-♪ 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, HO!
[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.
[closing theme music playing]