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How much far long?
Hard to tell.
Can't see anything in this storm.
Ahhhh!
Bondon: Are you hurt?
No. No. But we better to find shelter.
There must be trees somewhere nearby.
None that I can see.
Wait! There's one tree.
Oh, that's better.
If you say so.
Look out!
Bondon. Where are you?
Have you got anymore...
A great ideas?
London, Look! Steps.
They were under the tree?
I wonder where they go.
Maybe we're lucky.
It maybe a tomb.
And one that hasn't been looted.
Bondon: Watch that you ask Horick.
We Bulkins, never been looters.
No. But these are hard times, Bondon.
And who to know?
Well. It's wrong. But...
Well... We'll see.
A door.
And symbols were carved in it, to ward off evil.
Horick: Weโre not evil, just, poor.
Com'on. Help me.
We got lucky. The wood's rotten.
Must have been centuries old.
Bondon: Maybe. That was lucky.
No treasure in here.
Nothing but a bunch of broken weapons.
But the torches are lit. Strange.
Let's go. -Wait.
The treasury chamber, may be beneath us. Under that slab.
Give me a hand.
Heavy.
Look... An opening.
What, was that?
Horick: Maybe the wind... I hope.
Horick!
It .. it .. he has a saber-tooth.
Saber tooth?
It's him! From the legends.
Horick: The one who ravaged Third Earth.
But that was centuries ago.
Bondon: We've unleashed his ghost!
Run! -Run!
Horick: Faster!
The magic seal that kept me from escaping the tomb,
Broken by those fools.
Ah! Free!
After all these centuries.
But... Weak.
I... I feel so, weak.
What's that?
A Cat's Lair?!
Here? On Third Earth?
That means... Thundrillium!
Lion-O: That's some storm, Panthro.
Are we losing power? -No danger of that.
The anti-matter Thundrillium modules are pretty near filled to capacity.
Cheetara: Are you sure Panthro?
It's suddenly awfully cold in here. -Oh, it sure is.
Wilykit: It's the door. Someone left it open.
Snarf?
No. It wasn't me.
And anyway, an open door wouldn't account for, us all turn into ice-pickles.
Snarf's right. There must be some other reason for...
It wasn't the wind that did that.
There's something weird going on here.
What was that?!
Oh, it's probably just some conduits that got clogged.
I'll turn up the heat.
Ahhh!
Alright! Who is the wise guy?
It wasn't any of us, Panthro.
There's a force in here...
An alien force.
And it's stronger than... Panthro.
Stronger than me? Not likely!
Panthro, the gauges are going wild.
The controls are operating themselves.
Can't...
Tygra: The Thunderillium!
The main modules are being drained.
Panthro: Grab the controls, Tygra.
Hold them steady.
Tygra: I... I can't get a grip on them.
There's something... something in the way!
Hands... And I can't budge them.
I'll do more than budge them.
What is Tygra?
Tygra: Whatever it is, its drawing its strength from the Thunderillium.
Look at the gauges.
So this is what become of the ThunderCats.
Lion-O, it's a ghost.
And he knows who we are. -Stay back!
Who are you? Identify yourself..
I Lion-O, lord of ThunderCats, command you.
And led by mere cub.
Cheetara! -Look out!
Whoow!
Wilycat, we're trapped.
It's like fighting, air.
Lion-O: Why did you come here ghost? Who are you?
Grune: You will know who I am soon enough.
Lion-O, lord of the ThunderCats.
Oh yes. You'll still see me again.
Giant! Wollos, run!
Grune: Strength growing.
Growing with every step.
But now I need Thundrainium.
What Third Earth-lings call "Fire Rock".
Wollo: It was Grune the destroyer, ThunderCats.
He's come back to Third Earth.
It had to be him.
There's no mistaken that single saber-tooth.
Wollo: He demanded, that we give him "Fire Rocks"
Fire Rocks?
Yes. But we do not have any.
It's been forbidden to mine Fire Rocks for a 100 mega-years or more.
Wollo: Their power is too difficult to control.
Too dangerous.
Hmm. We had something like that on Thundera.
IT was called it Thundrainium.
Oh, please help us ThunderCats. We are helpless against him.
Of course we'll help you.
I'm, uh, not sure exactly how yet. But we'll do something.
That glow.
The Thundrainium pits are still where they were.
And still emitting its fearsome power.
It is done.
And now, the final conflict.
Panthro: It's going to take a lot of work, To get these controls back into shape.
Tiger: We have a more immediate problem, Panthro.
Cheetara: The ghost knew of us. He knew we were ThunderCats.
how? -Grune the destroyer, they called it.
We must learn as much about him, as he knows about us.
If we're to fight him. And win.
