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♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ We’re good against evil ♪

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♪ We’ve got invincible powers ♪

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♪ Yeah ♪

♪ The one and only WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ We’re heroes not zeroes ♪

♪ We got what they fear

♪ So here’s the facts ♪

♪ So we got power to the max

♪ You know we’re tough as

nails ♪

♪ When all else fails call

WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ Nerves of steel

♪ WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ Here’s the deal ♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ You better watch out

♪ Yeah

♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ We’re good against evil ♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ We’ve got invincible powers ♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ The one and only WildC.A.T.s♪

NARRATOR: WildC.A.T.s mission

log, entry number 44.3.

The Temple of Themiscrya has

buried itself beyond Helspont’s

reach.

At the moment, the WildC.A.T.s

are on guard, but there are

starting to be distractions.

(Whistling)

WARBLADE: How long before the

lovebirds give in?

Two days.

Ten bucks says one.

You’re on.

SPARTAN: The temple buried

itself deep.

We’re looking at nearly a

quarter mile of solid stone

straight down.

Yeah?

Well, as far as I’m concerned,

it can stay there.

If we can’t reach it neither

can Helspont.

He will not stop trying,

however.

And we can’t stay here

forever.

JACOB: Don’t sweat it.

Now that Halo Industries owns

the island, we can load up the

defences, which reminds me--

Give me Archer.

ARCHER: Jacob, my most

despised business competitor.

How unpleasant to hear from you.

I do hope you’re calling with

good news.

Your bankruptcy, perhaps.

(Chuckling)

Listen, Archer.

I got an emergency going here.

I need two of your salvo cannons

and a dozen Stinger-3s right

away.

Really?

Well, Jacob, since it’s you, I

can let you have them for, say,

60 million.

JACOB: What?

That’s three times the going

rate!

(Archer chuckling)

ARCHER: Four, but it’s your

emergency, Jacob.

Take it or leave it.

JACOB: One of these days,

that guy’s going to push me too

far.

Void, where’s Helspont now?

Can you get a reading on the

Behemoth?

(Beeping sounds)

Yes.

It is submerged 40 miles

offshore.

And Jacob, he is scanning this

area now.

HELSPONT: Blast!

Marlowe has wasted no time in

establishing his defences.

They are just conventional

forces.

The Troika will defeat them.

But not with sufficient

speed.

The WildC.A.T.s would be

alerted.

They would teleport in to stop

the Troika’s attack.

So, we wait for an opening.

No!

Each passing moment brings the

WildC.A.T.s’ computer expert,

Warblade, closer to a solution

for the Code of Threes.

With it, they can open the force

field and obtain the orb.

I will not let this happen!

You have a plan, Lord

Helspont?

I do, indeed.

A plan which will eliminate the

WildC.A.T.s as an obstacle

forever!

(Laughing)

DRIVER: They’re here to see

the president.

(Beeping)

(Alarm blaring)

COMPUTER: WildC.A.T. alert,

WildC.A.T. alert!

Daemonite activity detected at

the White House.

What?

GRIFTER: Sounds like old

propane puss is after the top

dog again!

Not if we can help it.

Claws out, C.A.T.s!

We’re going in hard!

(Shouting)

(Gasping)

VOODOO: Daemonites, there!

GRIFTER: Get back, pal!

We’ll handle this.

(Lasers firing)

They’re attacking the

president!

(Shouting)

Hey!

GRIFTER: Look out!

That’s done it now.

(Maul growling)

MAUL: I think we’ve outstayed

our welcome.

(Shouting)

Void, pull us out.

MAN: Hold it right there!

GRIFTER: Oh, man.

Uh, hi, Max.

Oh, Cole.

Don’t tell me you guys are

causing trouble again.

GRIFTER: Those men, they were

enemy agents.

Huh?

Yeah, sure they are.

GRIFTER: I’m telling you,

bro, they were Daemonite agents.

MAX: And I believe you, but

you were darn stupid to pull a

stunt like that on national TV.

Now, the whole country thinks

you were attacking the

president, and I can’t put a

hush on this one.

Well, what were those Drones

doing there?

It was a publicity bite.

They were donating a fortune to

the president’s favourite

charity.

Oh, man.

We’ve been set up!

Perhaps if someone had not

overreacted in a crisis--

Hey, that agent had you in

his sights, sister!

I am capable of looking out

for myself.

Yeah?

Well, excuse me for livin’.

Hey, hey, hey!

It’s too late, it happened.

Now, you have to stand trial.

Yeah?

Well, how ’bout we just cut out

of here?

JACOB: No, Warblade.

We cannot afford to fight the

government and the Daemonites

by becoming outlaws.

We must play along for now.

Helspont’s up to something.

Sooner or later, he’ll tip his

hand, and when he does, I

promise you the WildC.A.T.s will

pounce!

