Panel 1: Exterior. Daytime. The FANTASTIC FOUR stand side-by-side in Times Square. Behind them crowds of onlookers are being held back by barriers, police cars, and a small army of NYPD officers. The FF look grim, determined, and ready for battle.
Panel 2: Mister Fantastic stretches his arm and pulls back his sleeve to reveal a wristwatch,
MISTER FANTASTIC: Something's wrong here. Those lava men we apprehended swore that he'd be attacking Times Square at noon.
Panel 3: The Human Torch floats behind Reed, and the Thing leans in from the side to see the time on Mister Fantastic's watch.
HUMAN TORCH: Maybe he got lost?
THE THING: Very funny, matchstick.
Panel 4: Focus on the Torch, looking thoughtful.
HUMAN TORCH: No, I'm serious.
HUMAN TORCH: How does he even know where to pop out anyway? It's not like there are street signs down there.
Panel 5: Underground. The MOLE MAN sits on a rock, surrounded by MOLOIDS. He has a large map unfolded in front of him, and is squinting at it. Several Moloids are peering at the map with him, over his shoulder or from his side. One of the Moloids holds a compass. The Moloid's dialogue should be represented by squiggles.
MOLE MAN: Blasted map! What good are you?
MOLOID 1: | | | | | | | | | | | | |
MOLE MAN: Don't talk to me like that. YOU were in charge of directions. Are you even using that compass the right way?
MOLOID 2: | | | | | | | | | |
MOLE MAN: If we end up in New Jersey again, you're all dead to me.
MOLOID 3: | | | | | | |
MOLE MAN: NO, we can't go to Brooklyn instead!
MOLE MAN: Who ever heard of a hipster Moloid, anyway?