The Kenner ghost gets one last wave. Preorders are tomorrow at noon.

Today is September 2, 2026, and McFarlane Toys just told the Kenner ghost it gets one last shift. The final wave of DC Super Powers is revealed, six figures deep, and preorders open tomorrow, September 3, at noon Eastern, exclusively at Entertainment Earth. Toyhabits, Mephitsu, ToyNewsI, the Superman Homepage, and Superman Super Site all print the same closing roster: Silver Age Flash, Martian Manhunter, Wonder Girl, unmasked Deathstroke, JSA Superman, and metallic Cyborg. Four and a half inches. Retro card. About seven points of articulation. The line that spent years cosplaying 1984 is putting a period on the sentence while the bigger DC license story keeps walking toward the exit.

I am not writing Super Friends Wave 6 again. That Hanna-Barbera shrink job already had its morning. This desk is the Super Powers funeral with better paint. McFarlane has been feeding Entertainment Earth exclusive waves of this nostalgia line for a while, and the reporting now calls this the final wave without soft language. Final is a product word. Final is also a license word. Todd's DC window has been a countdown for collectors who watch contracts the way other people watch trailers. A last Kenner-scale assortment in September 2026 is not subtle. It is a company clearing the vintage aisle before the lights change.

The last wave is not a celebration. It is a closeout with better sculpts.

Look at the actual plastic, because the wire owes you the row. JSA Superman is the headliner for anyone who still thinks trunks and a spit curl are theology. Toyhabits calls out the square jaw, the high collar cape, the yellow belt separating blue and red. Silver Age Flash is deep crimson with gold boots and cuffs and the lightning bolt in a white circle, clean enough to look like a reprint of a reprint. Martian Manhunter gets the red crossed harness, blue cape and collar, red eyes on green skin, the silhouette people mean when they say "classic J'onn." Wonder Girl arrives as Donna Troy energy: red suit with white stars, gold W belt, silver bracelets, navy boots. Unmasked Deathstroke brings the grizzled beard, eyepatch, scale-mail texture, blue strap over orange and black. Metallic Cyborg is the chrome flex, chunky plating, red cybernetic eye, exposed skin against silver armor. Six characters. One blister language. Zero mystery about what era this line thinks is holy.

Entertainment Earth exclusive is doing real work in that sentence. A final wave that only lives at one retailer is not a wide Target dump. It is a collector gate with a countdown clock. ToyNewsI stamps September 3 at 12 p.m. EDT. Mephitsu says the same Thursday. If you want the case, you are not wandering a big-box aisle in October hoping for Martian Manhunter behind the gum. You are refreshing a specialty site like it is a concert on-sale. That is how nostalgia lines end now. Not with a clearance peg. With a calendar invite.

I already wrote the week McFarlane put Adam West on the 7-inch shelf as the DC license walked, and that piece still sits as The Shakespeare bust is the set. Different scale. Same weather. The Super Powers line was always the cute cousin of the McFarlane DC Multiverse machine: smaller, stiffer, carded like your uncle's childhood, sold to adults who want the blister more than the poseability. Closing it while the larger DC story is in flux is either respectful sequencing or inventory triage. I do not have Todd's spreadsheet. I have the public reporting and a shelf that knows when a line is about to become "good luck finding Cyborg for retail."

Yesterday's Super Friends news was about shrinking the Hanna-Barbera Justice League while the license walks. I filed that as They are shrinking the Hanna-Barbera Justice League. Today is the other nostalgia track getting a last call. Two different McFarlane DC toys. Two different decades of TV and Kenner memory. One company timeline. If you collect both, your September is a wake with two catering menus. If you only collect Super Powers, tomorrow is the day you decide whether Wonder Girl was worth the Exclusive tax.

Wonder Girl in the final wave is how you admit the deep cuts were the point.

Character argument, short and greedy. Flash and Martian Manhunter are the table stakes for any Super Powers funeral. You cannot close a Kenner ghost line without the speedster and the alien detective. JSA Superman is the variant that makes Superman collectors show up even if they already own three other Supermen in this scale. Deathstroke is the villain slot that keeps the wave from becoming a Justice League yearbook. Cyborg metallic is the chase paint. Wonder Girl is the sentence I keep underlining. Deep-cut Teen Titans plastic in a line that could have phoned in another Batman. Putting Donna in the finale is how you tell the forum you were listening. It is also how you create a $40 aftermarket stub the week the case sells out.

Scale talk matters because Super Powers was never trying to beat Modern McFarlane articulation. Seven points. Soft goods on some capes in earlier waves. Retro blister art. The joy is the row on a riser, not the kung fu grip. If you wanted ball joints and cloth capes and soft goods overload, you were already shopping a different aisle. This line sold the feeling of a 1980s peg in a 2020s price. The final wave does not reinvent that contract. It completes the checklist for people who have been filling holes since the revival started.

Shelf math. A 4.5-inch Super Powers figure wants about the same lateral space as a vintage Kenner and less vertical drama than a 7-inch Multiverse deluxe. Six new bodies are a short riser, or a second row behind the earlier Entertainment Earth waves, or a shoebox if you are honest about storage. I would not mix them with the Super Friends cartoons on the same tier without a label. Different cartoons. Different plastic religions. Same company logo on the shipping email. The empty slot problem is still real; I wrote about that earlier as The empty slot on the figure shelf, and a final wave is just a more dramatic empty slot if you miss the on-sale.

Price will land where Entertainment Earth puts it tomorrow, and I am not going to invent a number the listing has not locked for this wave in the pages I am reading. Prior Super Powers EE exclusives have lived in the standard collector window for this scale. The real cost is the case logic. Exclusive final waves train you to buy the assortment, not the one figure you came for. Wonder Girl without Flash is a hole. Flash without J'onn is a hole. Metallic Cyborg without the rest is a flex that looks lonely. Budget for six or budget for envy. That is the Exclusive gospel.

Who should care. Care if you have been running this line since the early EE waves and you refuse to end on a missing Martian. Care if JSA Superman is the Superman you actually wanted in this sculpt language. Care if Wonder Girl was the gap that made your Teen Titans corner look unfinished. Care if you like metallic paint apps and you know Cyborg will be the first name in sold-out screenshots. Skip if you already migrated your DC money to whatever comes after McFarlane's window and you are only rubbernecking. Skip if 4.5-inch nostalgia never clicked for you and you were waiting for this sentence as permission to leave. I will not convert you. The blister is the religion or it is not.

The wider DC toy weather is the context you cannot ignore. Collectors have spent 2026 watching McFarlane push Vault reissues, Multiverse hits, Super Powers exclusives, and license-end chatter in the same breath. A Bank Robber Joker Vault reissue in the same season as a Super Powers finale is not random. It is a company emptying the attic with a smile. Get the hard-to-find looks back out. Close the cute nostalgia line. Keep the lights on until the calendar says otherwise. I am not going to invent a corporate strategy memo. I am going to read the public release dates and notice they rhyme.

My plan is simple and a little funereal. Tomorrow at noon I want the case if the price is sane. I want Wonder Girl and J'onn and JSA Superman on the front row. I want metallic Cyborg even if the chrome fingerprints will haunt me. I will not pretend Deathstroke was my white whale. I will not sleep on Flash. I will leave the Super Friends pegs in their own argument and let this Kenner ghost have a clean last page. The last wave is not a celebration. It is a closeout with better sculpts. Preorders are September 3. Entertainment Earth is the door. The spit curl is the eulogy.