PIKE: Success, Lord Helspont.

We have accessed the nuclear

disarmament facility.

HELSPONT: Excellent.

There they are, the last two

nuclear missiles on Earth.

With one, I shall blast my way

down to the very temple and

destroy the force field which

protects the orb.

But first, with the other, I

shall destroy the WildC.A.T.s.

(Laughing)

(Alarm blaring)

(Groaning)

What happened?

The missiles!

They’re gone!

VOODOO: I can’t believe

they’re putting us here!

Well, let’s face it, Voodoo.

There isn’t a prison around with

a prayer of holding you guys.

So, we’re using the strongest

security vault ever built.

Fort Knox.

Whoa, mama.

I used to dream about busting

in here.

(Hemming)

Before I went straight, of

course.

Uh, Zealot--

JACOB: What?

Helspont stole the pair of

missiles?

That flame-headed freak!

He’s gonna try to blast out the

temple!

That is likely, but at the

moment, the Daemonites are

headed for Fort Knox.

After the C.A.T.s?

What about the government?

They do not have my tracking

ability, they cannot find the

trucks.

JACOB: Just as well.

If the feds try to take on

cinder-skull’s crew, a lot of

innocent people are gonna get

hurt.

Nah, this one we’re gonna handle

ourselves.

And I think I know just how to

do it.

Call an emergency board meeting.

Now.

(Helspont laughing)

HELSPONT: Vengeance.

Our agent reports that the

WildC.A.T.s have been taken to

Fort Knox.

Alert me when you have arrived

within missile range.

PIKE: Without fail, Lord

Helspont.

And instruct our agent to

ensure the WildC.A.T.s do not

escape.

I have waited a long time for

this moment.

MAX: Just remember, keep an

eye on ’em.

I think they’ll cooperate, but

if they don’t, hit ’em with a

jolt from this.

It sends an electrical charge

through the walls and floor of

the vault.

Should knock ’em all cold, even

the cyborg.

Got it?

Good man.

Man, how long are we gonna

put up with this?

Fifteen minutes and I’m already

stir crazy!

What the--?

What’s that clown doing?

(Gasping)

VOODOO: That’s no clown!

He’s Daemonite!

Let’s roar, C.A.T.s!

(Shouting)

♪

Maul, take them.

Goin’ up.

(Screaming)

(Shouting)

What the--?

(Zealot shouting)

GRIFTER: Don’t move, bro.

Hold him, and try not to mess

up this time.

(Shouting)

Time to call Marlowe.

♪

What’s this emergency meeting

all about?

Don’t know, but if I know

Marlowe, it’s got to be big!

JACOB: No, you gotta stay

there.

Sir, the Daemonites have a

nuclear missile.

I’ll handle the bug-faces,

and what’s more, I’ll clear the

charges against you, but I need

you to stay put.

Understand?

If you attack them now, you

could set off a nuclear

disaster.

All right.

We will follow orders for now.

Spartan out.

Marlowe’s gonna take on

Helspont’s crew?

MAUL: No way!

He is no warrior, he is a

mere human.

Hey, don’t diss the race, and

let me tell you guys something.

If the fireplug says he’ll

handle it, he’ll handle it.

Don’t you worry.

Ladies and gentlemen, the

country is faced with an

unexpected nuclear crisis, and

due to the nature of this

situation, we here at Halo are

the only people who can handle

it, so let us do what we do

best.

Let’s cook!

PIKE: Approaching the Big

Sandy now, Lord Helspont.

Once we cross that bridge, we

will be almost in range of Fort

Knox.

(Helspont laughing)

Excellent.

JACOB: Stace, buy that

bridge.

Jim, get me those demolition

permits!

Now, buster!

To heck with the union!

Get your crew rolling in one

minute or you’ll be out of a

job!

You hear me?

What?

They must be renovating the

bridge.

Accursed bureaucracies!

Take the detour.

Scrap metal.

I need four tons.

Hustle.

(Tires blowing out)

Bob, buy out every tire store in

that area.

You heard me.

I want all the gas in a 30-mile

radius.

No, I’m not kidding!

Do it!

PIKE: No!

HELSPONT: Pike, what is

happening?

Now for the clincher.

Let’s go, people!

What the--?

TOLL: This road is now the

property of Halo Industries.

Please pay toll.

(Pike shouting)

Marlowe!

I should have known!

This has gone far enough.

Prepare the hoverships for

launch.

If I cannot fire the missiles, I

shall deliver the warheads

personally.

(Phone ringing)

Yeah?

Give me the news service.

♪

WOMAN: What do you know.

They are enemy agents.

Patch this through to the White

House.

GRIFTER: Uh, hey.

Brought you some food.

It is slop.

Take it away.

Now, come on.

