- Ha-ha! - Huzzah!
- Yeah! - Ha-ha!
- Cool. - Whoo-hoo!
Huh?
- Surprise! - It's Doctor Octopus!
- Jump on! Come on! - Surround him!
We need backup! We got a code 3!
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.
I've come for the Beta-Burst missile.
And this ridiculous mortal
who dares set himself above his fellows, Dr. Otto Octavius.
Prepare to be punked by the hand of Loki.
Well put, my henchman.
Now behold my latest bit of trickery:
Heimdall's eyeballs. You are one sorry Chitauri!
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.
Whoo! Yeah!
How do I do this all day and not get nauseated?
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? - 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!
What's that?
- Get him! Come on! - Now's our chance!
Operation Pile on!
Oh-h-h-h... this, I like!
Oh no...
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!
Don't get up, fellows, I can reach it from here.
- Where's that back-up? - 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.
My mystic master wishes me to seal your doom!
Ow!
Uh, you lost me there, snake-arms.
What mystic master, and why?
Oh, I have my reasons.
Besides, there's nothing else on.
Thanks, Patsy. When we come back,
one of my favourite things: crafts made from re-purposed dryer-lint.
How 'bout that, huh?
Hey, Ock! You're getting a little... grabby.
- Missed me! Try again. - Argh!
Ooooh!
How 'bout this time, I stand by these high-voltage wires, 'kay?
Well, that went great.
Somebody order the fried calamari?
You know, "calamari?"
Ock? Oh, never mind.
- What took you so long? - Oof!
I ran out of web fluid on the Garden State Parkway.
Thanks, buddy!
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.
What?
My Octavius Overload defeated so easily?
This isn't over!
Really?
Henchman, the lights please!