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NARRATOR: A space prospector strikes gold on Automata...

hut three outlaws jump his claim...

and plan to steal all his gold for themselves.

When Bluegrass goes to investigate. He gets blasted down a mineshaft.

The Silverhawks fly to the rescue...

but the opposition is ready and waiting.

Can the Silverhawks survive this bumpy landing...

to save Bluegrass and the space prospector?

Today's episode of Sihlerhawks.

[SINGING] I'm a lonesome old prospector.

Roaming space in search of gold

'Cause I wanna be a rich man.

Before I get too old.

Gold?

Gold! Gold!

They said I'd never find gold on Automata. But I found it.

I'm rich. Rich!

[SHOUTS EXCITEDLY]

This must be the biggest find in Limbo. Mule...

and it's all ours.

BANDIT: I reckon you're wrong. Old-timer.

I'm jumping this claim.

Give me that gold.

You go find your own gold. Bandit.

I asked you nicely.

Now I'm going to tell you nastily.

[YELLS]

You won't get away with this.

[LAUGHING]

Says who?

PROSPECTOR: The Silvelhawks will get you.

[SINGING] Once I was a pour space bandit.

Now I've come in from the cold

'Cause I fixed that dumb old geezer.

And I've stolen all his gold [LAUGHING]

Howdy, fellas. What's happening?

[SNORTING] Nothing.

That's just the problem.

CYCLOPS: Can't even afford the price of a Limbo Cooler.

We'll soon change that.

Three Limbo Coolers. Hany.

You ran out of credit, Bandit.

I guess that changes things. Huh?

Sure does. Bandit.

Three Limbo Coolers coming up.

[SNORTING] Whele'd you get this. Bandit?

[LAUGHING]

Jumped an old geezer': claim on Automata.

But you keep that between us. Hany...

or those lights of yours will be flashing SOS.

- Right? - Sule thing. Bandit.

You know me.

I can keep my mouth shut.

Let's finish these drinks and get back to the claim.

There's more gold there than you can shake a stick at.

[SINGING] I'm a far-out kind of cowboy.

And I'm gonna be a star

I'm the hero of the spaceways.

When I play my old guitar

[MONITOR BEEPING]

Oh. Shucks.

And it was such a peaceful day.

BLUEGRASS: A robot mule out of control.

They always were emery critters.

Should have been phased out a couple hundred years ago.

Let's go. Hotseat.

Whoa there, old stick.

You don't take it easy. You're gonna blow a gasket.

Hmm. I guess sweet-talking won't do it.

Easy. Fella. Ain't no one gonna hurt you.

Yeah. I reckon we're getting there.

All I wanna do is find out who belongs to you.

Calling Hawk Haven.

BLUEGRASS [OVER RADIO]: Bluegrass calling Hawk Haven.

Come in. Bluegrass. What's your problem?

BLUEGRASS: I got me a runaway space mule here. Commander.

"License plate reads, 'Prospector 1 ."

Can you give me an ID?

Looks like it belongs to a prospector...

licensed to explore Autornata and sell on Fits.

Wait a minute. There's some kind oi scar running down his side.

Looks like he might have been shot up. Commander.

Get on it, cowboy.

Go undercover and bring me the perpetrators.

Check. Commander. I'll start on Automata.

[MONITOR BEEPING]

Yes. Yes. This is Blim♪Sta|.

I got some information for Mon♪Star.

Well. Spill ii. Hany. I haven't got all day.

Uh-uh. This is for Mon'Star. Not his lackey.

Spill ii. Harry. Unless you want me to come and spill you.

Spill you. Yes, yes.

Uh. Space bandit struck gold on Automata.

And he didn't tell me first?

He's holding out on me.

I want my cut.

YES-MAN: Yes. Cut, Mon♪Star. Yes.

Ninety-nine-point-nine percent seems fail.

Wouldn't you say. Yes-Man?

Ninety-nine-point-nine pelceni. Mon♪Sia|.

Oh, yes. Absolutely fair, IUlon♪Star.

Melodia. Get in here.

MELODIA: You called, planet master?

MON♪STAR: The space bandit struck gold on Automata.

Go, take charge of the claim.

A pleasure, Mon♪Sia|.

And if anyone objects...

Give them a bash o1 the Mon♪Sta| mash.

There's Automata.

Better switch on the scanners 10! A look-see.

Bingo. Just need to bring it in a little closer.

ALL [SINGING]: We're the toughest hoods in Limbo.

We know how to play the game.

We will blast you dawn the mineshaft.

If you try to jump our claim.

Guess this calls lo! A quiet landing and a good disguise.

I've had enough of this, Bandit.

I mean. We've got more gold here than you could spend in a zillion years.

Ah. You can never have too much gold. Cyclops.

It's a contradiction in terms. Ha-ha-ha.

BLUEGRASS: Ex“. Bluegrass.

Enter the Marauder.

BANDIT: Do something 10! You. Stranger?

BLUEGRASS: I heard you needed help to work the claim.

Well. You heard wrong.

Wait, Bandit.

He can help us carry all this gold.

Yeah. That will mean we can grab even more o1 it.

[SNORTING]

Good thinking. Boys.

After he's helped us. We'll blow him away.

[LAUGHING]

Uh. You got a name. Stranger?

BLUEGRASS: They call me the Marauder.

[SPACESHIP APPHOACHING]

How do you like this 10! Claim-jumping?

Hey.

Whoa!

[G HU HTS]

[G HU HTS]

Aah! That's blown your cover. Cowboy.

