01x30 - Thunder Road

[bunniefuu]

[opening theme music]

- Their planet exploded ♪

- [chorus] Thunder ThunderCats! ♪

- They crashed on Third Earth ♪

- Thunder, thunder crash! ♪

- Gotta beat up some bad guys ♪

- Mummies, mutants ♪

- And make some new friends ♪

- Unicorns, robots ♪

Built a big base with a cat-shaped face

and now they're ready to go! ♪

There's WilyKit, WilyKat Tygra, ♪

Panthro, Cheetara Snarf, Lion-O! ♪

[chorus] He's a brand-new Lord

with a magic sword! ♪

It's thunder Thunder, thunder

ThunderCats Roar! ♪

[gurgling]

Look out everyone.

If Lion-O rolls

a four or higher,

he wins board game night!

[spits]

I got a three!

Three, two, one, zero.

- That's four! I win!

- [all cheering]

- [overlapping chatter]

- No, that's not Ugh, fine.

[all chanting] He got four!

He got four!

[ringing]

Hey! Are you guys

the ThunderCats?

Uh yes?

Well, next time

your planet explodes,

try filling out a change

of address form!

I've been trying to deliver a

package to Thundera for weeks!

Says something here about a

[reading] "Sword of Omens?"

- [all gasp]

- [spits]

There's another Sword of Omens?

Actually, it's 50

Sword of Omens.

Fifty Sword of Omens? Hmm.

That's three,

zero, eight Whoa!

We'll be unstoppable

with all those Swords of Omens!

Wait. Is it "Sword of Omenses"?

No. "Sw Swords of Omen?"

It's a metric

butt-ton of swords!

- Where do you want 'em?

- Deliver them

to Castle Plun-Darr!

Slithe? Are you spying

on our conversation?

Don't listen to him.

Send them to the ThunderCats.

I'm a ThunderCat,

send them to me!

How many people

are on this call?

Hello? Jimmy Spigatoli?

This is your grandmother

Ooh! Wrong number.

Look, you ThunderCats

all gotta decide

which one of you

wants the swords, okay?

Just deliver them

to the building shaped like

a giant cat!

What is wrong with you?

All right, smart guy!

How about I dump the package

in this canyon,

and you could come get it?

Good luck, losers!

I always wanted

to visit that canyon.

It does look very nice.

Um, we should probably

get those

[speaks frantically] We gotta

get those swords!

- [rings]

- Hello, I'd like to order

a large pizza.

Oh, wrong again.

Let's roll.

[groaning]

- Come on, mutants! Move it!

- Uh, okay.

- Yeah, I'm comin'.

- Oh, wait for me!

[cackles wickedly]

Here we go.

The second quickest way

to the bottom of the canyon

is No Man's Road.

What's the quickest way?

Falling straight down and

exploding into a ball of fire.

No Man's Road it is!

What's everyone gonna do

with their swords?

I'm gonna tie

a bunch of them together

- and make one huge sword!

- Your sword already does that.

- Darn right it does!

- Hey, Thunder-dorks!

I hope you're not makin' plans

for those swords!

'Cause you're never gonna

get 'em!

- [all screaming]

- Watch where you're going, Thunder [screams]

Look what you did, mutant!

They oughta take away

your license

after you get to be

a thousand years old.

- [all] Oh!

- Ha! You're old!

Hey, you don't get to say that,

- only he gets to say that!

- [all scream]

[male announcer reading]

[inaudible]

[all grunting, groaning]

Those 50 Swords of Omenses

belong to us!

They belong to whoever gets

to the bottom first.

[both] Oh!

Say, Hurrick, sounds like

everyone wants those swords.

Why, if we had 'em,

we could sell 'em,

and bring prosperity

to our whole village!

But, Bundun, us Bolkins,

have never been sword thieves.

Then again, times are hard

Let's go look at them.

After all,

a little arms dealing

never hurt anyone!

- [Slithe] Those swords are ours!

- [Monkian] Give us

- those swords!

- [Jackalman] Give up! We're gonna get 'em!

Ah! Those sweet little Bolkins

are headed for the swords!

- [shouting] To our respective vehicles!

- [all scream]

[both gasping] Oh!

- Come on, Panthro! Ram somebody!

- You got it!

Ah! [grunts]

- Now ram them!

- Gladly.

[all screaming]

[cackles wickedly]

[all coughing]

Rollin' coal, baby [laughs]

[coughing]

[tires screeching]

[both together] Oh!

Super safe and easy.

[tires screeching]

Come on! Get off!

[screams]

- Ah. That's better.

- Look out!

[all screaming]

[all continue screaming]

[all groan]

Well, at least we're not stuck

to the mutants anymore.

