Original subtitles

Well, Vultureman, is it ready?

Yes, Mumm-Ra.

Allow me to introduce you to the robot Wolfrat.

He can penetrate the Cat's Lair's every defense

He is the state of the art in Mutant technology.

Haha! Mutant technology.

Much good that has done us.

Attack.

Perhaps I underestimated you, Vultureman.

Get this, into the Cat's Lair,

and our problems are over.

What is it?!

Here that is the magic miniaturizing potion of Tutan-Tiny.

It will turn the ThunderCats into helpless Thunder-kitten.

Panther, take a look at this.

Let's enlarge it.

Transform. Transform.

Nothing there. -I don't like this.

My sixth sense tells me something's wrong.

Come on, we'll get Lion-O to double check with the Sword of the Omens.

Blast off. Blast off.

We've checked everything.

I still have the feeling something's wrong.

Sword of the Omens, give me sight beyond sight.

There's nothing there, Cheetara.

Transform. Transform.

Nothing so far.

But when Cheetara gets a hunch, it's usually worth investigating.

Attack. Attack.

There's nowhere else to look.

Hey! What's that?!

Wilykit!

Seal off that ventilation shaft!

They say it's a world is...

but this is crazy!

Miniaturization Gas!

No prize for guessing who's responsible.

Let's deal with him later.

Meanwhile, if we're going to develop and antidote,

we need to analyze this stuff.

I just hope I can reach everything I need in the lab.

We better move fast! We're sitting cats while we're this size.

Look out!

Attack. Attack.

I'll draw its fire. While you get this thing to the door.

They won't be able to divert that thing for long.

Lion-O!

Mumm-Ra!

Oh, what we have here, Vultureman,

is a Third Earth, pest control operation.

Mumm-Ra!

How can I do anything while I'm like this?

By Plun-Darr, Mumm-Ra,

if those ThunderCats feel as defenseless, as I did,

we've got them, this time.

We'll never have a better chance.

Now's the time for you and your Mutant friends,

to attack these minty miniatures.

This time... Ha ha ha ha

We'll finish them, forever.

Strange, no one on the scanners.

Have to let myself in.

I'm back! Come and see what I've got.

Candy fruit everybody? Snarf, Snarf.

Where is everyone?

Who's there? Come out whoever you are.

Attack.

Lion-O, help! Snarf, Snarf. Where is everybody?!

Attack.

Candy fruit versus lasers.

Thank Jaga, I can call on superior intelligence.

Attack.

An old trick, but it never fails. Snarf, Snarf.

Lion-O, Panthro, Cheetara.

Anyone, help!

Fire!

What in Thundera, happened to you? -No time for explanations.

Make for Tygra's lab. That's where we're hold up.

Hurry, Tygra. We're running out of time.

The Sword of the Omens, its warning us.

I'll get to the sword chamber. You keep working on the antidote.

This armor better work, Panthro.

If it doesn't succeed, we're all finished.

Sword of the Omens, give me sight beyond sight.

Prepare to attack. -Prepare to attack.

But how can we fight them, Lion-O?

Our weapons are like toys now.

Not so fast, Wilykit.

The Snarf MK-I charger.

Guarantee to strike fear into the hearts of all Mutants.

Attack!

We may be small,

but if we stick together, we can do it.

Teamwork is everything.

United we stand, divided we fall.

All for one, -and one for all!

ThunderCats, hooo!

That will teach you to bust in where you're not wanted,

you mechanical monstrosity.

Snarf, Snarf.

That's teamwork for you.

And that same teamwork will help us defeat the Mutants.

I've thought of a way we could give a nice surprise to our Mutants friends.

Wilykit, Wilycat, give me a hand.

Is this a trap?

The ThunderCats are now, puny midgets.

What trap could they set for us?

Where are Thunder-midgets, Wolfrat?

Hah! Where are they?!

That's just for openers, Mutants. Snarf, Snarf.

Get him.

The final ingredient.

Now, for the big test.

Thank Jaga!

And only just in time, by the sound of it.

Quick, in here.

They're trapped. Melt down the door!

Now for a taste of your own medicine. Snarf, Snarf.

Thunder, Thunder, Thunder.

ThunderCats, hoooo!

Now we're up to normal size, let's cut those mutants down to size.

Snarf's taking care of that.

Good riddance to bad rubbish. Snarf, Snarf.

Now, what I want to know is...

when am I going to get back to my normal size.

But, Snarf, don't you enjoy being big?

You're such a hero when the Mutants were around.

Well...Just doing my duty, Panthro.

But now I can't get into my bed,

and I keep bumping my head on the doorway.

Oww, don't worry, Snarf.

In will wear off in a few days, and you'll be your normal size again.

But, to honor you for fighting off the Mutants,

I'm going to give up my chair at the council table.

and you can take my place.

Well, in that case... Snarf, Snarf!

We asked you to join us at the council table, Snarf,

but we didn't expect you to... take the floor so soon.