You need your strength.

Hey!

It is fit only for human

males and other swine.

Now, just hold on a minute,

sister!

You’ve been riding my case ever

since we started this gig.

What are you trying to do, drive

me away?

Perhaps I am.

Oh, yeah?

Why?

You would not understand.

Try me, sister!

Maybe I want to find out!

Do not be absurd!

Why would you care?

Why?

Why would I care?

Because I love you, that’s why!

(Sighing)

Oh, man.

Sorry.

Sorry, maybe you were right.

Maybe I wasn’t meant to be a

Coda warrior.

I know, feelings like that get

in the way.

So, I guess--

(Sighing)

I’m sorry.

Guess I failed the final test.

We have both failed, Grifter.

I-- feel the same way, too.

Well, finally!

WARBLADE: Pay up, big guy.

GRIFTER: What?

What did you--?

ZEALOT: Oh, Grifter.

I’ve fought against it for so

long.

Well, maybe it’s time we quit

fighting.

COMPUTER: WildC.A.T. alert,

WildC.A.T. alert!

Nice going, chrome.

Greetings, WildC.A.T.s.

I got good news and bad news.

The good news is you’ve just

received a presidential pardon.

So, what’s the bad news?

The bad news is Helspont’s on

his way there in a hovership,

and he’s got a nuclear warhead

with your names on it.

(Helspont laughing)

VOODOO: Helspont’s on his

way!

SPARTAN: We’ve got to get

topside fast!

Couldn’t have waited 30

seconds.

(Beeping)

PIKE: Lord Helspont!

The alarms are sounding at Fort

Knox.

HELSPONT: The WildC.A.T.s

have detected my approach, but

this should slow them down.

(Laughing)

♪

MAUL: What the--?

SPARTAN: Move it, people!

WARBLADE: Heads up!

Power surge, majorly!

GRIFTER: It’s got to be

Helspont!

Doors fused shut.

Stand back.

♪

MAUL: Oh, yeah!

WARBLADE: Door’s open!

ZEALOT: Let’s go!

Put that down!

GRIFTER: Oh, man.

(Helspont sighing)

HELSPONT: In less than one

minute, the WildC.A.T.s will

cease to be an obstacle.

PIKE: There they are!

(Alarm blaring)

SPARTAN: We have to crack

that tin can.

One pair of can openers

coming up.

(Shouting)

(Shouting)

ZEALOT: Daemonite scum!

HELSPONT: Coda witch!

You’ll pay for that.

(Beeping)

Now!

(Shouting)

We have 10 seconds, Pike.

Get us out of here.

♪

(Beeping)

Fair catch.

There.

One more for the scrapheap.

No time to pat our own backs,

C.A.T.s, Helspont’s got a second

warhead, and he’s on his way to

blast out that orb.

MAN: Troika, move out!

HELSPONT: Attention, Drones,

activate the warhead and set

the autopilot.

I want that island vaporized!

(Yelling)

WARBLADE: Yeah, let’s rock

and roll!

GRIFTER: Let’s make toast!

DRONE: Damage.

(Shouting)

JACOB: They’re gonna need air

support, Void.

Any warplanes in the area?

There is one, but you will

not like it.

ARCHER: Jacob, really,

another emergency?

This is getting to be a habit

with you.

JACOB: Listen to me, Archer,

this is no joke!

Ah, but you are, my frantic

fellow.

Whatever you want, the answer

isno.

Goodbye.

Archer!

I’ve had enough of that guy!

Board, sell our Archer Armament

holdings, and sell ’em cheap.

Do it!

STOCK BROKER: Jacob Marlowe’s

unloading all his Archer stock.

Archer Armament must be in

trouble!

Sell Archer stock, sell it!

Hurry!

Archer stock is down by half!

JACOB: Wait for it.

It’s down two-thirds!

Still dropping!

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Now!

Buy it!

Buy it all!

PILOT: This is Archer One.

JACOB: Archer One, this is

Jacob Marlowe.

I just acquired a controlling

interest in Archer Armament.

You are now working for me.

Uh--

And I just doubled your

salary.

Yes, sir!

What are your orders, sir?

ARCHER: Marlowe!

WARBLADE: Hurry home, Troika,

and tell Helspont the

WildC.A.T.s sent ya!

Never mind them.

Look!

GRIFTER: Stand back and watch

me work.

(Beeping)

Here she comes.

SPARTAN: No time to disarm

it.

Maul, listen up.

Got ya, boss.

And now for the long toss!

(Beeping)

(Cheering)

(Helspont groaning)

HELSPONT: It is not over yet,

WildC.A.T.s.

Some day, that orb and the

galaxy will be mine.

This I swear.

ARCHER: My company.

My plane.

My job.

I’ll get you for this Marlowe!

(Sobbing)

♪

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