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Tom of THUMB on the ball and ready for action.

Oops, wrong line.

On the ball and... And the gab, Tom. The Earth's being invaded from outer space.

Get over here right away.

To the Pentagon, Swingin' Jack.

Guys from outer space, huh?

Bad news, T.T.

Of course, they may be friendly. Chief, as far as I'm concerned, all guys from

outer space are creeps. We know that MAD agents are sending a rocket up to

intercept them. If they get to them first, those spacemen will be on their

side. Well, why don't we send up one of our own astronauts?

Because we haven't got a big rocket ready for blast-off.

The only thing we've got on the pad is a tiny one, just your size.

And... An old soup can?

Ours, not the reason why, Swingin' Jack.

Ours, but the do or, uh... Oh, yeah?

Forget it.

Countdown.

Ten, nine, eight, seven...

What a view!

Hey, boss!

Look over there!

The men from outer space!

And look what's coming toward them!

Traitors! M.A.D. agents!

We've got to get to those spacemen first!

That's the idea, Swingin' Jack.

Now to propel ourselves through this vast, empty void.

Where's that pepper, um... Open up, Swingin' Jack.

Achoo!

Achoo!

Achoo! Achoo!

Achoo!

A real man from outer space!

If you've got any cool left swinging, Jack, hang on and don't blow it.

Like the man that what we got here.

I'm Tom of T-H-U-M-B, fella.

Fellas? Fella?

Clyde, I don't dig you.

A Clyde Tom.

I may as well warn you, but M.A.D. agents are on the way.

Like which agents?

M.A.D.

Maladjusted, antisocial, and darn mean.

An organization of scientists bent on destroying the world for their own gain.

You're putting me on. He's not putting us on, man. He's putting us down.

Attention, short one. Nobody puts down a cat from outer space.

You dig?

I don't know what you're talking about.

There come the M.A.D. guys now.

Like they look like our type cats, swinging and kicky, dig?

Welcome. We are from M.A.D. and wish to be cohorts.

Friends, my name is Buck.

And this here is Flash.

How do?

Hey, you know, like these M.A.D. cats moving at tempo.

Flash did, I might have known.

Creeps of a feather flock together, eh, boss?

You save that kind of line for the end, Swingin' Jack.

So far, we've failed in our mission.

Together, we'll conquer the Earth.

Earth? What you gasses about bearded one?

Yeah, like what's this Earth bit?

Huh? The Earth.

Right down there.

We'll conquer it together.

Like you mean that there's the Earth down there?

Man, like we were cruising for Mars.

But I thought you came from Mars.

Us? From Mars?

Oh, you're way off face, fuzzy face.

Rewind, man. We're Jupiter cats.

We're looking to spook Mars.

Well, couldn't you conquer Earth instead?

I mean our planets, our planet.

Earth! Who needs that turmoil, pussycat?

Like, uh, Splitman that's cut out.

Wait! You disregard the little squares!

I don't think I like their attitude.

No time to be miffed, Swingin' Jack.

We gotta capture those M.A.D. guys.

Luckily, I brought my miniature transistorized laser ray gun.

Stick them up, you crumbs.

Courses. Home of T-H-U-M-B.

We're done for.

I triumph again.

Kind of awe-inspiring.

Yeah, but one thing, boss. How do we all get back?

Why must you always be such a wet blanket?