Pfft.
As if The Thing even needs the Fantastic Four.
He can successfully become a professional wrestler, cruise the talk show circuit, release an autobiography (and promote a subsequent movie adaptation), host his own Springer-esque show (to which every inter-marital conflict can be resolved by yelling "It's clobberin' time!"), have a brief dalliance with various supermodels, sponsor several sports drinks or body-building products (or Subway) and open his own restaurant... in one frickin' year, man!
And then there could be the Fantastic Four reunion...
It's all coming up Spades for The Thing! Booyah!