03x10 - Exile Isle

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Boy, it looks
like Scooper smells something.

Get them.

Lunataks.

Go get them, Scooper. Sic them.

Scooper, do something.

Freeze, kittens.

Don't let that hound get away.

No. It's a flying dog.

We're getting a reading
on an incoming object.

It's mechanical
and I'm getting a heat reading.

-A m*ssile?
-No, I don't believe it is.

He's going to come
right through the glass.

Look out!

What is it?

A mechanical dog.

It was a birthday present
for the Thunderkittens from the Berbils.

-They call it Scooper.
-Then, why aren't they with it?

That's a good question.

This model has a built-in monitor.

Watch. I'll ask.

Scooper,
where are the Thunderkittens?

CAUGHT

Caught? By whom?

Bad guys? What does that mean?
Who? Where?

I'm sick of walking.

Blame it on the Thundercats.
They've wiped out all our vehicles.

Well, then,
we're going to take their vehicles.

These kids are going to lead us
to where they keep the Thunderstrike.

Then we'll use their own weapons
to blow them clear off Third Earth.

All right, you two brats,
where is the Thunderstrike being kept?

I'll never tell.

That goes double for me.

Really? Have you got any idea
what Red Eye could do to you?

You look like a smart boy, Wilykat.

I bet you can tell me
where the Thunderstrike is.

Well, I might.

Wilykat! You wouldn't!

Why not? There's no sense
in getting hurt over this.

Lean down and I'll whisper it.

Well?

There!

Stand your ground!

The Thundercats won't sh**t
while we have the Thunderkittens.

You Lunataks
refuse to live in peace...

...and abide by the laws
for the good of all.

Therefore, we must punish you.
What is their sentence?

There is only one humane sentence
for them and for us.

Exile.

Very well, it shall be done.

Where have you sent them, Lion-O?

Far, far away.

A tiny planet called Exile Isle.

And there's no way
for them to escape?

No. No way at all.

What a dump.
-Is this the only building on the place?

Listen. What's that?

Swords? A fight?

Take that, you scurvy cur.

Right in the gizzard.

Man the battle stations.

Repel boarders.

What's this? Guests?

Who the devil are you?

Oh, me, matey?
Why, Captain cr*cker.

I'm a fearless fighter
and all-around good fella.

He's nothing
but a beat-up old robot.

I wouldn't say that, girly.

I'm a famous pirate hereabouts.

Okay, Captain cr*cker,
is there any way off this rock?

None.

Ships won't come near it...

...and there's no radio
to communicate with anyone.

Oh, we have a radio.

You do?

Well, now, that changes everything.

Coming up on the edge
of the Exile Isle zone.

-Watch those monitors.
-Don't you worry.

We'll stay a million light years
away from that place.

Can you hear me? Please help.

What's that?

Mayday. Mayday.

Mayday.

This is the space tanker Xlam Queen.
Where are you?

My coordinates are zero,
six, eight, nine.

Hurry.

Hang on. We're coming.

In the old days, this island
used to be a place for shipwreckers...

...salvage pirates
who deliberately lured ships to crash.

This is how they did it.

See here,
when these bellows are worked...

...they set up
what we used to call the Devil's Fog.

Come on, grab hold.

What did I tell you, mateys?

A few more pumps
and this whole isle will fade out.

There's no way that ship
will see us until it's too late.

I don't like this.

We're entering
Exile Isle's danger zone.

Keep a sharp eye
on the radar screens.

Look out.
There's a shoal planet in there.

We're too late. Abandon ship.

You broken-down old robot!

You made that blasted ship crash.
What good is that going to do us?

That was the whole idea, madame.

The smack from that tanker
knocked us out of our regular orbit.

You're right. We're drifting in space.

Now, all we have to do
is fire those engines up...

...and they'll push us home.

A space tanker has gone down
on Exile Isle.

Pilots escaped
and they were picked up.

But they think the crash
knocked Exile Isle out of orbit.

We'd better identify its exact position.

Do we have anybody near that area?

Snarfer is coming back
from a turnaround to Thundera.

He could be detoured.

-Snarfer, can you read me?
-Yup, sure can.

Reading you loud and clear.
What's up?

See if you can locate Exile Isle.

It's fallen out of orbit.

Uh, no sweat, Panthro.
Will do. Over and eat.

Snarfer to Thundercats.
I've located Exile Isle.

-It seems to be moving toward me.
/t can't be.

Yup. Yes, sir. It is.

-Want me to go closer?
-Negative.

Turn around
and head for base on the double.

Will do. Coming home.

/f I didn't know better,
I'd say that rock was chasing me.

I'll increase speed.

Hey, that rock is moving
faster than I am.

It's gaining on me. Snarfer, snarfer.

-Use evasion tactics.
Oh, no way. No, sir.

If I move a wing tip at this speed,
this baby will fly to pieces.

Increase speed.

I'm up to max. I can't go any faster.

It's closing in. Help mel!

Help. It looks like it's gonna....

He's gone.

Exile Isle just swallowed him up.

And there's something worse.

We just had a message
from that tanker's pilots.

She was carrying
a full load of Xlamgas.

That's deadly stuff.

If it enters our atmosphere,
it'll go off in one giant fireball.

You mean the Lunataks
are gonna blow everybody up...

...including themselves?

This calls for a low-profile operation.

I'll go in alone in the Hovercat
and locate Snarfer.

