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NARRATOR: The mighty Triangulons threaten to destroy Hawk Haven...

unless Quicksilver can rescue Drift. (He ambassador...

- - - from llllan ♪ Star's evil' hideout.

As Bluegrass gives Melodia a sizzling serenade...

in today's episode of Sihlerhawks.

COMMANDER: We are near the rendezvous point.

We must contact the Earth representatives.

Not so hasty. Ambassador Dliti.

Let them make the first move. Full stop.

No wonder the Triangulons rule the far side of the universe.

That cruiser looks like one tough customer.

I hope you'll never have to find out how tough.

All right, this is a code-one alert, Quicksilver.

You know Dlifl. The Tliangulon ambassador...

is hereto sign the peace treaty with Earth.

Yes, the first such peace treaty in the history of the universe, commander.

I want you to escort him 110m his ship to Bedlama.

Take Bluegrass and Tally-Hawk with you.

Aye. Aye. Commander.

[TALLY-HAWK SHRIEKS]

Good luck. Quicksilver.

MON♪STAR: The Tliangulons are here to talk peace.

We must ruin their plans.

YES-MAN: Yes. Yes. Great idea. Boss.

[HOARS]

We'll start a war.

Yes, yes, brilliant, boss.

Get me Molecular.

Yes. Boss. Certainly. Boss.

Oh. Yes. Yes.

What this galaxy needs is a good shootout.

When it's over, I'll have Limbo all to myself.

[LAUGHS]

Molecular. I need a galactic space pilot.

Someone who will bring Drill. The ambassador. To me.

No problem.

[MAKES WHIRRING. CHACKLING SOUNDS]

Planet master.

MON♪STAR: I'm impressed, Molecular.

And now...

go and get me that blasted Ambassador Dlitt.

Aye. Aye. Planet master.

I've got those moonstruck. Hard luck Tum-around-and-let-you-down blues.

Saddle up. Bluegrass.

'\I'\I'here to? —The edge of the galaxy.

I'll ride shotgun.

I'm approaching the cruiser.

Ahoy. Tliangulon vessel.

This is Ensign Jones.

I have orders to escort your ambassador to Bedlama.

Ale you sure you want to go alone?

Don't worry, commander, I'll be safe.

We've made it clear. Very clear to them...

that i1 any harm comes to me. It will mean all-out war.

Ale you my entire escort?

Speak up. This is very irregular.

Sit down. Ambassador...

it's going to be a bumpy ride.

[CHUCKLING]

I wish to radio our cruiser. Ugh!

I said. Sit down. Ambassador.

[GHUNTING]

YES-MAN: Yes. We did ii, boss.

We grabbed him. Yes.

Now the Tliangulons will go to war with Earth.

And in the chaos of that war...

I. Mon♪Stal. The planet master...

will take over Limbo.

[CACKLING]

Yes. Boss.

BLUEGRASS: Coming up on the cruiser. Quick.

Let them know who we are and why we're here.

BLUEGRASS: Roger. Say. Hi there.

This here's the Mirage and we're earning in to take your boy to the big parley.

Sounds like a cowboy out there.

Identity yourselves properly.

Uh-oh. Ahem.

This is Colonel Bluegrass piloting the spacecraft Mirage, sir.

We're on a code-seven mission to escort your ambassador to Bedlama. Over?

You're here to what?

But the ambassador has already been picked up.

Full alert.

BLUEGRASS: Looks like trouble, Quick. You wanna call for reinforcements?

No. Release me. I'll straighten this out.

You got it.

Who are you?

My name is Quicksilver, commander.

I've been assigned to escort Ambassador Dlitt to his meeting.

If you're telling the truth...

then an impostel has abducted our ambassador.

I'm afraid so, commander.

Which way did they go?

What's the heading of the arnbassador's launch?

CREWMAN: Course 43 Alpha 'IO.

The Light Year Limit.

Tally-Hawk.

Track the launch.

[TALLY-HAWK SHRIEKS]

Commander, I promise you your ambassador will be safely returned.

But you must give me time.

You have eight hours.

If Ambassador Dritt has not been found and brought back by then...

I will obliterate your base. Hawk Haven...

as easily as that.

Where to. Old buddy?

QUICKSILVER: The Light Year Limit, Bluegrass, and step an it.

All light.

A little traveling music, Hot Licks.

[PLAYING ROCK MUSIC]

Any sign of the launch, Bluegrass?

Hm. Nothing.

This Light Year Limit's a great place to hide. But it's a lousy place to seek.

Hot a trace of them.

QUICKSILVER: Okay, Bluegrass, head for daylight.

With pleasure.

Now what, skipper?

[TALLY-HAWK SHRIEKS]

Tally-Hawk. Report.

[SHRIEKS]

Mon ♪ Star.

He's got the ambassador.

This is an outrage.

I came to the Galaxy o1 Limbo.

Collection. Ambassador. You've come to Blim♪Sta|.

And you won't be leaving.

