[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! ♪
[Panthro] All right, everyone.
I'm about to activate
all of the Lair's most dangerous security protocols.
Is everyone inside?
All ThunderCats present and accounted for, Panthro!
Activating!
[humming]
[Tygra screaming]
Oh, wait. That's not Tygra.
That's that cactus that looks like Tygra.
-[all] Oh! -Why do we have that?
[panting] You thought the cactus was me again, didn't you?
We're sorry, pal.
We're just all on edge. It's Plundsmas Eve!
The mutant holiday of devastation and misery!
I know what Plundsmas is. You don't have to remind me.
No, we must all be reminded,
because every Plundsmas the mutants commit
their most foul atrocities against us!
And it always happens exactly five seconds from now!
That's right! ThunderCats, battle positions! Ho!
[clock ticking]
Where... Where are they?
I bet they're taking so long
because they're planning something extra heinous this year!
That must be it!
We can't just wait here.
We gotta take the fight to them!
ThunderCats! Preemptive strike. Ho!
Now everyone be careful.
Plundsmas decorations are said to be so ugly,
they can burn a ThunderCat's eyes.
Um, doesn't look any extra ugly to me.
I bet it's a trap! They want us to think they forgot about Plundsmas
so we just march right up to their door like a bunch of oafs!
Well, I'm going to march right up to their door and tell them
this oaf isn't falling for it!
[TV host] And welcome back to Looking at Slime.
Here's some slime. Oh, look! More slime--
Sorry, mutants,
it's not gonna be a merry Plundsmas this year!
Uh, are you guys just watching TV?
Yeah... Slithe said now that Plun-Darr is gone
there's no point in celebrating Plundsmas.
Huh... You don't want to beat me up even a little?
Well, I guess a little Plundsmas beating would be okay.
[mutants cackling]
Hey! You jerks better not be celebrating Plundsmas in here!
Uh, but, Slithe, he came to us! Don't you want to--
I don't want anything to do with Plundsmas.
Plundsmas is for dumb baby mutants.
Now everyone go back to lethargically watching TV!
[mutants] Yes, Slithe.
So, you really don't want to fight?
Hmph!
What happened?
They said they're not celebrating Plundsmas anymore now that Plun-Darr is gone.
Oh, my gosh! Really? This is so--
-Wrong! -Huh?
I know. The mutants are awful and all,
but they didn't deserve to have their home blown up.
Actually, they kinda did.
No one should be sad on Plundsmas.
We're always sad on Plundsmas.
We gotta cheer the mutants up!
Put 'em back in the Plundsmas spirit.
That's literally the worst thing we could do!
I know. Let's call the guy who knows all about holiday spirit.
He'll tell us what to do.
[ringing]
You've got a call, toy man.
Oh-ho! ThunderCats.
I've been so lonely here in jail.
That's great, Santa!
But what do you know about celebrating Plundsmas?
No one should celebrate that wicked holiday.
Especially not the Eight Horrors of Plundsmas!
-"Eight horrors," you say? -Yes.
Plundsmas begins when poisonous bugs rain from above,
and songs are sung that make you forget how to love.
Soon you'll see rainclouds rotting with mold,
and frightening ghosts that make blood run cold.
So deck your halls with decorations so vile,
and circle your home in ceremonial fire.
For soon you shall gather round the great Plundsmas tree...
and Kramp-Borg, the cyborg demon lord
of Plundsmas, will be coming for thee!
Whoa! Slow down, slow down! "Kramp-Borg coming for thee."
Why are you writing this down?
Oh, uh, we're gonna help a bunch of sad mutants
celebrate Plundsmas!
[Santa] No! You can't! That's madness!
[Mandora] All right, time's up, Kringle!
No, no, no! ThunderCats! Call my lawyer.
Bye, Santa.
All right, who's ready to make some Plundsmas nightmares come true?
[ThunderCats cheering]
Why are we doing this?
Aw, maybe Slithe is right.
Maybe Plundsmas is over forever.
Oh, my gosh! Is that...
-[mutants cheering] -Whoa! Look at all those bugs!
Do you think these bugs will be enough to cheer them up?
For sure! Barbastella said these are the grossest,
most poison-filled bugs in her castle.
[bug hissing]
Keep dumping.
You guys better not be celebrating Plundsmas out here!
But look, Slithe. It's raining poisonous bugs.
