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Look at that Snarf. Let's get a closer look.

Snarf! I think we should leave it alone. I don't like the looks of it.

Listen! Hear that? Something's in there.

Snarf: And it's probably dangerous. Like the sign says.

Remember what curiosity did to the cat.

I'll just open the crank and look in. Someone may need help.

Well, at least he was polite.

My hidden secret coin purse. It's gone!

My collection of tri-centerium, Thundera half dollar!

My lucky Jaga penny!

Maybe you dropped it.

Na, I had a chain on it. That polite bean-ful picked my pocket!

Crook! Foot-pad!

Come on, Snarf. You can’t accuse someone without proof.

You need proof? Then where's your sword?

It's, It's gone! The eye of Thundera is gone! But how?!

He's a sneaking good pickpocket. That's how.

Come on!

He vanished.

They... They've all disappeared.

No one could ever find them in that... sea of ​​grass.

I made a food of myself, because of my curiosity.

I too...

Lion-O, Look! What's that?

What do you people think you're doing? Who opened that door?

I did. I'm sorry. I thought somebody in there needed help.

We chased them, but... -Mandora: Help?!

You've just released three of the Universe's most wanted evil do-ers.

I left them here until they could be transferred to the Gray Penal planet.

Sorry. I...

Never mind. What could you expect from an inexperienced oaf and a fuzzy shrimp?

Oaf?! -Shrimp?!

And just who do you think you are? I haven't seen you around here before.

"Evil Chaser" first class Mandora. Interplanetary control force.

Now, let's recover the perpetrators.

Snarf: You mean us?

It's every citizen of the Galaxy's business. We'll start first with Plutar.

It comes from the dark planet: Onyx. And will naturally seek gassy swamps.

Do you have such low-lands?

Yes, the Living-Ozz. But it's not a place anyone would visit.

All the better. Climb aboard. I'll need directions.

Come on, Snarf. It may be our only hope of getting the sword back.

Shouldn't we have helmets and belts? You can fall out of that thing!

Tell me about these evil do'ers. Plutar, what crime is he guilty of?

Everything Plutar touches, eventually dies.

Trees. Flowers. Animals.

If he takes root here, the Third Earth is finished!

Ozz: Who dares to pollute my stream and kill my trees?

That's my job!

Well... You're not working very hard at it.

I have my own methods.

I don't need help, from any living person.

If this pitiful swamp,

Is your idea of ​​decay,

So forget it.

Where I've been, whole planets died.

Braggart! Dolt!

I don't need your help to turn living matter into decay and rot.

That's as old as time .

Entrap me, ozz.

And I'll suffocate you with coal tar.

Enough!

Together we can turn this planet into a wasteland.

However, we better be quick about it.

The evil chaser, is in close pursuit.

Ozz: Evil chaser? How can she harm me?

She has a powerful weapon in her care.

That can destroy both of us.

But not if we work together.

Ozz: All right.

A curse on all that is green and clear. Bright and white.

Hear, hear.

If they come through this valley to reach us,

With my mighty ozz on one side, and your deadly blight on the other,

We're close. That's the River of Despair below.

The Migit Swarm Monster is to our left. And the living-ozz at that bend above.

That means... we're going to have to put down on that tight spiff of the riverbank

The sooner the better.

Snarf, Snarf.

Feels like ice.

Worse. It's ozz!

I... I can't move.

Plutar: I would say we caught them, wouldn't you?

It was really too easy.

Hardly a match for us.

I warn you, Plutar.

Resisting an officer is a punishable offense.

Release us, and turn yourself in before you're in serious trouble.

Mandora...

Your career as evil chaser, is terminated.

Then who's going to help? The cub?

Or his friend perhaps?

Stop that!

Ozz. Ozz!

Stop her before she gets to the the enzyme catalyser.

Mandora: No!

What?! It's not working. Kind goop got in the filter!

Let go!

Alright!

Lion-O: Hey! -Stand by for a pre-up.

Snarf: What about me?

Lion-O: Look out. Behind you!

What is in that gun?

An ancient formula. Now a closely guarded secret.

It used to be called "Soap."

Awesome. I hope our side is the only one possessing it.