BANDIT: The Silvelhawk pilot.

CYCLOPS: You double-crossing lat.

This is the end 10! You. Silvelhawk.

This one's mine. Boys.

So long. Cowboy.

You've sung your last chorus.

[YELLING]

[YELLING AND GRUNTING]

Go. Sideman.

BLUEGRASS: Sideman can slow me down...

hut he just doesn't have the power to fly me out of here.

[GHUNTING]

PROSPECTOR: Glad you dropped in. Boy.

I was getting kind of lonesome down here.

Huh? What“? Who“?

Howdy.

Hey. Thanks.

Hey. That's nice.

[PLAYS GUITAR]

Well, I guess we survived the fall.

But, say, old-timer, how did you get down here?

Uh. Gold dam space bandit jumped my claim.

Shaved me down here.

And you're not hurt?

[CHUCKLING]

Ha. I've been prospecting in Limbo 10! 700 years. Sonny.

You don't think this is the first time I iell down a mineshafl.

[LAUGHS]

The question isn't how we got down here.

It's how we get out.

Oh. Don't pay that no never mind. Old-timer.

I got friends who can do that.

Go get the Silvelhawks. Sideman.

[HIGH-PITCHED SHRIEK NEARBY]

What's that?

There's nothing I hate more than a solo guitar.

[SCHAMBLED HUMMING]

You let them get away.

You missed them.

But I won't miss you.

Get back to work.

But... Uh... Ooh.

They'll bring the Silvelhawks.

And how will the Silvelhawks get here. Balloon body?

Their pilot's stuck down the mineshafl.

They'll find a way. Melodia.

They always do.

I don't believe what I'm healing.

You're too ugly to be afraid of the Silverhawlts.

Now, all of you, back to work.

[SPACESHIP APPHOACHING]

[WHISTLES]

What?

- No Bluegrass. - I don't like this.

My feelings exactly.

STARGAZER [OVER PA]: Assemble in my office

for emergency briefing, Silverhawks.

I just decoded some information from Sidernan.

Melodia and three space outlaws have trapped Bluegrass on Automata.

Get over there and fix it.

How. Sir?

She means. We've got no pilot.

[STARGAZEH GHUMBLING INDISTINCTLY]

Here's your big chance. Kidd.

[COPPER-KIDD WHISTLES]

Yes. You.

Bluegrass has been teaching you how to fly the Mirage 10! Weeks.

So fly it.

You bet.

[WHISTLING]

Sure, we trust you, Kidd.

You have the best teacher in space.

Ale you gonna stand around jawing all day...

or are you gonna get out there and rescue the cowboy?

You've taken just about everything we found, Illlelodia.

But I haven't taken enough.

Ninety-nine-point-nine percent is what Man' Ska! Wants.

And 99.9 percent is what Mon♪Sta| will get.

So get loading.

And when you've loaded that. Get more.

[SPACESHIP APPHOACHING]

[MELODIA YELLS]

Oh-oh-oh. I told you they'd be here.

MELODIA: We're in this together. Boys.

You won't get your gold if we don't fight thern off.

[WHISTLING]

I saw them too. Kidd.

Prepare to launch.

ALL [IN UNISON]: Release.

Don't file until you see the lights oi their visors.

QUICKSILVER: Vertical dive.

File.

QUICKSILVER: Scatter.

And wing it.

[GHUNTING]

Hey.

Whoa!

[SHORTS THEN UVHIIIIIPEHS]

Time to get out of here with the gold.

[CACKLING]

Maybe the Kidd can stop her.

Whatever else. Melodia is a led-hot drivel.

I don't think the Kidd's had enough practice in the Mirage.

[CACKLING]

No chance.

There's no one who can ouflly me.

One finale coming up.

[YELLS]

[YELLS]

What in Limbo...?

[SCHEAMING]

[ALL CHEERING]

Gee. Thanks. Silvelhawks.

Don't mention it. Old fella.

All in a day's work.

Let's beat it 10! Hawk Haven.

You can bet your bottom dollar...

the commander's got another mission 10! Us.

You wanna take the reins. Kidd?

[WHISTLES]

I reckon you earned it.

[SINGING] Yes, we fixed the blasted Bandit

[SINGING] And we clipped Meludia's wings

[SINGING] New we're an our way back home and

[SINGING] This is what we're gonna sing.

ALL [SINGING]: Silverhawks all stand together.

Fighting every kind of crime.

And the mob will never beat us

'Cause we'll smash them every time

[ALL LAUGHING]

QUICKSILVER: Yeah.

BLUEGRASS RIVER PM: All systems go. Kidd. Let's fly.

When very massive stars like this one...

many times bigger than our sun...

hum up the last of their usable fuel...

they sometimes explode...

flaring up millions of times brighter than before.

Now. For eight points. Kidd. What are these exploding stars called?

COPPER-KIDD: Supernova.

BLUEGRASS: Supernova. That's it.

Eight points.

Sometimes after a star goes supernova...

all that remains is a super-dense little star that can pulse with energy.

For six points. What are one of these little stars called?

COPPER-KIDD: Pulsar.

BLUEGRASS: Right, a pulsar.

Six points.

Sometimes we think a star might collapse...

and form an extremely dense object with gravity so strong...

that nothing, not even light, can escape from it.

For six points. What is this corpse of a star called?

Here's a hint. Kidd.

From the outside. It looks like a totally dark void in space.

COPPER-KIDD: Black hole.

BLUEGRASS: Black hole. That's right.

Six more points.

You got them all right today. Kidd.

Twenty points.

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