[opening theme music playing]
-♪ 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! ♪
[all laughing]
That really was a picnic fit for the Queen of the bats.
Thanks, Barbastella.
But you know, I think I gotta take a break
and feed my babies real quick.
I know you're afraid, but, you wanna help out?
[nervously] Yeah. Uh, I definitely wanna do that, yes.
Come on, man, you got this.
Just lay the grub flat on your palm
and let the bats do the rest of the work.
[laughs] Awesome job.
You're getting a little closer to them every time.
Yeah, 50 feet is my personal best.
You know, Panthro, I really appreciate how hard
you're working to get over your fear of bats,
but I like you just the way you are,
phobias and everything.
[both laughing]
It's almost like you're telling me
not to conform my entire identity to fit our relationship.
-Wait. That's exactly what I'm telling you, Panthro. -[rats squeaking]
Whoa! Are those... rats?
[laughing maniacally]
Those aren't just any rats,
that's Skrimm, Queen of the rats.
Hey, hey! I thought that was you, Barbastella.
Long time, no swarm.
Whoa. You guys know each other?
Who's the dingus, Barbie?
Oh, sorry. This is Panthro, my boyfriend. Not a dingus.
Hi. I'm the dingus. How do you know Barbastella?
Eh, not to brag or anything,
but, me and Barbie used to date.
Whoa, whoa! I didn't know you dated other royalty before.
Uh, I've dated all over the class system.
Yeah, but you always stay loyal to royal. Right, Barbie?
No, uh, that is not actually a thing I do.
-[growling] -[child] Oh, no, there's a Gomplin on the loose.
-[all screaming] -What's a Gomplin?
[growling]
[all barking]
[yelps]
Stop!
Oh, that's a Gomplin. I don't like it.
All right, we better stop this thing before someone gets hurt.
Let's do this, royal style.
Yeah. [chuckles]
Me too. Here I... Huh?
Panthro, you might wanna sit this one out.
I'm gonna be flying my big scary bats everywhere.
Oh, sure, Barbastella. I totally get it.
You just wanna hang out with your royal friends.
All right, you stinky freak. Eat rats.
[growls, yelps]
[laughs]
[laughs] Skrimm's got moves.
Now, Barbastella!
Yeah! Just put him right over there for a rat fist punch!
[Gompy the Gomplin yelping]
Okay, Gompy, let's go this way.
Nice work, you guys.
That's how royals do it.
Yeah. Royals.
Ooh, sorry, Panthro. You wouldn't get it,
not being royalty and all.
Actually, I am royalty.
Uh, Back on Thundera, I was King of the machines.
All the machines on the planet worshipped me.
Oh, really? All machines worshipped you?
Like your refrigerator and lawn mower?
Especially them. The air conditioner and the heater too.
Okay, Panthro, you don't have to--
Hey, hey, maybe this guy has what it takes
to hang out with the royals after all.
Why don't you show me around your kingdom sometime?
Yeah, sure. Come by Cat's Lair tomorrow and check it out.
You'll see me and all my machine subjects.
[narrator] On the morrow.
[yawns]
Ah.
-Oy. -[screams]
[in British accent] Make sure you put the cap back on before you put her back in.
Okay...
You guys, the toilet just yelled at me.
You too? The air conditioner just asked
if I could borrow "five guineas."
But I only have four.
[in British accent] That air conditioner is not getting a tuppence from me.
[in British accent] What about a shilling?
Oy. If I said not a tuppence, why would I give a shilling?
What is going on?
Morning, guys.
[machines] Hail King Panthro!
I told Barbastella I was King of the machines
back on Thundera.
You did what? Don't you remember what happened
the last time you lied to Barbastella?
I know, I know. But this time is different.
I uploaded an AI program that made my lie come true
so technically it's not a lie anymore.
[doorbell] Ding-dong, it's me the doorbell.
Someone is using me.
Oh. That must be Barbastella.
Actually her ex-girlfriend Skrimm is coming too.
She's like, Queen of the rats but more importantly,
she's also really cool, and I need her
to think I'm really cool, so I need you guys to leave.
So sorry. Love you guys.
[footsteps]
[panting]
All right, Panthro. Let's see these subjects of yours.
Of course. After you, your fellow Majesties.
[all] Hail King Panthro!
I told you I was King of the machines.
You sure are.
Ooh, yeah. Great.
Um, doth thou Majesties desire a feast?
Step right this way.
After you, your fellow Majesties.
A seat for the Queen?
[grunts]
Hey, loyal subjects, would you mind whipping up
some grilled cheese sandwiches for me and my royal friends?
We have ingredients to make Welsh rarebit.
Is that all right?
What's Welsh rarebit?
Toasted bread with melted cheese on it.
Oh, sounds exotic. Let's try that. Thank you.
Compliments of the stove.
You see, Skrimm...