I'll check on the treads.

Wow, you can see

a lot from up here.

You know, it's easy to forget

to slow down once in a while,

and smell the roses.

Oh, well. That's life, I guess.

- [horn tooting]

- I'm coming, I'm coming.

[both scream]

Think of all the good we'll do

for our village

once we get those swords!

Let's not get ahead

of ourselves.

I don't think

we're ahead of anyone.

We have to go back for Tygra!

No, Cheetara,

we've gotta get those Swords.

We'll do it in memory

of Tygra and Snarf!

- Snarf is still here.

- [purring]

Oh. See? [chuckles]

It's not so bad.

[all scream]

[Vultureman laughs]

[screaming]

Wow, there's so much

leg room in here.

Aren't you supposed to be

attacking me or something?

Ooh! Are these heated seats?

Yeah. I know it's supposed

to be vintage,

but I added some stuff.

A modern twist

on a classic design. I love it!

Oh, thank you. [laughs]

You know, we don't have to

actually fight

until we get to the Swords.

I was thinking the same thing!

Why not enjoy the

[both gasp, scream]

[all screaming]

Huh. That worked out even.

We don't have any front wheels!

Looks like we have to use

the spares.

Oh, ooh!

[Monkian] Steady

- Oh, look out!

- [all scream]

- Ugh, huh?

- [both giggle]

[both scream, grunt]

Have a taste of my

Electro-Hydraulic

Heat-Seeking-GammaBlaster!

Try a Megaton-X-Ray-Atomic

Molten-Rocket-Launcher!

Just wait until we mutants

get those Swordses of Omenses.

They'll be more powerful

than all our gadgets

put together!

When we get the Swords,

we won't even need gadgets!

Well, then I guess, you and I,

will be out of a job.

Uh Yeah.

- We gotta destroy those Swords!

- Agreed. But how?

We don't have a vehicle.

All we have are two halves,

and our building skills.

[despondently] Our useless,

useless, building skills!

Hmm. That's it!

[both] Building skills!

Look out! We're entering

a Sponge Fog!

[all grunting]

Try hitting them this time!

Come on, Monkian.

You can do this.

- [all gasp]

- Ahh!

[all groaning]

Do you ever look at the scenery

we have here on Third Earth?

I mean, really look at it?

- Not often enough, I tell you.

- [camera shutter clicks]

- Hey!

- Gotcha!

Ugh, don't. I look terrible.

Oh, stop. You do not.

Does my face

look like a raisin?

Come on, Monkian,

don't mess up again.

- Let me try!

- Hit them with something

that won't come back!

How about

the Electric Boomerang?

No, that's exactly the wrong

- [all scream]

- Ooh, that was close.

Don't worry,

I'll get it! [screams]

[all screaming]

[Zombie Berbil] Wait!

Come back, new friend!

Now who will we un-build?

We made it!

The Swords of Omens

belong to us!

- [all cheering]

- Back off. They're mine!

Oh, no, they're not.

Hey, those swords are ours.

[all scream]

[spitting] Wha Oh!

[male announcer] The Swords!

Look, Snarf! The swords!

ThunderCats! Swords, h*!

[laughs wickedly]

Gimme, gimme, gimme.

- [groans]

- [both grunt]

[both screaming]

[both groaning]

[both] Tygra,

you're on our side!

Oh, uh, it must have been

mind control!

Yeah, that's it. Mind control.

Ah! How does this

keep happening?

Curse that Mumm-Ra and his surprisingly

supple skin. [chuckles nervously]

- [groans]

- [both laugh]

Ha-ha.

- [Mumm-Ra laughs]

- [all screaming]

[screaming continues]

[both] We did it! Hooray!

This will really

help our village!

Ugh, come on! Did we just

lose to those guys?

Well, at least they're gonna do

something good with them!

But why should we help

anyone else when we could

[continues aggressively]

rule all of Third Earth?

[both laugh wickedly]

- Uh

- Wait a minute.

[both together] Thunder!

Thunder! Thunder!

Hey, why isn't

anything happening?

And where are all of our

bulbous muscles?

And our robot cat butler?

Oh, right! The Sword of Omens

is useless

without the Eye of Thundera.

Yup. And I've got the only one

in existence. [kisses]

These are just plastic swords!

[chuckles] Isn't that funny?

- [all] No!

- [metal thudding]

[laughs boisterously] It works!

- Now, Vultureman, do it.

- Okay.

[screaming]

Ahhh, we did it!

- Yes, nice job!

- [both laugh]

Guess you still need

our inventions after all!

- [all gasp]

- [laughing]

[stops abruptly] What?

[male announcer] It's over.