01x03 - Now Comes the Sub-Mariner

[bunniefuu]

Wow.

This is the greatest little

video game I ever seen.

It's got the

Skrulls invading the Earth.

Nothing to stop them

creepy alien goofballs

but yours truly.

Yours truly.

Mama Grimm's blue-eyed

baby boy.

- Hey.

- Let me play with it a while.

Oh, yeah? In your dreams.

No, no. I'm not letting

that creep get away with zapping me.

- It's my game, let me have it.

- Yeah?

You took the words

right out of my mouth.

Flame on.

Back off, Mr. Heat Rash.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hold it, you two.

Put that sofa down.

Now, how many times

do I have to tell you

no flame throwing around here?

I'm using my shield.

What is this thing, anyway?

It's just a toy, sis.

I found it in the park.

It probably belongs

to some poor kid.

Any kid who'd

lose a game with me in it

deserves to lose it.

Give me that.

We don't have time for this now.

Reed wants us.

There's an important

message coming in.

Probably Schwarzenegger begging

me to be in his next movie.

Ben, Sue, Johnny.

You're just in time.

Look, it's the president.

Ow!

I owe you.

Dr. Richards,

it's good to see you again.

Likewise, Mr. President.

Why didn't he

tell us who it was?

Shh.

Hello, Mr. President.

Just because I didn't vote for you

don't mean I ain't behind

you all the way, big guy.

I appreciate that.

The Coast Guard has reported

encounters with unknown creatures.

We suspect they could be

under the control of the Sub-Mariner.

Prince Namor.

If that weasel

is looking for trouble

If reports are true, this could be

the beginning of a global catastrophe.

NASA has a satellite

tracking station in that area.

Yes, and if

anything happens to it

our entire surveillance

system would be in danger.

- We'll leave right away.

- I knew I could count on you.

After all,

like we say in Arkansas

you guys are stronger

than garlic in a mustache.

- Is he puttin' us on?

- Quiet.

Oh, one more thing.

This operation must be secret.

No need to alarm the public.

Well, you know what that means.

Yeah. I can't

finish playing my game.

Hold it a second.

Excuse me for interrupting.

But since some viewers

might not speak fluent Skrull

we'll use our mighty

Marvel language converter

to bring you up to speed.

Great work, Votan.

The Fantastic Four believe

you were their president.

That

"garlic in the moustache"

was a nice touch.

Just something I heard on a

country- western radio station

beaming up from Earth.

Now, with the Fantastic Four

off on a pointless chase

in the North Atlantic

we can get on with our plans.

Notify Admiral Kah

on the mothership

hiding behind the Earth's moon.

The Fantastic Four

have taken the bait.

Commander Lyja, initiate Phase Beta.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Commence Beta.

Skrull Earth operatives will now

assume the forms of the Fantastic Four

and commit criminal acts

to discredit them.

Help, it's the Thing.

He's gone crazy!

Excitement is high as

the crowd awaits the arrival

of the queen, and as Her Majesty

gets out of the limousine

she begins to greet her admirers.

Oh! And there's

Sue Storm Richards

one of the beloved Fantastic Four.

And Good grief!

She's stealing

the queen's tiara!

Sue Richards is a crook!

Clear taxi strip for takeoff.

Experimental jet now airborne.

Something has me.

It's Mr. Fantastic

and the Human Torch?

Look out! Mayday, Mayday!

And it is

with a very heavy heart

that I say we do not know why

the Fantastic Four have

become criminal menaces.

But they must be captured.

Bay of Fundy, dead ahead.

- This is the spot.

- Everything looks okay.

Some emergency. My Aunt Petunia

could've handled this one.

Look.

What are they?

Well, they sure ain't

chicken of the sea.

Strange, my cybernetic scope

is not picking them up.

Now here we go again.

What's that supposed to mean?

They're not real. They're

some kind of holographic projection.

Johnny, take us down.

Activate underwater canopies.

