Narrator Peter: She looks at me every day. Mary Jane Watson. Oh, boy. If she only knew how I felt about her. But she can never know. I made a choice once to live a life of responsibility. A life she can never be a part of. Who am I? I'm Spider-Man, given a job to do. And I'm Peter Parker, and I, too, have a job.

The boy was running late for his new job as a pizza delivery man.

Mr. Aziz: Parker. Parker! No, no, no, stop! Stop! Parker, you're late, man. Always late.

Peter: I'm sorry, Mr. Aziz. There was a disturbance.

Mr. Aziz: Another disturbance. Always a disturbance with you. Come on, minutes ago, in comes order. Harmattan, Burton & Smith. Eight extra-large deep-dish pizzas. In eight minutes, I am defaulting on Joe's 29-minute guarantee. Then, not only am I receiving no money for these pizzas… ...but I will lose the customer forever to Pizza Yurt. Look, you are my only hope, all right? You have to make it in time. Peter, you're a nice guy. But you're just not dependable. This is your last chance. You have to go 42 blocks in seven and a half minutes or your ass is fired. Go!

Peter began his delivery as he rode on his bike. It was rough, for he had to avoid oncoming obstacles. He then looked at the clock. The minutes were about to be up. He decides to deliver on foot, but he had to do it in style. He ran into an alley and came out as the web-slinging Spider-Man.

Bystander: Whoa! He stole that guy's pizzas!

He was swinging his way when he saw some kids chasing after a balloon.

Kid: I'm gonna get it!

He dropped his pizzas and saved the kids from an oncoming truck.

Spider-Man: Hey, you guys. No playing in the streets.

Kids: Yes, Mr. Spider-Man.

Spider-Man: See you.

He swung out and got his pizzas back from some dude. Moments later, he came into the attorney building as Peter Parker.

Peter: Pizza time.

Desk Lady: You're late. I'm not paying for those.

He dropped off the pizzas and went out.

Mr. Aziz: Joe's 29-minute guarantee is a promise, man. I know to you, Parker, a promise means nothing. But to me, it's serious.

Peter: It's serious to me, too, Mr. Aziz.

Mr. Aziz: You're fired. Go.

Peter: Please, I need this job.

Mr. Aziz: You're fired.

Peter: Look, give me another chance.

The man responded by ripping the pizza sticker off Peter's helmet. Peter lost a job, and it only goes downhill from there.

J. Jonah Jameson: You're fired. Parker, hello. You're fired.

Peter: Why?

J. Jonah Jameson: Dogs catching Frisbees? Pigeons in the park? A couple geezers playing chess?

Betty: Boss.

J. Jonah Jameson: Not now.

Peter: The Bugle could show another side of New York for a change.

Robbie: We got six minutes to deadline, Jonah. We need page one.

J. Jonah Jameson: I don't pay you to be a sensitive artiste. I pay you... (to Betty) Still not now! (to Peter) I pay you because that psycho Spider-Man will pose for you.

Peter: Spider-Man won't let me take any more pictures. You turned the whole city against him.

J. Jonah Jameson: A fact I'm very proud of. Get your pretty little portfolio off my desk before I go into a diabetic coma.

Betty: It's your wife, she lost her checkbook.

J. Jonah Jameson: Thanks for the good news.

Peter: Please, isn't there any of these shots you can use? I need the money.

J. Jonah Jameson: Miss Brant. Get me a violin.

Robbie: Five minutes to deadline, Jonah.

J. Jonah Jameson: Run a picture of a rancid chicken. Here's the headline: "Food Poisoning Scare Sweeps City."

Hoffman: Some food got poisoned?

J. Jonah Jameson: I'm a little nauseous.

Peter: All right, Mr. Jameson. (hands him a picture of Spider-Man)

J. Jonah Jameson: It stinks. Robbie, there's your page one. "Masked Menace Terrorizes Town."

Robbie: I told you, he's not a menace.

J. Jonah Jameson: I told you…

Robbie: I'll take care of it.

J. Jonah Jameson: (to Peter) I'll give you 150.

Peter: 300.

J. Jonah Jameson: That's outrageous. Done. (hands him a paper) Give this to the girl. Thank you. Bye, bye.

Peter went to see Betty.

Peter: Hi.

Betty: Hey, Pete. (looks at the paper) I don't think this covers the advance I gave you a couple weeks ago.

Peter: Right.

Betty: Sorry. Hey. Chin up, okay?

Peter ran to his university to see his science teacher. Dr. Connors. He did by accidentally bumping into him while picking up his books.

Peter: Dr. Connors. Sorry.

Dr. Connors: Where were you headed, Parker?

Peter: To your class.

Dr. Connors: My class is over. See me standing here?

Peter: I'm sorry. I'm trying. I wanna be here.

