The Incredible Hulk: The Enemy Of My Enemy Is My Friend. (this story is set during the third season of the tv show)
The seven police cars all zoomed out of control wildly down the highway in the middle of San Francisco. Jack McGee was driving his white plymouth right behind all the patrol cars. The cars were all speeding down a very long, winding road all through the city that cool morning.
Inside his vehicle, the middle aged tabloid reporter nervously twisted the steering wheel tightly with both hands. He wore a long sleeved white shirt and black and yellow striped tie. He grit his teeth in anticipation. "You're not getting away from me this time," McGee swore quietly to himself as he looked from left to right while gripping the steering wheel, "not this time."
Far ahead of all the turning, and jumping, and flying, and careening automobiles speeding down the highway, the giant, heavily muscled green figure was moving rapidly down the highway way way way in front of all the trying-to-catch-up vehicles, in the middle of the road.
Onlookers stood along the sidewalks watching the kaos and screaming in fear as the completely nude giant green man raised his fists and growled at everybody, then turned and made chilling animal shouts at the oncoming police cars. He raised his fists high into the air, then swirled his body around and walloped his fists down on the hood of a bright red sedan, parked at the left side of him. The long haired elderly woman behind the wheel of the sedan shrieked in terror and held up her hands to her cheeks, her eyes wide.
Inside the white plymouth, Jack McGee pushed his foot down on the accelerator.
The white plymouth made a u turn then spun around and again on the highway and leaped over all the police cars. The car landed with a loud thud in front of the patrol cars, and speeded straight for the running nude green figure far ahead.
The Hulk looked up at the morning sky, growled and raised his fists, and then turned right and darted off the road, past several screaming, frightened onlookers standing watching the whole scene on the street, and glided gracefully down a dark alley, making animal bellows.
Inside the rushing white plymouth McGee watched the moving giant green figure way ahead and smashed his right fist down on the steering wheel. "DAMN!" the reporter shouted.
On the highway, the white plymouth zoomed to the very spot on the sidewalk where the Hulk had just run across and stopped suddenly.
The right door of the car swished open and Jack McGee jumped out of the car and turned ran across the sidewalk in the same direction his green skinned quarry had fled.
The speeding police cars all crashed into the white plymouth as the patrol vehicles stopped suddenly.
Jack's McGee's black pants and boots got stained with mud and muck as the reporter walked down the same alley where the Hulk had run. He looked with shock at the huge, smashed up hole in the brick wall at the end of the alley.
The Hulk wandered carefully across the wide parking lot, and growled and ran into the tall, brown apartment building. The building was more or less in a very isolated spot in the city. YUSI APARTMENTS-read the sign in big white block letters across the top of the three story building.
The giant green figure walked into the building slowly.
David Banner found himself sitting nude on the end of the stairs in the black and white checkered tiled lobby of the apartment building. A large, purple duffel bag lay on the floor of the lobby. David Banner ran his hands over his face, stood up in a complete daze-behaving as if he was half asleep-and collapsed and fell down of the step he was on and on his right shoulder on the black and white checkered tiled floor of the Yusi Apartment lobby. He slowly rose up again and walked towards his purple duffel bag. He kneeled down, still looking very very dazed, and gently unzipped the duffel bag. "Last thing I remember is...is...being thrown down the stairs when that massive tremor started again," David Banner thought to himself worriedly as he put on a long sleeved brown pullover, and blue jeans, and boots all of which he pulled out of the duffel bag. The ripped and torn remains of a pair of cowboy boots and blue jean and short sleeved red shirt were lying on the floor far behind David, "I have to go...NOW!" David thought as he slung the bag over his shoulder, "if it wasn't for that big earth tremor before, I'd have gotten to that branch of the Clive Research Laboratories in San Francisco by now! Now I'll just have to leave town!"
David ran across the large, black and white checkered tiled apartment building lobby, the long twisting staircase behind him, and he jogged right out of the entranceway.