I'm getting sensor activity.

Getting warm warmer.

There.

That's the image generator.

But why would anyone want us

to think those monsters are real?

Okay, big brain. You tell us.

I'll know more once we get

this back to the lab for analysis.

Hey. We got company.

Ahoy, the Fantastic Four.

You are under arrest by order

of the President of the United States.

Are they kidding?

Come on.

Let's kick some butt.

No, we don't fight

our own government.

We play this one by the book.

It is all going according to plan,

Magnificence.

Bring up some more prisoners.

These are beginning to bore me.

Yes, soon we Skrulls

shall grind the Earth

beneath our heel.

And we won't have to battle

the Fantastic Four.

Thanks to my brilliance

they have been neutralized

by their own Army.

Now that the

Fantastic Four are out of our way

may we proceed with our battle plan?

- Not yet.

- What better time?

The forces are gathered

and our enemy suspects nothing.

Not yet. Until my

undercover agents report

the Fantastic Four

are truly out of action

we cannot launch the attack.

Is that clear?

Yes, Your Majesty.

I have the most powerful

invasión force of all

and I'm compelled to wait

on that imperial fool.

What do you suggest?

Begin the countdown. If word

doesn't come from the emperor soon

I'll launch the attack anyway.

Begin the countdown.

In less than 12 Earth hours

we shall dominate this planet

while the Fantastic Four remain

helpless in prison.

This bizarre chain

of events was no accident.

It's time to take action.

Sue, Johnny, Ben,

can you hear me?

- I've got you.

- Loud and clear.

Yeah, I hear you.

But a fat lot of good it does me.

The president is convinced

we've gone crazy and turned destructive.

The way Ben behaved when

they got us, who can blame him?

Oh, come on. So I punched out

a couple of stone walls, big deal.

Somebody framed us.

But who and why?

I don't know, Johnny

but we have to get out

of here and stop them.

I found my way out.

You three know what to do.

We'll rendezvous at Site Seven.

We must clear our names.

Hey, the Fantastic Four.

You think we can hold them?

Are you kidding?

This joint's escape proof.

Sorry,

I really must be going.

Jailbreak!

Jailbreak, help!

This should do the trick, I hope.

It's all right,

the prisoner's still here.

We're still missing Johnny.

Don't worry, darling.

He's resourceful.

He'll find a way.

Flame on.

Seal the perimeter cells!

They're playing my song.

The alien generator.

The police didn't impound it.

They evidently didn't

know what it was. Watch.

It duplicates life forms.

Wow, that image generator is cool.

I bet it could knock out

some fantastic babes.

Where did it come from?

I'm not sure.

But this is the hallmark

of some highly

evolved alien culture.

If you're talking buggy-eyed

monsters from outer space

why didn't you just say so?

Whoever they are,

they must have created

exact replicas of each of us

and sent them out to commit crimes.

As easily as this.

Get out of here.

And they did this to

get us out of the way.

But why?

- So, what happens next?

- Right, Stretch-o.

Come on, you're the leader.

Start leading.

This device came from outer space.

- Do we have anything going out there?

- The Andromeda space shuttle.

- It's being launched tonight.

- That's it.

Here, put these on.

This is embarrassing.

People will think I'm

covering a zit or something.

These are translingual

patches I've developed.

They will translate any

alien language we encounter

by applying a molecular

conversión isotope

Hey. Why do

we have to fight anybody

when you can talk them to death.

Look.

If I didn't know I was here,

I'd swear that was me.

It's an alien form

made to look like you.

Follow us,

but stay out of sight.

Flame on.

Now,

to talk to the alien Torch.

Hello.

I thought you were

going after the hospital.

We came to tell you

that plans have changed.

Okay. After I toast this rocket,

I'll be right with you.

No. We're not

destroying anything else.

Your orders are to come with us.

- Where'd you get this vehicle?

- It belongs to the real Four.

It ain't much to look at,

but it gets the chicks.