Dr. Connors: Then be here. Look at you, Peter. Your grades have been steadily declining. You're late for class. You always appear exhausted. Your paper on fusion is still overdue.

Peter: I know. I'm planning to write it on Dr. Otto Octavius.

Dr. Connors: Planning is not a major at this university. Octavius is a friend of mine. Better do your research, Parker. Get it done, or I'm failing you.

That night, Peter came back to his house. He went in and…

All: Surprise!

May: Well, say something.

Peter: What's the occasion?

May: Really, Peter. It's your birthday! Whether you want to remember it or not.

Mary Jane: He lives in another reality. Don't you, Pete?

Peter: Hi, M.J.

Mary Jane: Hi.

Peter: (to Harry) Hey, buddy.

Harry: Hey.

Mary Jane: Long time no see.

Peter: So how's the play? I read a great review.

Mary Jane: It's going fine. It's going good.

Harry: She's brilliant in it.

Mary Jane: Harry sent me roses.

Harry: So where you been, pal? You don't return my calls.

Peter: I've been busy.

Harry: Taking pictures of Spider-Man? How's the bug these days?

May: The less you see of that man, the better. Now, let's all go into the other room and have something to eat.

Mary Jane: I'll get the hors d'oeuvres.

Lincoln: So, how are things at Oscorp, Harry?

Harry: They're great. I'm head of Special Projects. We're about to make a breakthrough on fusion.

May: How lovely, Harry. Your father would be so proud, rest his soul.

Harry: Thank you.

Harry: We're actually funding one of Peter's idols as well as one of Lisa's, Linc. Otto Octavius.

Lincoln: Peter's writing a paper on him.

Harry: You want to meet him?

Lincoln: You'd introduce him and Lisa?

Harry: You bet. Octavius is gonna put Oscorp on the map… ...in a way my father never even dreamed of.

May: M.J., could you give me a hand?

Luna: She's waiting for you, Pete.

Peter: What do you mean?

Lori: The way she looks at you or doesn't look at you. However you want to look at it.

Peter: I don't have time for girls right now.

Harry: Why, are you dead?

Peter: I've been kind of busy.

Harry: Taking pictures of your friend?

Peter: Could we get off that subject? I want us to be friends, Harry. I want us to trust each other.

Harry: Then be honest with me. If you knew who he was, would you tell me?

Peter didn't know what to say. He knew he himself is Spider-Man, so he kept quiet. As he looked through the papers, he saw one that said 'Notice of Foreclosure.' He and his aunt were about to face eviction.

Peter: May.

May: Oh, what, Ben? Wait.

Peter: Aunt May.

May: Oh, my. Oh, Peter. Oh, for a second there, I thought I was years ago. Everybody's gone, aren't they? Did they have a good time?

Peter: I'm sure they did. You okay?

May: Of course. But you go home. And be careful. I don't like that scooter thing you drive around.

Peter: I'm worried about you. You're so alone. And I saw the letter from the bank.

May: Oh, my. You did? Oh, well. So? I'm a little behind. Everybody is. Anyway, I don't want to talk about it anymore. I'm tired, and you better start back home. Here, kiddo. Happy birthday. (hands him 20) You need it more than I do.

Peter: No, I can't take that from you.

May: Yes, you can! You can take this money from me. For God's sake, it's not much. Now, take it! And don't you dare leave it here. Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that I miss your uncle Ben so much. Can you believe that it's two years next month since he was taken? I think to myself at times… ...were I to face the one responsible for what happened, I'd… Oh, I don't know what I'd do. Now… ...you better take the rest of your cake home.

He went out and took out the trash.

Mary Jane: Hey,

Peter: Hey. You're still here. I saw your billboard on Bleecker.

Mary Jane: Isn't it funny? I'm really kind of embarrassed.

Peter: Don't be. It's nice. I get to see you every day now.

Mary Jane: I liked seeing you tonight, Peter.

Peter: Oh, boy, yeah.

Mary Jane: "Oh, boy, yeah" what?

Peter: Nothing.

Mary Jane: Do you want to say something?

Peter: I… ...was… ...wondering if you're still in the Village.

Mary Jane: You're such a mystery. Peter.

Peter: What?

Mary Jane: Happy birthday. I'm seeing somebody now.

Peter: You mean, like a boyfriend?

Mary Jane: Well, like I like him. What?

Peter: Nothing. That's good, you know? Companionship...

Mary Jane: May be more than that.

Peter: More?

Mary Jane: I don't know.

Peter: I'm coming to see your play tomorrow night.

Mary Jane: You're coming?

Peter: I'll be there.

Mary Jane: Don't disappoint me.

Peter: I won't.

He went to his apartment, where his landlord, Mr. Ditkovich, was playing poker in a room.

Mr. Ditkovich: Rent.

Peter: Hi.

