Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer Page #3

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- Hey, hey. We're keeping this quiet.

- I know.

Don't worry.

It's the wedding of the century.

Reed Richards and Susan Storm...

...Mr. Fantastic

and the Invisible Woman...

...will try again to tie the knot today

in a ceremony in New York.

- Look at these parasites.

- I know, it' s unbelievable.

Have they no shame?

Hey! Hey, listen! Listen, everybody!

This is a very special day for my sister,

probably the most important of her life.

So I just want to say to you guys,

please respect our privacy.

Come on, Johnny.

Just kidding. We're auctioning off

the exclusive wedding photos...

...to the highest bidder, so go online

and place your bids. Thank you.

Johnny, are you planning--?

So, what's it take to date

the Human Torch?

- Fireproof lingerie and a lot of aloe.

- Thank you.

- Are you all right?

- How are you?

Invitation, sir?

I should be on that list.

- Name?

- Stan Lee.

Yeah, nice try, buddy.

- No, really. I'm Stan Lee.

- Nice try.

This isn't how I imagined it.

It never is.

No, Alicia, it just doesn't feel right.

Sweetie...

...I think even superheroes are allowed

to have wedding-day jitters.

It's more than that.

Is my life always gonna be a circus?

Do we really want to raise kids

in all this?

Face it, we're not exactly normal.

Ben and I aren't normal...

...but we don't let it

get in the way of us being happy.

Do you love Reed?

More than I've ever loved anyone.

Then you have nothing

to worry about.

Thank you.

Okay.

- Oh, great.

- What?

I've got a zit.

- Can't you put makeup on it?

- No, no, I got it.

Crisis averted.

Now all I have to do is concentrate

on the area for the next eight hours.

Reed, Come on. You're gonna miss

your own wedding.

Just a minute.

Almost done.

General, I'm putting

the sensor online now.

There. If there's a surge in cosmic

radiation anywhere, you'll know.

Let's hope so. We've gotten

reports of two more craters.

Here comes the bride

All right. Just linking it to my PDA.

- Reed.

- And that's it.

Good, that's great.

Now shave and put on your tux.

You're getting married

and you look like a bum.

Absolutely.

What?

I'm getting married.

Oh, jeez.

I'm getting married.

I heard of getting cold feet....

Okay.

Hey, Johnny.

Does that amaze anyone else?

How did she know it was me?

To be honest,

you kind of smell like ash.

- You're late.

- Let's not make today about me.

It's Reed and Sue's big day.

Let's give them the attention

for a change.

Don't do that.

- Okay, you're perfect.

- You're perfect.

I'll see you upstairs.

Bye, Johnny.

So seems like you and Alicia are

doing well. Annoyingly so, in fact.

Yeah, I'm a lucky guy.

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