FANTASTIC FOUR

"The Super-Skrull Cometh!"

Chapter 3

In the short span of actual time it took for the Super-Skrull, massively muscular, genetically enhanced, quadruple-powered personage in a single-person mini-starship!, to speedily pierce Earth's atmospheric envelope...

BREE! BREE! BREE! BREE!

Slapping solidly stone-like hands over whatever happened to no-longer-there ears on either side of a rock-hard head...

"What the hell, Reed? What's goin' on?"

"Yeah!" exclaimed an equally earsplit Human Torch, his own all-too-human hands, when not flamed on!, slapped over very visible ears. "I've never heard that sound before! And I wish I wasn't hearing it now!"

Even The Invisible Woman, wife to Mr. Fantastic, super-sister to The Human Torch, and forever friend to The Thing, her own hands held tightly over blond-hair hidden ears!, shouted something similar.

"Reed! Is that some sort of new alarm? What the hell's it for?"

His handsome-for-a scientist face screwed into a mallible mask of discomfort over said shrill alarm-sounds, Mr. Fantastic, never moving from his place close to the other three!, super-stretched a single, solitary arm and...

BREE! BRE--

...silenced the seemingly super-loud klaxon, then just as swiftly allowing said super-stretched arm to return to normal.

Then, proper apology gripping facial affectation and tone, Mr. Fantastic explicated, as simply as possible it seemed to him!, "Sorry, guys. But that's my latest detection system geared to perceive a super-threat to Earth that might manage to somehow circumvent all other..."

"Reed!" all three fellow FFers, this time, loudly-yet-lovingly yelled.

"We've got some sort of super-trouble rapidly approaching the middle of Manhattan. More specifically...Times Square."

Even as the Fantastic Four ran straight and sure for their hangar-held Fantasti-Car in order to proceed, as swiftly as possible, to Broadway and Seventh...

And what would prove to be one of their greatest fractious foes yet...or at least since such as The Stranger or Dr. Doom.

Meantime, having already landed the single-person starship, about the same size as an SUV, yet with the sharp-edged shape of something especially alien!...

"People of Earth!" shouted the more-muscular-than-normal green-skinned, pointy-eared, reptilian personage via instantaneous translation medalion loosely dangling from a seemingly simplistic chain around his farinaceous neck. Standing so defiantly before the gathering groups of gaping Humans of Manhattan. "I am...the Super-Skrull! As emissary for the Supreme Emperor of the Skrull race...I hereby declare all on this lowly planet...slaves to the Skrull Empire!"

"Not so long as the Fantastic Four have something to say about it, Super-Skrull!"

That boosted-via-headset/Fantasti-Car vocal declaration came from none-other-than Mr. Fantastic even as said thruster-propelled, as well as anti-gravity enveloped, vessel touched down on the streets of Times Square.

In scant seconds, the Fantastic Four rapidly left their individualized sections, via person-specific powers, save for The Thing, who simply climbed down...

"The Fantastic Four!" snarled, louder still!, the Super-Skrull via his rapidly deciphering from Skrull-to-English dangling medalion. "My very existence was grandiloquently ordained for this most momentous moment!"

"Great," growled, louder than anticipated, The Thing as, standing alongside the other three FFers, held rock-hard, literally!, fists before his stony, heavy-as-hell, super-strong Self. Then shouted something so easily expected by anyone with any knowledge of this specific superhero. "It's clobberin' time!"

As to the Super-Skrull: a sinister smile spread slowly across his vicious visage of scaly skin of green, so impressively dominated by overly large pointy-tipped ears.

Clobberin' time, indeed.

END OF CHAPTER 3