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Marvel Test Script #1 (1993)

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Near the front door of their apartment, Mary Jane places a shopping list into her small shoulder bag.  From behind, Peter hugs Mary Jane.  Mary Jane giggles.

Caption:  "One Saturday afternoon..."

Peter:  "Let's stay home."

Peter begins to muzzle into Mary Jane's neck as she playfully slips from his grasp.

Mary Jane:  "Peter, it won't work. There's nothing to eat in the house."

Peter catches her again, spinning her around to face him. He kisses her deeply; Mary Jane responds.

Peter:  "I've got all I need right here."

Mary Jane:  "Peter..."

With one more quick peck, Peter opens the door for his wife.  Mary Jane, placing her bag on her shoulder, turns to go.

Peter:  "All right, all right.  But once we get back your all mine."

Down on the NYC street, Peter places his arm across Mary Jane's shoulders.  Mary Jane encircles his waist with one of her slender arms.  They look to be the perfect couple in love.

Mary Jane:  "You know, we should have Liz and Norm up for dinner."

Peter:  "I know, I know.  I just feel funny being around Liz with     Harry in jail."

Mary Jane:  "You're not responsible for his action.  Just because         your..."

Mary Jane pauses.  She looks around at all the different people on the street, in the cars, passing by.  Peter gazes her;  Mary Jane knows that he knows what she means.

Mary Jane:  "Just because you chose one course, doesn't mean you set Harry on his."

Peter:  "I know."

Suddenly, Peter's spider sense goes off.  Mary Jane notices Peter tensing up.  In the building they are passing, a child's plastic football comes flying out the first story window. 


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Peter quickly catches the ball before it hits them.  A young lad appears in the window.

Boy:  "Sorry, mister.  Can I have my ball?"

Peter tosses the ball back to the youngster.

Peter:  "Be careful."

But the spider sense still goes off.  Mary Jane is aware that Peter senses something, and the two of them begin looking around for another threat.  Two blocks away, an explosion erupts smoke into the sky.  Mary Jane clings to Peter as Super Skrull Flies over their heads.  Peter turns to Mary Jane as she still holds on to him.

Peter:  "Honey..."

Mary Jane:  "Go on.  Please be careful."

Peter rushes back to their apartment. 

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Soon, Spiderman swings over NYC after the Super Skrull.

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Spiderman spots the Super Skrull floating above the roof tops.  He appears to be following a van down on the streets below.  The van moves recklessly through the streets.

Spiderman:  (thinking)`I wonder what he wants...'

Super Skrull stretches back with his orange-rock, Thing hand to hit

Spiderman closely trailing him.  Using his webbing, Spiderman whisks out of harm's way.

Super Skrull:  "I have no time for you today."

Spiderman:  "I didn't know you could tell time."

Spiderman swings in to kick Super Skrull in the face.  Super Skrull retaliates by forming an invisible wrecking ball;  Spiderman flies across the roof tops from the blow.

Super Skrull:  "Leave me alone, little man."

Spiderman, lying on tarmac of an apartment building, recovers.  Quickly, he shoots his webbing around Super Skrull's ankle and prepares for a ride.  Super Skrull looks back to find Spiderman in tow.  Without a second thought, he "flames on" his arm.  Sending his flame out, he cuts the webbing.  Spiderman recovers by shooting his webbing onto a nearby highrise, swinging right along with the Skrull.

Spiderman:  (thinking) `Well, if I can't stop you, maybe I should stop your prey.'

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