Original subtitles

It's a job for Tom of...

On

the ball and ready for action, Chief

Jean.

Look, Tom, M.A.D.'s gonna blow up the world. And this time, we're helpless to

stop them.

Come, come, Chief Chief.

Think positive.

They've covered their headquarters with a new scientific material that's so

strong, nothing can destroy it. Not even an H-bomb. So we can't get in to stop

them.

Golly! Quiet, Swingin' Jack.

Where do I fit in?

Tom, you've got to crack that covering.

Now, because of your size, if you could even make a tiny one-inch hole, you'd be

able to get inside and clobber them.

Gotcha, Chief Chief.

If anyone calls, Gil, we'll be down in the lab.

Only got 45 minutes to come up with the greatest single scientific discovery

ever. What's that, boss?

A master solvent. Something that will burn through anything.

Let's get cracking.

Finished. And with five minutes to spare.

When we mix those two elements together, we'll have a glob of master solvent.

Will it burn through the new MAG building? It'll burn through anything

and everything.

Here goes.

But, boss... Don't bother me, Swingin' Jack.

Wonder what happened.

Oh, I try to tell you, boss. If it burns through everything, nothing can hold it.

Rats. I never thought of that.

Oh, look.

This situation could get sticky.

Oh, boss, come here.

It burned right through the floor.

Good gravy, and the floor below that.

And the next, and the next. It burns through everything.

I know that. Come on, start up your rocket belt. We've got to beat that glob

down to the basement.

Well? Look.

Oh, stop asking those silly questions.

It'll eat right through to China.

It's hit that underground compressed hot air duct.

It's burning through.

Stand by.

That's it. I know how we can control it. But, boss, nothing can hold a master

solvent. Then that's just what we'll use.

Nothing! Gil, grab the copter and meet us outside. Right away.

Pucker up and blow, Swingin' Jack.

Now I see. Air pressure. We'll use air pressure to hold a

master solvent.

Right?

There's M.A.D. headquarters, down below.

Let her go!

At last, we blow up the world! Nothing can stop us because nothing can get to

us.

That's what you think.

or we'll cream you with these ray guns.

Curses toiled again by Tom of T-H-U-M-B.

But what about the solvent, boss?

I think it's on its way to China again.

Shh, not so loud.

Let them worry about it, baby.

Let them worry about it.