Jack McGee stood outside the alleyway surrounded by twenty or so uniformed men and women police officers. The officers were all examining the alleyway and talking to all the onlookers standing by.
The famed tv reporter Walter Cronkite stood in front of McGee and all the police officers and onlookers, holding a large, black microphone in his hands and wearing a brown overcoat. A small tv camera crew and camera equipment was situated on the sidewalk right in front of him. "IT SEEMS THE CITY OF SAN FRANCISCO HAS HAD ITS SHARE OF EXCITEMENT THIS SUNDAY MORNING," Cronkite stammered into the microphone as he looked behind himself at Jack McGee, who just stood there with a wild expression on his face. Cronkite then turned to face the camera crew and the cameras. "FIRST THERE WAS THAT MASSIVE QUAKE, OR RATHER A TREMOR THAT SHOOK UP THE WHOLE CITY TWO HOURS AGO, THEN A BIG GREEN MONSTER WAS SEEN RUNNING AMOK," Cronkite said into the mike with interest, "AFTER CRASHING THROUGH A LARGE TRAVEL AGENCY BUILDING, THE CREATURE WAS..."
The brown helicopter flew smoothly over the small island, that evening. Inside the helicopter, could be seen Jack McGee sat beside the pilot of the chopper: a young, long blonde haired woman wearing a white cap and white coveralls. The young woman had a look of strong apprehension coming over her pretty features. The wind whipped Jack McGee's black suit and suit and hair as he allowed a glance downwards, at the dim greenery of the lush island thousands of feet below his feet.
Jack McGee then calmly adjusted his lapels and tie. The pilot looked even more apprehensive as she looked at McGee then looked back at the controls she gripped with both hands. "Mr. Sutton is going to plenty be pissed off at me," shuddered the young woman as she lay back uneasily in her seat, her hands twisting all the controls, "Mr. Sutton gave strict orders that he's not to be disturbed for ANY REASON after seven at night! He's gonna kick me ass..."
Jack McGee reached into his left pants pocket and set a huge wad of cash down on the woman's lap. A cheshire cat grin spread across his face. "That's double what that weirdo, rich, jungle guy pays you," McGee reminded her as he slowly looked at her, "that's a week's pay right there." The woman looked down at the money then looked back at the controls she held in her hands. "And, if the Hulk is found this time you get ten thousand so what do you say?"
The small brown helicopter landed without hitch on the grassy lawn. It was pitch black night now. The helicopter was just a littleways from the large, brown house.
McGee cautiously stepped out of the helicopter and strolled across the grass towards the house ahead of him. There were some hills way in the background. He shook his head as he observed the strange looking-safari themed looking abode.
He stopped walking and shook as he heard the loud growl of a lion from somewhere's in the distance. He then continued his easy stroll towards the house. "Lions as pets huh?" McGee thought in amazement to himself, "I've known some kooks in my time, but this Sutton has got them all beat."
The reporter went to the front door of the african themed house and rang the doorbell. The doorbell chimed the song I WING MY WHIP, as McGee pushed the green button twice.
The brown door slid open sideways, seemingly automatically.
McGee heard a loud animal growl to the left side of him.
He shot a nervous glance and saw a huge crocodile way off in the distance, crawling along the grass.