You ' re a fool.

Our cruiser has enough firepower to destroy this galaxy.

That will mean war. Ambassador Dlitt...

and war is exactly what I want.

Take him away. Molecular.

Yes-Man. The screen.

Arm the main laser.

CREWMAN: Main laser armed and ready.

Now. Ii you don't find Ambassador Dliit, Quicksilver...

Hawk Haven will soon be space dust.

Clewman. How much time has elapsed since Ambassador Britt's abduction?

CREWMAN: Three hours. Three minutes. Sir.

Quicksilver here. Commander.

Do you have the ambassador?

No. But we've located him.

Then bring him here.

It won't he easy, commander.

We need more time.

Watch the screen. Silvelhawk.

That's how much time is lefl beiole your home is blown to pieces.

BLUEGRASS: Uh. Let me guess. Destination Blim♪Stal. Light?

Right. Move it.

BLUEGRASS: Ready 10! Launch. Good luck. Buddy.

Thanks. Bluegrass. You know what to do.

Release.

Okay. Hot Licks.

Time 10! A diverting solo.

[ELECTRIC GUITAR PLAYS PIERCING NOTE]

Oh! It must be that Silvelhawk.

I can't stand that hillbilly stuff.

[PLAYS DISCORDANTLY]

All light. Cowboy. I'm coming to shut you up.

Tally-Hawk. Time to do your act. Friend.

BLUEGRASS: There she is, Hot Licks. Right on cue.

Stay with him. Hardware.

I'm trying. Melodia. I'm trying.

QUICKSILVER: This place is a labyrinth, a maze.

And no time to guess where the ambassador is being held.

I've got less than an hour and a half to find him.

Tally-Hawk.

We've got to keep looking.

[SHRIEKS]

[G HU HTS]

Good work. Tally-Hawk. Ah!

Who are you?

Your real escort, ambassador.

Wait.

[QUICKSILVER SCHEAMS]

Stand aside. Ambassador.

Come on, ambassador, let's get out of here.

[MON♪STAR GHOWLS]

MON' ST AR: They wan'! Gel away.

Yes-Man, the transformation chamber.

Moon ♪ Star of Limbo.

Give me the might. The muscle...

the menace of IUlon♪Star.

This way.

DRITT: Ale we lost? QUICKSILVER: I'm ahaid so.

[MOLECULAR SHRIEKING]

Tally-Hawk.

[MOLECULAR SHRIEKS]

Stay close. Ambassador.

Tally-Hawk. Report.

[CHUCKLING]

[MON♪STAR LAUGHING]

MON' ST AR: There is no escape hem Bxim' Sta!.

Look out.

[MON♪STAR YELPS]

[GHOWLS]

Your puny eflolts mean nothing to me...

Ouicksilve|.

Come on. Ambassador. Now's our chance.

IUION♪STAH: Out of the way, you bundle of blobs.

[MOLECULAR SCREAMS]

- Ale you all light. Ambassador Dlitt? - Yes.

We've got just 18 minutes to get you back...

before your commander blows up Hawk Haven.

Get us out of here, Tally-Hawk.

Okay. Hot Licks. It's time to end this session.

Where did he go?

Turn this crate around. Hardware.

I'm gonna fly his hats.

All light.

Now we're really cooking.

Faster. Hardware. I've got him in my...

[SCHEAMING]

HARDWARE: Hold on. Melodia. I'm coming.

And that's the name of that tune.

Bluegrass. I've heed the ambassador. Come and get us.

BLUEGRASS: On my way. Skipper.

COMMANDER: Lock on target.

CREWMAN: Luck.

Begin countdown.

Counting.

Deploy main laser.

Main laser deployed and ready to fire.

Twenty-one, 20, 19...

QUICKSILVER: Commander.

This is Quicksilver.

Stop the countdown. I repeat, stop the countdown.

We've brought the ambassador.

DRYTT: R's true. Commander. We're coming aboard right now.

Stand down the main laser, cancel full alert.

Prepare to receive the ambassador.

So. Commander, the meeting on Bedlama will take place as planned.

It seems my mission will be successful after all.

Thanks to the Silvelhawks.

BLUEGRASS: You're late for your lesson. - Sony.

All right. Let's get to it.

Now. Here's the Earth. In orbit around the sun.

For five points. What do we call the amount of time it takes for the Earth...

to make one complete trip around the sun?

One year. You're right, five points.

Okay. Now. Let's go hack and look at all the planets in the solar system.

The closer a planet is to the sun...

the smaller its orbit and the faster it moves...

and therefore the shorter its year.

Now, for four points...

mwhich planet has the shortest year. Only 88 Earth days?

Right on. Kidd. Mercury.

Add four points to your score.

Now, for another four points...

tell me which planet has the longest year?

Pluto. Of course. Piece of cake. Huh?

That's four plus nine, equals 13 points.

Great score today. Kidd. I'll see you tomorrow.

—Oh, and, Kidd', don't be late- —I won't.

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