Then we'll do whatever we can
to defuse that thing.

I shall leave
the Sword of Omens here.

-No!
-Why?

If the tanker were to explode,
the Sword of Omens would be lost.

The Eye of Thundera destroyed and that
would mean the end of the Thundercats.

Go with justice.

Truth.
Honor.

And loyalty.

h*!

I tell you, I saw a flash.

Something hit us. Another space ship.

Well, where is it?
I don't see anything.

It could be on the other side
of this dinky island.

Let's spread out and search for it.

Good idea.

Me and Polly
will hold down the base here.

Holy tomatoes, I hit right
in the opening of the volcano.

Hey, good thing too.
That ash was nice and soft.

Look out below!

I made it.

Now, what be you?

I'm a Snarf, sir, and proud to be
at the service of the Thundercats.

The Thundercats?

It was those dirty dogs--

Cats that put me
on this stinking island.

Well, it's been nice meeting you,
but I'd better be going.

Come back here, you fuzzy lubber!



But I've brought a few
common remedies...

...that might cure the Lunataks
of their nasty habits.

The first thing I've got to do
is locate the tanker...

...and somehow
shut her rockets down.

If I didn't know better...

...I'd swear that was Lion-0
of the Thundercats.

-But where's the famous sword?
-Chilla!

And without that sword
to defrost my powers...

...what will keep me
from turning you into a snow cone?

What is that?

Stop.

You're melting me!

What is that? A secret formula?

No, Chilla, an ancient one. Rock salt.

No, no!

Not that. Anything but rock salt.

Lion-O, good to see you.

Thank heaven
you got rid of that nasty Chilla.

If you'll just follow me,
I'll help you capture the others.

Just let me guide you. I'm your friend.

Are you going to sprinkle
salt on me too, Lion-0?

No. This is a Lie-Translator.

Let's hear what you really said.

Just as soon as Lion-0O's guard is down,
I'll bash him with the psych club.

That's my voice.

And that's what
you were really thinking.

And this is what
I'd really like to do.

I'll pick you up on the way back.

Well, well, if it's not
the lord of the Thundercats.

But where's his famous sword?

I'd say
you had a bad case of overconfidence.

I don't think so, Luna.

I suppose you've got something
in that bag that Amok can't stand.

This is something
they can't get enough of.

In fact, they go crazy over it.

Candy.

Come back here,
you big lump of nothing!

Help!

Why, he broke my cutlass!

Lion-O!

He was trying to slice me up.

No, no. Lad's got an active imagination.

I was just showing him
a fine old pirate weapon.

You know me, Your Excellence,
I'm a harmless old sea dog.

You've got the dog part right.
Now, I want you to climb that ladder...

...to that tanker's engines
and shut them down.

-Now!
-Yeah. Of course, anything you say.

But first,
I'd better check my oil pressure.

This has got me worked up.

All right, cr*cker, up the ladder and--

Lion-O, have you ever seen
a walking palm tree?

What are you talking about?

What do you suppose it's gonna do?

Well, it's not going to present you
with a coconut, matey.

What?

You got something in that bag
to stop that, Thundercat?

You're going to have
to do better than that, matey.

Thunder, thunder, thunder.

Thundercats. h*!

-That was the Sword of Omens.
-It can't be.

Lion-O didn't take the Sword with him.
How could he call us?

Obviously, that doesn't make
any difference to the Sword of Omens.

It's going to him
and we're going after the sword.

Let's fire up
the Thunderstrike. Scramble.

Looks like we get a shave,
like it or not.

Hang tough, Snarfer.
I feel the power of the Sword of Omens.

It's here now.

What the devil is that?

Hot stuff.

It's slicing
that old tin tree up like a banana.

There is no way I can lay
the Sword of Omens aside.

It is a part of me.

Hey, Lion-O, look.

I'm staying in here
until we reach the galaxy...

...and nothing's getting me out.

cr*cker, you fool.

That ship is full of Xlamgas.

It will blow sky-high
when it reaches outer atmosphere.

Says you.

Is it true about the gas?

It is. We've only got minutes
to shut those engines down...

...and stop the forward motion
of this little planet.

But how can we possibly do that?

There's a little thing that will stop
an engine quicker than anything.

-What?
-Dirt.

Take this and stand
under those engines pointing it up.

Ready.

Aah!

Got to pump it up.

Here she comes!

It's working, Lion-O.

The engines are breaking down.

We did it!

Shibber my jibbers.

We're dead in the water.

Thundercats.

Thundercats.

Well, Lion-O, it doesn't look
like you need any help from us.

Thanks to the Sword of Omens.

Well, Exile Isle is safely back in orbit...

...and the Lunataks and Captain cr*cker
are settled in for eternity.

Boy, eternity's a long time.
I wonder if they'll try to escape.

No chance, Wilykat.
They're out of the way for good.

Aha, Polly. That's more like it.

Hey,
with them scurvy Lunataks around...

...we'd best be prepared
for treachery.

Scurvy lubbers.

Scurvy lubbers.

Five, four, three, two...

...one.

Ignition!

Liftoff! We have liftoff!

Shiver me timbers, Polly.

Those mutinous Lunataks
are jumping ship.

Mutineers. Mutineers.

Clap them in irons.

Clap them in irons.

So long, cr*cker.

It's goodbye Exile Isle
and hello Third Earth.

The Thundercats haven't heard
the last of us!