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Everybody--send in for your Chugga-Motas now!!
Advertisement from Suzie #73 (1950).
Art by Kyle Baker. Uhhh, did anybody bother to fill in Mark Cuban about Hank Pym's history before he agreed to this? I mean, if I were a multi-billionaire team owner, I might have qualms about being portrayed as a wife-beating frequently-insane joke of a scientist. Than again, given the way his Mavericks always shrink in the playoffs, maybe Ant-Man is appropriate...
Art by J. Scott Campbell. See, this is one reason I hate the NBA. Rather than enjoy what they have in front of them, the fans and the media usually choose instead to focus relentlessly of what might happen 9 months from now, endlessly debating hypothetical personnel moves that may never actually happen. Rather than sit back and enjoy one more year of getting to watch this star play for Denver, the focus is already on "Oh my god Carmelo is probably leaving in July, how can we possibly enjoy a game in October with this knowledge weighing on us?"
Art by Kalman Andrasofszky. Man, this would so make me a fan of the Bucks if it were really their line-up.
Art by Alex Maleev. The idea of Michael Jordan as Nick Fury has just made my tiny little mind explode. Now if only they had decided to come up with what the initials B.O.B.C.A.T.S. actually stood for, I'd give them real props...
Art by Gerald Parel. Another case of perhaps not telling your subject the full story of the guy you're presenting him as. Sure, new New Jersey Nets owner Mikhail Prokhorov is a Russian billionaire whom people expect to make a huge impact on the league. But the devourer of worlds, ender of life as we know it? Those billions didn't bring in any big free agent talent...Besides, come on, guys, Galactus wouldn't be fronting no 12-70 team...
Art by Sean Chen & Mark Morales. Really? The Pistons as a bunch of Doombots?? I mean, a Victor Von Doom-created team would sure as heck play a lot better (until they met the Globetrotters...) than this crew does. This would have been much more appropriate to the "Bad Boys" days.
Art by John Romita and Tom Palmer. Checkmate, you young turks. Great image, best of the bunch.
AND this story:
They had a character reading aloud from this comic book:
...and proceeded to launch into adapting this story:
(albeit with Bat-Mite in the Mr. Mxyzptlk role).
It definitely has slightly lighter elements, but the thing that gives it its gravitas and its weight that no other superhero film really has—maybe except for all the way back to Donner's Superman—is the space opera element and how much of it takes place in space. That's something I don't think people are expecting or have seen in a movie like this before.

Bold plan. But while Young Gargunza is off running errands, Dauntless escapes, and as Young Marvelman, comes up with a clever scheme to thwart the evil scientist:
So Young Gargunza, unsuspecting, proceeds to deduce Young Marvelman's "magic word" from the wrong brainscan:
Really? That's kind of...long and complex, isn't it?
Sadly, it turns out not to be a super-powered chimpanzee:
Fortunately, there is a cure (surprisingly enough, it's NOT just saying the same phrase again):
OOJAH CAPIVVY??? Really????
Hmmm....well, where can it be?
Well, yes, that's true, but...
Now wait a minute!! Just because a legend has become "distorted" over the centuries doesn't mean that the actual truth is the 180-degree polar opposite of the legend!!
Tanatlis? Really?
Well, that's conclusive--legends are just Bizarro versions of the truth!! As Marvelman pounds into our head again at the end:
Hey, wait--how did they know that Atlantis didn't sink??
Ahhhh....Atlantis=Australia. Well, they both start with A, so...
Thanks, Micky.