The first horror of Plundsmas!
[bug hissing]
Ha! If these were real poison Plundsmas bugs,
my eye would be ten times more swollen.
-Hmph! -[mutants] Aw!
It's not working. Better throw the really poisonous ones.
I'm on it. Really poisonous bugs, coming up!
[bug buzzing]
-Uh-oh. -[ThunderCats screaming]
[narrator reading]
There! Our beautiful Thunderian voices
could never properly sing a Plundsmas carol.
But the Berbils can now that I've modified their voice boxes.
Thank you, Panthro. We love our new voices.
Can I please just remind everyone
that we don't need to do this?
[Berbil] What's wrong, Tygra?
Don't you like our new voices?
Do our new voices scare you, Tygra?
-[Berbils] Tygra? Hey, Tygra! Tygra! -[Tygra whimpering]
Hmm.
P-L-U-N-D-S-M-A-S!
Look! I spelled--
Hmph!
Nothing. I spelled nothing.
-[Berbils singing] -Do you guys hear that?
♪ Merry Plundsmas, Plundsmas Choke on the horrors, horrors♪
The Berbils! They're singing your favorite Plundsmas carol, Slithe!
Gah!
♪ Choke on the horrors♪
[Wilykat] Hmm...
They don't look any jollier.
Well, don't give up hope yet.
We've still got six more horrors to go.
We'll either save Plundsmas or get savagely mangled trying.
♪ Merry Plundsmas!♪
I guess that's it.
No Plundsmas. [crying]
Look, look! The Star of Plun-Darr!
[mutants] Hooray!
♪ Merry Plundsmas Choke on the horrors♪
Stop being full of childlike wonder!
Here they come! You ready, Tygra?
Why do I have to do this?
Remember what Santa said, Tygra?
The final horror of Plundsmas is a visit from Kramp-Borg,
the cyborg Krampus.
I know. I mean why am I the one dressing up as Kramp-Borg?
You're the only one that fits perfectly in the costume I built.
Why did you build it that way?
Ugh. It smells like gas.
Ow! Ow! There are gears in here!
-They're catching my fur! Ow! -Okay. Good job.
[Tygra screaming]
Look! It's him. It's Kramp-Borg.
I can't wait to tell him how bad I've been all year.
[Tygra screaming] Aah! My face!
His screams are even more horrific than I remember.
What did I say?
[stammers] But, Slithe, Kramp-Borg is really here.
[Tygra continues screaming]
No, Kramp-Borg can't be here.
Kramp-Borg isn't real! Because if he was...
[voice breaking] Because if he was...
He never would have let Plun-Darr blow up!
[Slithe crying]
Phony!
Why didn't you save Plun-Darr?
You have all the powers of a cyborg and a demon,
and you did nothing! [crying]
[Tygra] Ow! Ow!
Stop it! Stop it!
I'm not really Kramp-Borg!
[mutants gasping]
Aw... I guess Slithe was right.
That wasn't the real Kramp-Borg.
It was just the ThunderCats playing a trick on us. [crying]
Hey! This was no trick.
We really wanted you to have a Plundsmas!
You did?
We sure did. And we've got the bruises to prove it.
-You do? -Yeah.
We got beat up real bad trying to cheer you up.
Real, real bad.
So, there really was a Plundsmas!
-Huh? -Don't you see?
The songs, the bugs, those are all nice.
But the true meaning of Plundsmas
is watching the ThunderCats suffer.
[ThunderCats coughing]
And they did! They suffered horribly!
We sure did.
Plundsmas came! I tried to stop it,
but it came all the same.
I guess even without Plun-Darr,
there can still be a Plundsmas.
[mutants] Aw!
We're such good people, you guys.
Uh... what's that?
Boo!
It's the real Kramp-Borg!
Mutants! You have rekindled the spirit of Plundsmas in your hearts!
For that, you are entitled to one Kramp-Borg wish!
[mutants gasping]
I think I know what we all want.
Yeah!
[mutants] Destroy the ThunderCats!
[mutants cackling]
Wait! We're the ThunderCats!
[ThunderCats grunting]
[Kramp-Borg growling]
♪ Merry Plundsmas Choke on the horrors♪
[Slithe] Ah, that's beautiful.
Merry Plundsmas, and to all a bad night. [cackling]
[closing theme music playing]