We have to return to our checkpoint

and report to high command.

Whatever you say.

Why are you keeping your phony forms?

- Uh, well

- We were told to keep these identities

until ordered to change.

Well, maybe I should too.

Give me the location

of the checkpoint

and I'll punch it into the computer.

Thirty-seven

degrees north latitude

140 degrees west longitude.

- But you should know that.

- I forgot, so sue me.

We're alone, unarmed

and heading into an alien power base.

Hey, if being

a superhero was easy

any bozo could do it.

I'm tired of waiting.

My troopers are at their peak.

If we don't go now,

we'll lose our advantage.

Give the orders.

Admiral Kah,

you must not attack

until I give the command.

The Fantastic Four have escaped.

My operatives will now

launch a reign of terror

and once the Four

are ex*cuted for it

it will be safe to invade.

There's the checkpoint.

My three comrades are there, but you

Comrades, we've been betrayed!

Well, that's nothing

to what you're going to be.

Reed, he's changing

into a A creature.

Transform, comrades.

Johnny, get them.

Come here, Dino.

One for the money,

two for the show.

Now you did it,

you big, dumb schmo.

Start talking.

What's going on?

Based on what the Skrull told me,

I'll pay a call on the mothership.

Alien ship approaching

southeast quadrant.

Ah, it's Operative Kok Nal

the one who assumes

the form of Mr. Fantastic.

Operative Kok Nal

has returned, Magnificence.

Excellent. I want his report.

And so, Your Majesty,

we must not launch the attack.

What? Don't be ridiculous.

The Four are no longer a threat to us.

The Four are only

the front line of defense.

- Earth has much more powerful forces.

- You have proof of this?

Insert this in

your holographic system.

What it shows is only

the tip of the iceberg we're up against.

These hideous creatures

could devastate our brave forces.

Reed's showing them scenes

from old monster movies.

Yes, let's hope the Skrulls

don't watch Saturday morning TV.

As you can see, Your Majesty

it would be suicide

to go against such powers.

Imperial Guard.

Maybe they've seen the reruns.

Storm Trooper Votan?

Yes, Your Highness.

I hereby present Operative Kok Nal

with the Imperial Order

of the All-Conquering Nakdal

for meritorious service

to the Crown.

Nakdal!

Please accept my

personal Nakdal, operative.

Coming from you, commander

this is indeed

a Nakdal to remember.

Operative Kok Nal

you will now return to Planet Skrull

with the other three

operatives from Earth.

I will debrief you, myself.

- Uh-oh.

- Now what?

We're in deep doo-doo.

My emperor, I am afraid

I cannot do as you ask.

- What?

- What?

Back on Earth, every trace

of the Skrull invasión plan

must be eradicated.

It is my duty to prevent retaliation

from the Earth forces you witnessed.

- Trooper Votan!

- Yes, Your Majesty?

Give Kok Nal the

Ultimate High Grand award

for bravery beyond Skrullness.

Yes, Your Highness.

And give him three more

of those medals

for the boys back on Earth.

Kok Nal?

You're a skrull Skrull.

Thank you.

I must return to Earth now

to make certain I deserve

these high tributes.

Farewell.

Call me.

Gee.

Plastic.

They are distracted. Transform.

Hey, the Skrulls!

Gangway. It's clobberin' time.

No need.

My hypno-suggestion ray

transmits orders

that can't be resisted.

How do we know

they'll stay that way?

The hypno-ray told them

they like being goats.

Soon as we get back,

I'll contact the president

and set him straight

about what's happened.

Has the invasión started?

Are we winning?

Give me my game.

- What do you mean, your game?

- Huh?

I know just what to do with this.

Uh, here, son.

Uh, enjoy the game.

What are you doing?

Unhand me.

I am an officer of the

Imperial Skrull Expeditionary Force.

I shall reduce

your planet to ashes.

Do you hear me?

Does anybody hear me?

Hey! Put me down.

I will laser b*mb your village