Mandora: I'll take the prisoner back to the cell sled.

Listen. That noise sounds familiar.

Look! -And look what he's moving toward.

There's nothing we can do at this distance, Lion-O.

Lion-O: Oh, yes there is. Come on, give me a hand.

If we can move this...

You! Stand back!

Hold, Burnout creature.

Hold?!

Burnout never holds.

You were lucky that time.

I offer you a last chance to give yourself up.

I don't want to hurt you.

You don't want to hurt me?!

Blast! A phase out!

I think you wanted to go, THAT way.

I believe, that's what you meant to happen?

Mandora: Something like that.

You learn fast.

Control could use someone like you.

Snarf: Is he alive?

Mandora: He'll recover.

You couldn't dent that head with a laser draggor.

Catching Quickpick isn't going to be this easy.

He has a reputation as a master escape artist.

I have a special interest in that one.

Proper procedure is to run him down with the electronic tracker.

You'll have to take the electron charge and deposit Burnout in the slant cell.

I just need a little instruction. As you saw, I'm a fast learner.

Hop on. I'll give you a crash course.

It will be a crash course, alright.

Mandora: You're ready to solo.

Expedite the prisoner and return on the double.

You can find me by following the beam from this tracker.

I think I just made a terrible mistake.

Oh well, on with it.

Let's see. North by North-West.

Snarf: Watch where you're going!

Lion-O: Sorry. I guess I could use for a few more lessons.

Are you alright?

Yes. Yes. But be careful.

Motorcycles are not for beginners.

I must be right on top of him. He's got to be...

Here's a room-mate for you, Plutar.

Right back where we started.

What's that? -It means the lady's had it!

She's probably been sacked out, at last.

Come on Snarf. One last run.

Oh no.

I'm warning you.

It's a serious offense to interfere with a controller on duty.

Where are you taking me?

For once, I'm glad to see you, Mandora.

Everything you have in store for me will be an improvement over this.

Who is it that?

The king of the mud-hugs, I guess.

But don't expect any scintillating conversation.

They got no language, but that snorting.

Mandora: What's that around his waist?

That's the person's sword I took from the two who let us out of the cellar sled.

What was that all about?

Whatever it was, it won't be good news for us.

Here! watch that. Careful.

I warn you, any use of unnecessary force will...

Quickpick: Maybe they're going to turn us loose.

I'm doubt that.

Those holes in the roof look just about big enough,

for your head to fit through.

They tying us to the ladder. -But why?

There's nothing here. No single living...

Mandora: Wrong!

If this gadget is right. We should be directly over...

Look! down there.

Stay back! Don't come near...

Lion-O: If I could get my hands on that Sword. None of us would need worry.

That chance.

You're the great slight-of-hands escape artist.

Those mud hogs would tear me apart. And what good would it do?

One sword against all these beasts?

That is no ordinary Sword you stole from me.

In my hands, it guarantees freedom.

Well, gather around me then.

Sorry. I can't...

make, it...

Throw it! Now!

Thunder, Thunder, Thunder

ThunderCats, Hooo!

- ThunderCats, Hoo! - ThunderCats, Hooo!

Tygra ready. Hoo!

Cheetara ready. Hoo!

Wilykit. -And Cat.

Hoo! -Hoo!

Reactor engaged. Traction locked.

All go!

Stay back. I don't want to destroy you.

Who's going to destroy whom?

Before it's too late, Lion-O,

I have to say, you'd make a great evil-chaser.

Thanks Mandora. Coming from you, that's something!

Snarf...

They're going to overrun us!

Tygra: Shall we use the Cat Blaster on them?

No. Something they fear a lot more.

Lion-O: Now, don't say it.

Snarf: Don't worry, I won't say it.

I know you. You will. -He will, what?

Say it. -Not only that, but...

I didn't get my purse back.

What purse? -The one that had the Jaga penny.

If Lion-O, hadn't let... -He's gonna say it!

Panthro: Snarf. I think this belongs to you.

Your friend of yours, Mandora, Left it.

My purse! She found it! Snarf. Snarf.

See? -I told you...

Ah, ah!

That everything was work out OK in the end.

Your only problem is ..

You're too curious. -You're too curious.

this is my boy!