Mr. Ditkovich: Hi. What's "hi?" Can I spend it?

Peter: I have a paycheck due this week and...

Mr. Ditkovich: You're a month late again. Again.

Peter: I promise as soon as...

Mr. Ditkovich: If promises were crackers, my daughter would be fat.

Peter: I'm really sorry, Mr. Ditkovitch. All I got is this 20 for the rest of the week.

Mr. Ditkovich: "Sorry" doesn't pay the rent. And don't try to sneak past me. I have ears like a cat and eyes like a rodent.

Peter: Thanks, Mr. Ditkovitch.

Ursula Ditkovich: Hi, Pete.

The landlord closed the door. Peter got into his apartment room. It wasn't much, but it'll do.

Blossom: So, it's been two years since we battled the Green Goblin.

Bubbles: Times sure go fast.

Buttercup: Only in movies, Bubbles. Only in movies.

Lincoln: Well, Peter lost his pizza delivery job, his aunt's facing eviction, and his girl Mary Jane is seeing someone else.

Garfield: Yeah. But at least we have the leftover cake from tonight.

Michelangelo: Yeah. Hope it gives us some energy for tomorrow's trip to the lab.

Bubbles: A trip to the lab?

Lincoln: Harry's gonna take us to see Otto Octavius and his latest creation.

Buttercup: Who's Otto Octavius?

Lincoln: (shows them a magazine of Otto in the cover) He's Lisa's idol on making solar energy to the next level.

Buttercup: How come every scientist has to be Lisa's favorite idol anyway?

Lisa: It's just that I get so ecstatic every time I'm about to meet a great scientist like him. Normally, I don't show my fandom craze for someone, but…. EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Yoshino: At least Peter's keeping himself under control. We have a big day tomorrow, so we better get some shut-eye.

Alvin: You're right, Yoshi. Like you said, big day tomorrow.

And so, everyone got to bed, getting ready to see Dr. Octavius in person on their trip the next day. The next morning, in a building…

Scientist: Doctor? Mr. Osborn's here.

Harry: Nobel Prize, Otto. Nobel Prize. And we'll all be rich.

Otto: It's not about the prizes, Harry.

Harry: But you need money. You need Oscorp.

Otto: Who do we have here?

Harry: This is my good friend I called you about. He got me through high-school science. And those are his friends: Team Powerpuff and the Loud siblings, with their cute pet.

Peter: Peter Parker, sir. I'm writing a paper on you for...

Otto: I know what you're doing here… ...but I don't have time to talk to students now. But Oscorp pays the bills, so...

Harry: That's why I have to take off. Board meeting. But my job is done here. Got you two geniuses together. Oh, and you guys, too. Good luck tomorrow, Otto. Nobel Prize. We'll see you in Sweden! (leaves)

Otto: Interesting fellow, your friend.

Peter: We won't take much of your time.

Otto: Now I remember you. You're Connors' student. He tells me you're brilliant. He also tells me you're lazy.

Peter: I'm trying to do better.

Otto: Being brilliant is not enough, young man. You have to work hard. Intelligence is not a privilege, it's a gift. And you use it for the good of mankind.

Lisa: So, is that your experiment?

Otto: Yes. My design to initiate and sustain fusion.

Lisa: Peter and I understand you use harmonics of atomic frequencies.

Otto: Sympathetic frequencies.

Peter: Harmonic reinforcement?

Otto: Go on.

Peter: An exponential increase in energy output.

Otto: A huge amount of energy. Like a perpetual sun providing renewable power for the whole world.

Donatello: Wow.

Lisa: Are you sure you could stabilize the fusion reaction?

Otto: Lisa, what have we been talking about for the last hour and a half? This is my life's work. I certainly know the consequences of the slightest miscalculation.

Lisa: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to question you.

Otto: Rosie, our new friend thinks I'm gonna blow up the city. You can sleep soundly tonight.

Rosie: Otto's done his homework. Come to the demonstration tomorrow, and you'll see for yourself. (to Otto) And you need to sleep soundly tonight, Otto.

Otto: Did Edison sleep before he turned on the light? Did Marconi sleep before he turned on the radio? Did Beethoven sleep before he wrote the 5th?

Peter: Did Bernoulli sleep before he found the curves of quickest descent?

Otto: Rosie, I love this boy.

Rosie: Peter, tell us about yourself. Do you have a girlfriend?

Peter: Well… I don't really know.

Otto: Well, shouldn't you know? I mean, who would know?

Rosie: Leave him alone. Maybe it's a secret love.

Otto: Love should never be a secret. If you keep something as complicated as love stored up inside… ...gonna make you sick. I finally got lucky in love.

Rosie: We both did. But it's hardly perfect. You have to work at it. I met him on the college steps, and I knew it wasn't going to be easy. He was studying science, and I was studying English literature.

