Marvel Super Hero Adventures: Frost Fight! Page #3

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Have a nice flight!

Back already?

Huh?

Okay.

So much for that plan.

Captain marvel,

you're air support.

Iron man--

hold up. I've got

a way to end this,

no rubble required.

Reptil, come here.

What are you doing?

Shh. It's a surprise.

Don't ruin it.

Kid, bust out

your best dino-head.

Uh, okay.

Does this work?

For a job interview

or a date, no.

But for this, it's perfect.

Huh?

All right.

Look alive, people.

No. Give the kid

some room.

What?

But that thing is--

ah-ah-ah.

There's no "but" in "team."

Or something like that.

Just trust me.

Uh, so what am i

doing now?

You're doing it already.

Keep it up.

But I'm not doing anything.

Exactly. Don't move.

"Don't move"? But...

Hey, it thinks I'm its--

ugh-- baby.

Ugh! Ugh!

Okay.

You can stop licking now.

How'd you know

that would work?

I didn't.

I just wanted to see

what would happen.

Kidding.

It's obvious

that that's a she,

and motherly instincts

are hard to deny.

That was a risky play.

High risk, high reward.

It's the only

game worth playing.

- Worth it for you, maybe.

- Not for him.

That's what I love about you,

stars and gripes.

Your glass

is always half full.

Of sour milk.

Is there a plan to--

ugh-- stop the licking?

'Cause...

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Eighth time's a charm, pal.

Honestly,

i feel good about this.

I am groot.

So when I say, "punch it,"

you punch it.

Got it?

And... punch it!

- Power down!

- I am groot.

Power down! Power down.

Power down!

Power down!

Why'd you punch it?

Oh, now the electrical's fried!

I gotta rewire

the whole thing!

And I'm out of wire!

I'm sick of this

flying scrap heap.

We need a new ship.

I am groot.

I know new ships

cost units.

I am groot.

I know we don't have

any units.

But maybe that's

about to change.

"Jolnir, a.K.A. Santa claus.

Mass burglary, animal cruelty.

Stealing cookies from kids"?

Well, this guy's

a real piece of work.

And the reward is...

Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho!

Oh, we bag this guy,

and we can buy any ship we want.

Set a course

for this alfheim place.

Ah, alfheim,

the most joyous

of the nine realms.

How can anyone stand

a place this happy?

Even elves?

Agreed.

It's too warm.

Fortunately,

our visit will be short.

Now, where in this cursed realm

is the casket of ancient powers?

Mmm.

I suppose we will just

have to ask

for directions then.

Captain, is this

a hero's welcome,

or is treachery afoot?

Hard to say.

How'd things go in asgard?

All's well.

The casket of ancient winters

is once again in safe hands.

Nothing out of the ordinary?

Well, there was

one odd development.

What's the emergency?

Please tell me loki

didn't steal back that icebox.

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