Just as Wesley was wondering where his ten bucks had gone, Alvin glanced at Shang-Chi and the others...
Alvin put on a strange expression and said, "What are you guys doing here?"
Peter was a bit of a clueless dope. He came over and nervously eyed the pile of sludge Norman Osborn was treating. "Principal Alvin, that thing's really dangerous. We were fighting it just now, and—"
Alvin gave the battered Peter a sidelong look and chuckled. "Buddy, I don't know how tough it is, but I do know you skipped class!
Do you really think Frank might forgive you and Harry?"
Peter suddenly realized how stupid he and Harry had been. He glanced at Wesley, who was still counting on his fingers, trying to figure out where his ten bucks had gone. Then he lowered his head with a sigh and quietly retreated behind their leader, Shang-Chi...
Shang-Chi saw that Alvin wasn't going to admit that he'd brought the Dreamwalker along and led them all into a dream. He shook his head helplessly. "Boss..."
Alvin waved a hand to stop Shang-Chi from speaking. He looked the drenched hero up and down and smiled. "Next time you run into an enemy you don't understand, listen to what the experts have to say.
I recorded you all going at thin air. I'll have Jessica bring the footage to the Restaurant and show it to you and everyone else.
You should listen to everyone's opinions. You can actually look pretty cool fighting thin air!"
Shang-Chi stared at Alvin in despair. "You can't do this, Boss!
I was only helping Wesley out. My actual job is as a restaurant waiter!
It doesn't matter if a waiter looks cool while fighting, does it?"
Alvin chuckled. "Trust me, 'cool' matters!"
Then Alvin greeted Dominic and