Otto: That's right. I was trying to explain the theory of relativity. And Rosie was trying to explain T.S. Eliot. I still don't understand what he was talking about.

Rosie: Yes, you do.

Otto: I'm serious. T.S. Eliot is more complicated than advanced science. But if you want to get a woman to fall in love with you, feed her poetry.

Peter: Poetry.

Otto: Never fails.

That night, Peter read some poetry while at the laundromat.

Peter: (reading) A tall and slender maiden all alone upon a prairie. Brightest green were all her garments, and her hair was like the sunshine. Day by day he gazed upon her.

His laundry was done, although his normal clothes were now red and blue, due to being with his Spider-Man costume in the wash. Moments later, he got dressed up in his apartment and went out the door.

Mr. Ditkovich: Rent! Where is my money?!

Peter and the gang were heading to the theater. Backstage in the makeup room….

Female Cast Member: You seem jittery tonight.

Mary Jane: You never know who's coming.

Peter got some flowers on the way.

Crew Member: Ladies, five minutes. Five minutes.

Peter and the gang were on their way, when a car chase was happening.

Garfield: Guys, behind us!

They looked and saw an oncoming car heading for them.

Lincoln: Everyone, jump!

They all jumped out of the way as the car ran over Peter's scooter.

Kid: How'd you do that?

Peter: Work out, plenty of rest. You know, eat your green vegetables.

Kid 2: That's what my mom is always saying. I just never actually believed her.

That same car was being driven by two thugs.

Thug: Come on. Go. Keep it steady.

One thug got out a shotgun and fired at the police car. The car hit a ramp and was about to hit some people, when it was stopped by a big web.

Female Bystander: It's a web.

Spider-Man and Team Powerpuff flew by.

Female Bystander: Go, Spidey, go!

SMG4 Bystander: Go kick their ass, Team Powerpuff!

The heroes chased after the black car.

Thug: We got trouble!

The thugs fired at the gang, but they avoided and Spider-Man used his web to fling their guns off. He then webbed the two onto a streetlight.

Thug: Get me down!

Meanwhile at the play…

Mary Jane: (in her role) I am more than content with what Mr. Moncrieff said. His voice alone inspires one with absolute credulity.

Female Cast Member: (in her role) Then you think we should forgive them?

Mary Jane: (in her role) Yes. I mean, no.

Outside, our heroes got to the theater.

Policeman: Hey. Hey. Hey, chief. You park there, I'm towing it.

Peter: Whatever.

They got inside.

Usher: Shoelace.

Peter tied his shoes.

Usher: You might want to… Can I help you?

Peter: Yeah, we've come to see the show.

Usher: Oh, I'm sorry, sir. No one will be seated after the doors are closed. It helps maintain the illusion.

Peter: Miss Watson, she's a friend of mine. She asked me to come.

Usher: But not to come late.

Peter: I have to see this show. Just let me in, I'll stand in the...

The usher shushed him as he pointed to a sign that said 'Quiet please while play is in progress.'

The gang had to wait outside.

Alvin: Well, the good news is we caught the bad guys.

Simon: Which also leaves us unable to attend the play.

Lori: I swear this superhero job is killing our normal civilian plans.

Violin Girl: (singing) A Spider-Man. A Spider-Man. A-does whatever a spider can. A-spins a web, any size. Catches thieves a-just like flies. Look out! Here comes the Spider-Man!

Garfield: There's somewhat of a silver lining in this cloud. Spidey's got a song.

Peter looked in the distance. He saw Mary Jane leaving the theater. As he looked, he saw her with the new boyfriend she told him about last night. Shaken, he left. He ran in the alley and put on his Spider-Man costume. He took to the skies and swung. Spider-Man was about to swing another web, but something odd happened. He couldn't make one. He fell to the top of a building, though he wasn't hurt. The others showed up in time.

Lana: What happened?

Lincoln: I don't know. Never seen it happen to him before.

Peter: Okay.

He was on the ledge of the building and tried to sling a web. Not a single web was slung.

Lincoln: There it is again.

Gizmo looked at Lincoln with a worried expression.

Lincoln: I don't have a clue either, Gizmo, but whatever it is, it's not good.

Leonardo: Then we'll have to go down the normal way.

Inside the building, a man walked into an elevator. Inside were Spider-Man and the gang.

Man: Cool Spidey outfit.

Spider-Man: Thanks.

Man: Where'd you get it?

Spider-Man: I made it.

Man: Looks uncomfortable.

Spider-Man: Yeah, it gets kind of itchy. And it rides up in the crotch a little bit too.

Mikey attempts to play music by playing with his nunchucks, but Raphael punched him from making such attempt. Tonight wasn't swell for Peter Parker, for he missed the play because of his duties as Spider-Man.