01x13 - The Silver Surfer and the Return of Galactus

[bunniefuu]

Hey, ain't this great, Alicia?

I mean, here we are, inside

outside the storm

we're in here nice and cozy.

We got cocoa, popcorn, pork rinds

and each other. Hey

It's lovely, Ben.

And Reed and Sue have gone to a lecture

and Johnny is at a rock concert

which means we're here alone.

Hot dog!

We got the TV all to ourselves!

Fightin' fat guys.

I mean, is this the best or what?

Oh, Ben.

It's perfect.

What the Hey!

I've got pork rinds in my hair.

What happened, Ben?

Huh? Uh Nothin', I mean, I guess.

Hey, my Pearl Jam concert

got rained out.

Oh, man, sumo wrestling. That sucks.

Iron Man, cool.

Hey, who asked you to butt in, Butthead?

You gimme that, come here

Wait, there's three of us,

let's ask Alicia what she wants.

Please, settle down,

I'm spilling my cocoa.

- Yikes!

- 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 Último

came right out of the TV set.

- Well

- Mind if I change the channel?

The lecture was cancelled

because of the storm.

What on earth happened to this room?

Later, sweetheart,

I want to watch my favorite program.

- Hey, hold on, Stretcho.

- Reed, no!

Don't press that Button!

And now,

The March of Science.

What is wrong with you three?

And now, our special presentation

a study of raptors and pterodactyls.

Beeth! Thanks a lot, Big Brain!

Look, you just gave us

Jurassic Park on 29th Street.

Stay close, Alicia.

Something incredibly weird is going on.

Here they come.

Okay, you be Barney Rubble,

I'll be Fred Flintstone.

It's time to "yabba dabba doo!"

Uh, flamin' on, Fred!

Take a hike, Dino!

Look!

They're becoming pure energy

and returning to the televisión 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 televisión

won't benefit us for very long.

Those televisión images

were effectively brought to life

by a gigantic infusión

of elemental life energy.

You see, 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.

Hmm. 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 "Ahhh", Buttercup.

- I triangulated the coordinates.

Hang onto your shorts

'cause the G-force'll

give you a wedgie!

Adapt for space capability.

Good luck!

Oh

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've returned to see the Fantastic Four

on an urgent matter.

But they just 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 now in deadly peril.

We're all in danger?

I was flying above your worid

when suddenly

I felt a surge of incalculable energy

draining freely into your atmosphere.

Such energy could have come

only from Galactus

the devourer of worids.

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 the Cosmos

for worids 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 worid as it is

to recognize 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 a planet's 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 televisión images

to life on Earth?

And yet, my scanners

don't indicate his presence here.

Stop your gabbin' and pay attention.

I'm hitting the headlights!

That's strange.

I expected the technology

in Galactus's sphere

to be much more advanced than this.

Look, an anti-matter 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. We just got here.

- What's the problem?

- You're not making 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 Doctor Doom!

- Hey, what's he doing here?

Where is the creep?

I'm far over your head, as usual.

You're playing a dangerous game, Doom.

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!

Aaagh!

Superb!

Surfer, are you all right?

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 the worid beneath my heel

and dominating this planet!

Well, why don't you stop me?

Well, I thought you'd never ask,

Rust for Brains.

Okay, it's clobberin' time.

Come, Johnny Storm!

It's your turn to save the planet

from the threat of Doctor Doom.

Huh?

The anti-matter generator, Johnny.

Heat it to fusión temperature

and it'll draw the Surfer's powers

out of his armor.

Thermite flame on!

A brilliant counter-move, Richards.

But useless.

You wisely employed thermite flame

to burn in oxygen-less space.

But when your flame goes out

your body will expand with the vacuum

until you burst! Ha!

Stay in the capsule, Johnny.

- Reed, 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.

He's falling!

Easy, Surfer. I'm coming to get you.

- Surfer, are you all right?

- No use.

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

Fender Head booby-trapped the joint.

We gotta get outta here.

Doctor Doom

was dangerous enough before.

How can we stop him

now that he has the Surfer's powers?

I don't know, sweetheart,

but we'll think of something.

If we don't,

our worid will truly be doomed

in every sense of the word.

Citizens of the worid

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

when 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 Doctor Doom!

That tin-can clown

is holding all the aces.

It's the Surfer!

Reed's got him flying again and

Huh?

Hey, watch it, will you?

Look out, Alicia!

What is it? Ben, you sound so concerned.

Did it come this way?

You mean 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.

Well, 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.

But there's nothing on except this

tacky man covered in aluminum siding.

However, Mummy's little boy

still has to eat his nummie nums!

Please, precious.

It's full of nice gooey oatmeal

chicken hearts and

Oh! Mercy!

No! No! No!

Go away!

Oh!

I've never felt so helpless.

If only we possessed

the awesome power of Galactus.

Well, we do have one weapon.

Our intellects.

Ahh! A golden energy

has come to replace the silver.

And then it, too, vanishes.

I'm so sorry.

If Doctor 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!

Hey, 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. I can't

Well, 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.

Oh!

Miss Forbes dictates rules

for her own benefit

and 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

especially 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 Doctor Doom!

The moment of destiny is upon me.

Turn on the televisión cameras

so the worid may witness my coronation.

- Sorry, Doom.

- Huh?

Your coronation is being canceled

because of a missing crown.

Uh?

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 Doctor Doom!

I have broken no rule of yours.

Now, stand aside.

I must deal with these upstarts.

I realize now that it was my mention

of the word 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 armor-clad microbe dares undo

what Galactus has ordained?

Let his deed now be undone!

Ahh! 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 worid!

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 Doctor Doom.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. But the best part is

if we get back fast enough,

we can still catch the beginning of

Iron Man!

There's Galactus

looking hungry

And Doctor Doom is near

Here come

the Skrulls invading

Do you run

and hide in fear?

No way, no way, no way

Just call the Four

Fantastic Four

That's all, no more

Now, that's grammatical

Reed Richards is elastic

Sue can fade from sight

Johnny is the Human Torch

The Thing

just loves to fight

Call for the Four

Fantastic Four