hadn't dragged your orange buns out of there,

you'd have been space krispies.

No. Come on, you're kidding.

You mean I owe my life to the Fabio of the fjords?

'Twas Thor's privilege, Benjamin Grimm,

to rescue one as noble as thee.

Yeah, well, don't let it go to thy bleached-blond noggin.

Galactus bids you farewell, Reed Richards,

but, remember, a bargain has been struck.

You have released me from my vow to spare your planet.

I hunger not at this moment,

but perhaps another day.

Yes. Another day.

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