00x02 - Puddle Trouble

[bunniefuu]

Ow!

Plastic-- What's the matter?Drawing a

plank?I'm Plastic Man, and you're

mean and under arrest.

Feel the long arm of the law, you no-good

goon.

Hmm

Hey. Plastic, man.

I told you before, no gum in my

office.

Oh, boy. And I suppose you think you

deserve to lounge around like this. Sure,

why not?Why not?Why not?

Why not?Have you forgotten the

debt you owe society for all the

crummy stuff you did back when you were

Eel O'Brien?Look, Archie,

that was a long time ago. Sure, I used to

be Eel O'Brien, but it's not me

anymore. Now the name's man,

Plastic Man. I fight crime.

Catch criminals. Why, this week alone, I

shaved the stupendous double of the 5:00

shadow. But please, wait, there's more. I

silence the psychosonic siren song of

Lady Granite.

Show's over, lady. And the week before

that, I spin-dried Professor Spindrith,

mowed down the grasshopper, returned the

tuxedo, extinguished firebug,

salted Mr. Pretzel, and last but not

least, mopped up that hydrated horror,

the human puddle. That's what you

think, gumboy. Is it hot

in here?I feel a bit flushed.

God darn it, Plastic Man! That is it!

When are you going to stop stretching and

start thinking?I'm here to help you, to

be a cool-headed, even-keeled matter to

you! I like you, O'Brien. You say you're

a good guy now. Well, I believe you. Why,

Why to me, you're almost like, uh-- Son,

don't push it. Community Service Center,

Archie Bronson speaking. What?Speak

up. We got a lousy connection. Help! This

is Mr. Pedigree at the pet shop. I'm

being held c*ptive, Pike.

The human puddle is loose, and he's at

the pet shop. Plaz, you gotta... Plaz?

Don't worry, Archie. I'll just have to

wing it.

Prepare to be paddled, Puddle. Because

Plastic Man's coming in for a...

planning. I'm being robbed and

drowned at the same time! Listen

here, Slick Willy. Yuck, what a mess

this place is. Grime's messy, but

oh so profitable.

Remember, eel?

Dry a puddle! I can breathe.

I-E-I-O-U!

Wait, Willy!

Nice shot!

was beaten by a guy who can be anywhere

at any time. But, But that's my

stick. How could this happen to

me?Me, Eel O'Brien--

whoops! I mean, Plastic Man, the

pliable paladin, the ductile detective,

the, uh, uh,

stretchy crime preventer fella.

What chance have I got on a planet that's

three-quarters liquid?

You dirt fool kids, get away from this

hydrant. You don't know who could be

pouring out of it.

Dehydrated city marathoners.

Hey, buddy, don't you realize you could

be drinking a non-felon?

Get a hold of yourself, Plaz. Archie?

While you're going all soft in the

watermelon, the bubble has become a one

man wave of destruction.

He's flooding the city. Flooding. Of

course. I wondered why a no good Nick

like him was knocking over a pet store.

He only wanted to bust the aquariums.

Once the city's underwater, he'll be able

to run this town. Plastic Man, that's got

to be the stupidest plan in history.

Exactly, Arty. But we're stupider.

How will I catch him?I'm petrified to

fight him again. Snap out of it. Don't

hit. Don't hit. I'll catch him.

Man. O'Brien, I smacked

you upside your rubber head for one

reason. I care. There's

greatness in you, eel. And as your parole

officer, it's my job to help you on your

journey from bad apple to good egg.

I know you can evaporate the human puddle

once and for all. But before you do,

you gotta get angry. You gotta

get mean angry. You gotta get

furious! I've gotta get chopping.

He's such a weird superhero.

Puddle, your evil wetness must be

expunged.

Give it up, putty puss! I will rule the

city, the country, the continent, and

finally, huzzah! Say a

four-ply goodbye, puddle!

HuhHmm..

I'm on a roll, baby!

HuhOh, stop him, plastic man! Love

you.

Ha! Final score, Plastic Man 1,

Human Puddle H2O.

I saved the city. Do tell, do tell!

Zoom, Plastic Man! The city will

be superb!

Eat your just desserts, human puddle. Or

simply add water.

Phew!

Ew, lime!

This town wasn't big enough for the

puddle and me. But thankfully, there's

always room for gelatin.

Plaz, there's good news and bad news. The

good news is the City Hall boys have

taken six months off your parole. The bad

news is it's going to take a year to

build a new-- Damn.