The tall, clean shaven, fifty something year old man with short, curly black hair and wearing a white safari shirt and shorts and white tennis shoes stood there facing the curious tabloid reporter. The man pushed his eyebrows together, puzzled, as he looked over McGee. "Mr. Sutton, Im Jack McGee of the National Register, "the reporter introduced himself, "I'm sorry to intrude on you like this, but it's a very important matter. My paper wants, we want your help in tracking down a dangerous animal, and we read up on your reputation." Sutton just stood there, bewildered, as he stared at McGee for a second or so. "Your a reporter and you want my help in catching a dangerous animal?" Sutton inquired suspicously, "Mr. McGee this island is off limits to visitors, didn't my pilot, Helen, tell you that?" McGee sighed with annoyance. Sutton gave a half a smile and nodded arrogantly. "How much did you bribe?" he asked the reporter with a slight chuckle. Sutton craned his neck and looked outside at the helicopter. "I ought to give her the pink slip," Sutton joked in sarcasm as he leaned against the right side of the doorway. A zebra ran past McGee right behind him. "If you just let me explain Mr. Sutton, I'm sure you'd find this very worth your while, "McGee pleaded his case as Sutton continued to look him over in a who-is-this-guy kind of way. "Your from the National register you say?" the millionaire clarified. "Yes," replied McGee. After a pause Sutton extended his left arm sideways. "Come in, "he said, "any kind of hunt for a dangerous animal peaks my interest." The screeching of some monkeys far off in the distance.
McGee walked behind Sutton into the brown walled living room. He looked around himself at all the trophies of animal heads stuck on the walls-antelopes, a tiger head, a bear head. There was a collection of black and white photographs in albums standing on a small dark blue table in the centre of the room. The photos all showed Sutton standing in the jungle besides a tiger corpse, Sutton outside a zoo enclosure, wearing a business suit, and grinning at a hissing jaguar inside the cage, Sutton being attacked by black mamba snake in jungle swamp. "The National Register huh?" Sutton laughed out the name as he led McGee into his living room, "that was the supermarket issue that had that story about an alien pregnant by Elvis as I recall." McGee laughed with him. "Yeah, my paper has a reputation for stretching the truth, "McGee admitted nervously. "Please sit down Mr. McGee," offered Sutton as he and the reporter sat down on two zebra striped sofas in the middle of the room: the two men both facing each other.
A gorgeous, fine figured black woman suddenly stepped into the living room and smile at both McGee and Sutton. The woman wore a lovely, flowing pink dress and several gold and emerald. rings on her fingers. She had long, smooth black hair tied in a bun. McGee and Sutton both looked up at the woman and the millionaire nodded to her. "Mr. McGee, this is my wife Calypso. Calypso, this is Mr. McGee, he's a reporter for a tabloid. "The young-she looked to be about thirty five or so-gorgeous black woman smiled and nodded at McGee. "How do you do Mr. McGee," she said in a very strong, french accent. The black beauty then turned around and left the room.
Sutton leaned forwards and folded his hands over his knees. His face took on an aura of excitement. "Now, you say you want my help in finding a dangerous animal?" the millionaire's words took on a slight russian accent. McGee leaned forwards as well. He looked into Sutton's dark eyes. "Have you ever heard, Mr. Sutton of the creature known as the Hulk?" Sutton shook his head. McGee reached into his pocket and took out the black and white newspaper clipping of the Hulk running rampant in New York city. He handed the newspaper photo to millionaire who just looked down at the photo, and made an I don't know gesture with his mouth. "Well this monster is wanted for the murders of two people, Dr. Elaina Marks and Dr. David Banner, there's a warrant for it's arrest, it's dangerous and my paper is offering a ten thousand dollar for it's capture." Sutton stared down at the photo for a minute or two. "Why don't you start at the beginning Mr. McGee," suggested the millionaire at last.
After about an hour or so, McGee had finally finished. "And that's the whole story Mr. Sutton," the reporter told the interested millionaire. Sutton was hunched over, looking over McGee with much interest. He shook his head. "A man who becomes a beast you say?" he asked with smirk, "quite a story indeed. I don't exactly need ten thousand dollars you know." McGee hunched over a ways also. "Mr. Sutton, with your skills and knowledge of tracking animals all over the world you could be very useful in putting a stop to this murderous Hulk." "I see," responded Sutton. "I'm after the Hulk and John Doe who becomes him," McGee said.