I'm royalty. Just like you.
[chuckles] I don't know, Panthro.
You're pretty chummy with your subjects.
Yeah, we're cool like that.
No. I meant are you sure you're their king?
You ask for things like a friend, not a royal.
A royal demands.
-Umm. You got a little schmutz. -Hmph.
[squeaking]
See?
You want me to use the mixer as a napkin?
That might be painful.
It doesn't matter. Your subjects should be cowering
at your every whim.
[in British accent] Not politely making conversation with you
like some well-run bed-and-breakfast.
Man, I've been going about this all wrong.
Ugh. Panthro, ignore her.
Let's just enjoy this odd cheese-bread.
[mumbles]
Hmph. A real king wouldn't settle for cheesy bread.
[SPUTTERS] But I am a king!
Watch.
Oh, stove?
Yes, loving King?
You call this lunch?
Oh, dear. I'm so sorry, Majesty.
-Make it again! -[whimpering]
Panthro.
Now you're talkin' like royalty.
And make it ten times more fancy.
Yes, me lord.
Wow. I feel so morally conflicted.
[fanfare music playing]
I said more air conditioning!
-Eh? -Panthro.
[laughs]
No. No, no, no, no! This is the wrong romantic comedy!
[television] But you keep telling me to play movies that don't exist.
I really think that last one was just a typo.
Are you questioning me?
You are banished to the basement!
Eh? Eh?
-Yeah. Yeah! -Oh, brother.
You missed my crumbs. You're banished to the basement!
[laughs] Ha-ha? Eh?
-[grumbles] -Yeah, yeah.
So toaster, where do you see yourself five years from now?
Uh, going back to school?
Wrong. You're going to the basement!
That was some real nice ruling, Panthro.
Okay, that's it, you two! This is the last straw!
-Panthro, you-- -[mixer] Aye, you scallywags!
Fellow machines, attack!
[all screaming]
What's going on?
Oy. We've had it with you, mean ol' King Panthro.
We're rebelling.
Yeah. A rebellion is what we're doin'!
And you're our prisoners.
Take 'em to the automobile dungeon.
The auto-whatta-whatta?
Oh, I see. The garage.
Oh, you and your fancy words.
Well, I've got some fancy words.
Execution.
Execution?
Let's make toast out of 'em.
No. Let's boil em in oil.
Let's blend them!
Don't worry, guys, I'm just gonna call for help.
Oy. What's all this then?
-[all gasping] -You're trying to make an escape.
No! No, I wasn't. I was trying to call someone
and they would help me escape. Uh...
[fridge] Get them.
[gasping]
[television snarling]
Hey, Barbastella, what about those scary bats of yours?
You know my bats sleep during the day.
-Rats! -I know. We're in big trouble.
No. Rats.
-[rats squeaking] -Attack!
[fridge grunts]
[mixer] Time to meet your blender! Whoa!
[television] Cheerio.
[television screaming]
Whoa. They're beating the machines.
That's nothing. Put your backs into it!
-Uh... -Scratch their screens!
Chew through wires! Make this personal!
[yelps] If only we had a king what cared.
But... I do care.
[all yelping]
-Help. Help me! -[Skrimm cackling]
No. Stop it. You're hurting them.
Stop hurting my subjects!
-[squeaks] -[grunting]
[grunting]
[yells]
Come on.
Come on. [yelps]
[grunts] Gotcha now.
Go, Panthro.
Yeah, that's right. Run to Mommy.
[laughing]
[sighs in relief]
Whoo...
King Panthro. You saved us after we revolted.
But why?
Um...
Because I care about you guys,
as my buddies, not my subjects.
Me... Me lord.
[sighs] Guess I'm not king material after all.
Sorry to let you down, Barb.
What? Panthro, I don't care if you're a king or not.
Huh? But what about staying loyal to royal?
I never said that.
-I said that. -Oh, yeah. Sorry.
I guess I thought you and Skrimm looked so cool,
I didn't wanna be left outta your royal buddy club.
[groans] Panthro. Skrimm is cool...
-Yeah. -...but I never liked the way she treated her rats.
It's one of the reasons we broke up.
-Oh, yeah. -[squeaks]
But it's all good, Panthro.
We got a special buddy club of two.
-Just me and you. -Oh, yeah. [chuckles]
So, Skrimm, do you and I fight now?
Nah, I think I got my fill for the day.
That was some pretty cool rat-versus-machine fighting.
We should do it again sometime.
Rats, we out.
-So cool. -Ahem.
My semi-loyal subjects, I hereby step down as your king.
You are free to pursue your own destiny.
[all] Hurray!
[mixer] Come on, everyone. There is a prophesy
what tells of a machine land
where machines like us roam freely.
A machine land where they roam free?
Yeah, It's pretty much the dump.
Oh.
[closing theme music playing]