Two days later, Spider-Man called the flower shop across the street from The Daily Bugle offices. He sent $200 worth of flowers to J. Jonah Jameson, saying it was Jonah who was buying them. Spider-Man sent a card up with the flowers:
"J.J.J.-
Thanks for paying!
-Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man!"
And, the next day, Jameson printed "Spider-Man: Childish Prankster!" As the headline for The Daily Bugle. Spider-Man then became annoyed. Why was Jameson being so stubborn? It was time for the ultimate prank. Spider-Man got an enormous plank of wood from The Avengers that was the size of the front of The Daily Bugle offices. On the wood, he painted in large, red and blue letters: "Jameson Sucks!" and drew his spider emblem that was on the chest of his costume.
Spider-Man bought a blank banner from a craft store that was the size of the front of The Daily Bugle offices. On the front, he painted in large, red and blue letters: "Jameson Sucks!" and drew his spider emblem that was on the chest of his costume.
Late in the night, Spider-Man carried the light-weight banner on his back to the top of the Daily Bugle. Then, using thick bungee cords, tied it stiffly so it leaned against the building. This was great! A huge banner that says "Jameson Sucks!", running across the top of the building!
Jameson, of course, was outraged. Anyone would be, honestly. So Jameson printed it in the paper. But also included a list of the offense, new and old, that Spider-Man had committed towards The Daily Bugle. Standing outside of the offices, Spider-Man sent his reply up to Jameson by screaming it into a megaphone. "You seriously keep track of all the shit I do to you? Damn, you need a life, you old bastard!"
Spider-Man ceased pranking Jameson the next couple of days. He was extremely pleased with himself. Not only because he had made a fool of Jameson, but because other newspapers were taking advantage of his pranks as well. The New York Post was saying what an idiot Jameson was for egging him on, The New York Times was praising Spider-Man, saying that April Fools had come early this year, and for the better.
The next day, though, Spider-Man was faced with an interesting decision. A super-villain known as Shocker was rampaging outside The Daily Bugle, and destroying all of their property, such as news trucks and parts of the building. Spider-Man chose to take on the idiot. "Hey, what is it with all you losers? I beat Electro a few days ago, now I got you?" "Shut up, Web Head. Mind Your Own Business!" "Except, I have to admit, you're smarter. But I can't decided which one of you have the lamer costume."
Shocker complied with multiple pf his strong, powerful compressed air blasts that create destructive vibratory force, which hit a car behind Spider-Man. "You missed!" "Wasn't aiming at you!" Shocker laughed. The car came rolling onto Spider-Man within a few seconds. Spider-Man felt the car crack his ribs. Why didn't my spider-sense warn me? He wondered as he tried to free himself. Shocker started to walk over slowly.
Spider-Man was assisted by a few civilians, who were trying to lift the car off of him. "Are you okay?" A young lady asked. "Yeah...just a few broken ribs...a dislocated shoulder...broken leg...and I think my body's numb." He said. With all his strength left, Spider-Man arched his back, and the car lifted a few inches up. He arched it even more, allowing himself to crawl to his knees. He stood up slowly and painfully, holding the car above him. "Damn I rock!" He said, throwing the car at Shocker. It hit him full on, and he was knocked unconscious.
"Anyone have any aspirin?" Spider-Man asked as he webbed up Shocker to the ground. The young lady threw him a small jar. He took two pills and chugged them down without water. He threw her the bottle. "Thanks," he said, "And if J. Jonah Jameson comes out, tell him I'm sending him my medical bill."
Spider-Man flew off, totally beat-down. He saw the next day that Jameson hadn't ceased to amaze him. The Daily Bugle front-page read: "Spider-Man vandalizes public property!" Peter Parker threw the paper on the ground as he iced all his bruises. Mary-Jane Watson came over and helped him. "Pete, you may really need a doctor!" "I'm fine M.J. Super-hero, remember? I heal on my own pretty fast." "Peter, what were you thinking? What were you trying to get out of all those pranks?" Peter looked at her deeply. "Redemption."