Elsewhere, David Banner sat alone, on a bed in a cheap, white walled motel room. He wore a long sleeved, yellow and green checkered, buttoned up shirt and red corduroy pants and boots. His purple duffel bag lay on the floor by his feet. A small, gray tape recorder was on his knees. David Banner was talking into a small, blue microphone on the recorder. "Now it's time for me to record my daily scientific journal of my progress in finding a cure, "David thought to himself as he pressed some buttons on the tape recorder, "as always, to protect my privacy, just in case anybody but me ever finds the recorder, I always talk in the third person, and I've set the voice altering mechanism." David glanced concernedly around himself, around the cheap motel room. The only other item, besides the bed, was a large, walnut bureau at the foot of the bed. David pressed a bright blue button on the tape recorder. "DR. DAVID BANNER, PHYSICIAN, SCIENTIST, SEARCHING FOR WAY TO TAP INTO THE HIDDEN STRENGTHS THAT ALL HUMANS HAVE," the very deep, dark voice narrated out of the machine. David smiled. "The voice sounds nothing like mine. Good." "THEN AN ACCIDENTAL OVERDOSE OF GAMMA RADIATION ALTERS HIS BODY CHEMISTRY. NOW WHEN DAVID BANNER BECOMES ANGERED OR OUTRAGED A STARTLING METAMORPHIS OCCURS..." "That voice sounds like Lurch on the Adams Family," David thought, jokingly.
"Mr. McGee, you've brought up quite a challenge," Sutton told the reporter while making a creepy grin. McGee leaned closer forwards. His eyes twinkling. "I think I need you on my side Mr. Sutton," insisted McGee as he looked right at the interested millionaire.
Through one of the windows on the wall of the living room, way behind Sutton, McGee noticed a grizzly bear go walking past the right side of the window. McGee was startled for a second.
"If you could help me in hunting down the Hulk, you'd do the world a great service in putting this murder out of commission once and for all, "the reporter begged, "I'm just an amateur at this hunter thing...but you...your the expert. That's why I need you on my side. The two of us could join forces." Sutton raised his eyebrows and made an evil smile.
Sutton stood up and shook McGee's hand. "McGee you got a deal," agreed the dark haired millionaire as he showed the tabloid reporter to the entrance way of the living room, "how could I possibly resist what might be the greatest hunt of all time. "The two men walked past a large statute of a bronze zebra standing in the living room. "Have your paper get back to me with all the details. You and I are going to be partners very soon in this hunt for the Hulk McGee." McGee just grinned and nodded at the excited millionaire. "Now THAT'S what I wanted to hear Mr. Sutton!" McGee exclaimed, as Sutton pulled down a large orange lever sticking out of the right side of the wall. The automatic door to the living room slid open once again. "We'll do that Mr. Sutton and thanks," McGee said as he stepped out of the living room and through the entrance way and out of the house.
Once McGee was outside the living room, automatic door slid shut again. Sutton turned around and sauntered back into the living room. He was greeted by his wife Calypso who came moving towards him from the left side of the room. The two embraced and kissed on the lips. "The Hulk will be my greatest challenge yet," sparkled Sutton as he kissed the gorgeous black woman's lips more deeply. He spoke now in a strong russian accent. "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" exclaimed Sutton as he held his wife closer towards him, "a big green monster. Hmmmmmmmm." "Well my husband, "Calypso said in between deep lip kisses, "what say you and go to bed now my husband. It's getting late. And that big green creature is going to be a trophy on your wall." Sutton's face took on a frightening, sinister contour. He made terrifying sneer. "Yes Calypso, " he said in a very strong russian accent, "that monster will soon be no match for the skill of Sergei Sutton Kravinoff!" The man said his full name with pride. Both he and the gorgeous black woman laughed in evil tones.
Sometime later, the Hulk wandered through the jungle on the island. He looked behind himself and saw the body of 'Sutton' just lying there.
At one point a ferocious lioness jumped out at the Hulk! The Hulk growled and jumped back. The lioness leaped upon the giant green man. The Hulk growled as loud as ever and tossed the snarling big cat off of him. In fear, the lioness ran away deep into the jungle.
The Hulk slowly transformed back into David Banner.