How Lion-O?
What we do know is just, legend, myth.
The sword. The sword may have the answer.
Sword of Omens, Give me sight beyond sight.
Show us what we need must know of Grune the destroyer.
Nothing. The sword showed me nothing.
Because the eye has no psychic powers.
Yes.
No. I can't. You can't ask me to.
Cheetara? You have this gift?
It's a curse, Lion-O.
Sometimes visions just appear to me.
And other times I must bring myself to the brink of oblivion,
To call forth the vision.
Sometimes it takes Cheetara weeks, even months to recover.
Then you mustn't, Cheetara.
This time, I must Lion-O.
We must know who, or what this Grune destroyer's is.
Or risk being destroyed ourselves.
I see...
I see...
Grune. But not the "Destroyer".
He's... he's... yes! He's a ThunderCat!
Grune? A ThunderCat? Never. -No way!
Shhh, don't disturb Cheetara's trance. It could harm her.
I see, Jaga. He and Grune are friends.
Great friends.
And great warriors.
Defending Thundera against all invaders.
But, greed overcomes Grune, and the lust for power.
Grune and his army of marauders sweep across Thundera,
Destroying, looting, bringing shame the code of the ThunderCats.
Jaga pursues him. They clash.
Hour after hour they fight, day after day.
But Jaga, is the mightier.
Grune is banished from Thundera. Set a drift in space.
And... and...
It's gone. I see nothing more.
Panthro: Rest now, Cheetara.
We can figure out what happened from there.
Yes. His ship found its way here. to Third Earth.
Where he had easy pickings.
Sure. Who can stand up to a ThunderCat gone bad?
How can WE stand up to him?
Knowing who Grune is, makes it even...
Wilycat: What was that?
The storm? I thought it was over.
Lion-O: That was nothing natural.
Come meet your fate, ThunderCats!
Grune the destroyer has come for his revenge.
Your fate will be sealed by the symbol you betrayed, Grune!
The Eye of Thundera! Hooo!
Wilycat: Lion-O! The eye is closed!
Oh, gee!
How do we fight a ghost?
Yes. How do you we fight a...?
Wait. Cheetara gave us the answer.
We fight a ghost with another ghost.
The mightiest ThunderCat of all.
Thunder, Thunder, Thunder
ThunderCats, Hooo!
Jaga. Your ancient enemy awaits you.
Hello, Grune.
So I finally grown you out, Jaga.
I suppose we were destined to meet again.
Grune was expecting Jaga.
It was after Jaga he was after all along.
He wants a re-match.
Surprised Jaga?
I forged my battle club from Thundrainium.
Thundrainium!
Thundrainium weakens us, Lion-O.
Jaga can't win.
Wilycat: He's disarmed Jaga!
Wilykit: It's all over! -Not yet!
Jaga! Your Sword of Omens!
Jaga has been weakened by the Thundrainium.
No. Neither he's giving or loosing ground.
It's a stalemate -Tygra: But not for long.
This club will finish Jaga in moments.
Lion-O: No!
Jaga! Take my strength!
No, Lion-O. No!
I command you, Jaga.
As lord of ThunderCats, I command you, to take my strength.
Jaga...
The battle...
It's like they've set the entire heaven a-flame.
Tygra: Was there ever a battle such as this?
Cheetara: I just hope Lion-O survives it.
He winning, Lion-O.
Jaga is driving Grune back.
You've won Jaga.
I'll never fight you again.
Jaga?
You never turned your back on hand extended in friendship.
Would you scorn an old friend who regrets his evil ways?
No. I would not, Grune.
Your righteousness has made you stronger, Jaga.
But it is, also made you foolish!
You... won, Jaga.
As I knew you must.
No, Lion-O.
It was the strength of the lord of ThunderCats,
That won this day.
As his only proper.
Thanks you, Jaga.
But you knew that Grune would go for the sword, didn't you?
You let him take it.
Better a honest enemy than a false friend, Lion-O.
You must know to tell which is which.
I'll to, Jaga.
You will, Lion-O.
You will!
Tygra: Well. There's no structural damage.
Repairs shouldn't be too difficult.
Cheetara: Someone's coming.
Wilycat: A couple of Bulkins, it looks like.
We had to come and tell you...
We were the ones that freed the ghost of Grune the destroyer.
Bondon: But, we did not mean to.
We thought there might be a treasure in the tomb.
That was a bad thing to do. We know that.
Bondon: And we're sorry.
You are sorry? And that's it?
Go easy on them.
They tried to make it right by coming here and telling us.
You made a mistake.
But mistakes can be valuable if you learn from them.
That sounds like Jaga talking.
Maybe that's Jaga, giving me permission to quote him.
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