Hello?
Is there anyone out here?
Where am I?
I-I don't know where I am or who I am.
-You are an outsider. -
Who's there?
Who are you talking to?
How can you talk?
Well, the tigers of my tribe are simply wiser than most.
Wh-where are your claws?
Hmm?
Rest assured, I can still hunt,
no matter what anyone says.
I was going to eat the navit I had been tracking.
And I still will!
But for now, let's get you back to your tribe.
From where do you hail?
All I can remember is my name.
My name is Adam.
And I want to go home.
Your home will be with me until we find the tribe you truly belong to.
Come on, then.
Whoa!
Whoa. Whoa!
You're going to have to learn to hold on.
I still wish we could have parked the Wind Raider a little closer.
Oh, yeah.
"Sorry we showed up in the transport that tried to burn down the village.
Prince Adam didn't want to waste his precious energy."
Besides, you want to deny Cringer the chance to play with his new claws?
Wouldn't dream of it.
And I'm glad we have some time to check back in with the tribe
while Teela finally figures out where Keldor's hiding.
What's wrong? Smell something?
I suppose this part of the jungle just brings back some bad memories.
Let the hunt begin.
I have the Power!
Where are you, Keldor?
Fascinat--
Orko, I'm trying to concentrate.
Ooh, pardon me, Teela.
I forget lesser magicians are easily distracted.
By all means, please continue.
That's it.
I've almost got you.
Oh, I see!
You're using the Havoc energy stored in the fibia to--
Trouble concentrating?
Allow me to perform an ancient Trollan meditation chant
guaranteed to develop focus.
Okay, where did I put it?
-Hey. -Ow.
I thought you said you fixed him.
Oh, Orko found his way over to you, huh?
What fantastic magic!
Uh, Orko, p-please, be careful.
Those sky sleds are pretty delicately configured, so--
That simply won't do.
I have just the levitation spell to firm things up a bit.
Let me just make a few wizardly adjustments.
There we go.
It's a handy-dandy redecorating spell too.
Oh, I got it. I got it. Uh, stand aside for magic.
Okay, look, I tried removing the Trollan Data Cog,
but I can't do it without permanently deactivating him.
-And, I don't know, that just feels-- -Cruel?
Like I feel every time I explain he's not actually a Trollan wizard?
Make way, Trollan wizard coming through!
Not that he listens.
Well, he thinks he's Trollan, right?
Why don't we just take him to Trolla?
Yeah, but isn't that even more cruel?
-Whoa!
Um...
Road trip.
Yeah!
That stretch of jungle was our best time yet.
I mean, I still won.
What? I was way ahead of you over that ravine.
And still couldn't beat me. Ha!
Quarry will soon know what it is to lose.
Poacher bots shouldn't be this close to tribal land.
Quarry states the obvious.
How's about we just end the battle before it really starts?
By the Power of--agh!
I'm trying to do a thing!
Be right back.
That sword is too important to lose!
And we aren't?
You can totally handle a few bots!
Go help Adam.
I can handle these Beastopoid brutes on my own.
You know, my whole purpose in life is not just to follow you around.
I never said it was.
No, you just expect it.
Here I am again leaving a member of the tribe unprotected
to help you chase your destiny.
Don't be jealous just because I have a destiny.
Wow.
I didn't mean that.
Look, I don't want to fight, Krass.
Yeah? Well, maybe I do.
Maybe that's my destiny or whatever.
Shh.
Are you shushing me now too?
Why didn't any bots follow us down here?
They were programmed by Beastopoids. What do you expect?
Let's just get the sword and get back to Cringer.
This Beastopoid might be smarter than the rest.
Or not.
It's been a long time since R'Qazz spoke with humans.
Sometimes he forgets himself.
Oh, that's not creepy at all.
With you out of the way,
R'Qazz can finish what he started with your feline friend.
--Stay away from Cringer!
Don't worry, Cringer and R'Qazz are old friends.
Are those Cringer's claws?
The price to be paid for refusing to fight in R'Qazz's pit.
Perhaps R'Qazz will finish what he started with your shiny instead.
Leave Cringer alone!
We gotta get out of here.
Better check on the cubs.
Prowler, is that you?
Katura?
Bash?
What did he do to you?
Tear him to shreds!
Why have you brought me here?
We wanted to escort you back to your people.
This is apparently the last place they were seen.
Welcome to Trolla.
Or back to Trolla, I guess.
There's your statue.
Mm, and I'm sure everything else is... nearby?
That is atrocious.
It looks almost nothing like me.
Well, I'm glad to see I'm not the only one
who thinks the sculptor hath defiled my great countenance.
We're too late.
This is a communication totem...
for any Trollans left behind.
Left behind? From where?
Another dimension.
Apparently the real--realer-- Orko the Great helped his people ascend.
Ah, clearly I then returned to help less enlightened individuals
follow the same path.
But that time has passed, for now I return to my people!
Hold on.
Pardon me, that was-- that was not supposed to happen.
Orko, uh, that isn't gonna work.
It--it has to work!
Because I am Orko the Great!
Ah!
What sorcery is this?
-Orko. -
That went well.
This...
...would be...
...much easier as...
...He-Man.
None of this would have happened if it weren't for that stupid sword.
Without that stupid sword, you wouldn't be Ram Ma'am,
and I think you kind of like being Rammy.
Don't say what I do and don't like.
I'm a complicated Stripe.
So is Cringer.
Why didn't he tell us that was how he lost his claws?
You can ask him when we save him.
Tiger Tribe together?
Hold on, Cringer.
Please be safe, cubs.
They can't hear you, Cringer.
But R'Qazz can.
Let my cubs go! They're not part of this!
R'Qazz's jungle, R'Qazz's rules.
I have new claws now.
You can't frighten me anymore.
I could in the pit.
It's why R'Qazz named you Cringer.
R'Qazz wonders why you kept it, though.
There's no shame in refusing to fight.
And I'd rather be called Cringer over Killer any day.
Ah, the friends you abandoned to escape feel differently.
Good.
You will give R'Qazz the fight he is owed.
Please, I don't want to fight them.
You don't have a choice.
There's always a choice!
Then R'Qazz chooses to fight the coward's cubs instead.
-You recognize these tigers? -Before my time with the tribe.
But that doesn't mean we all can't be friends, right?
You have the power to stop this, Cringer.
Ah, give me my thing.
Where are your claws?
I do have power.
The Power of Grayskull!
R'Qazz has a bad feeling about this.
I have the Power!
We can transform on our own?
Tiger Tribe together.
By the Power of Grayskull...
-...I have the Power!
-Get the runt. -
Just try it.
It's our turn to help. You get the weird guy.
We'll handle the tigers.
Please, don't hurt them.
Here, kitty, kitty.
Whoa!
I can handle myself.
Hurry up, Battle Cat.
You can't control me.
Can't blame R'Qazz for trying.
Let's wrap this up.
Anytime now, Battle Cat!
Agh!
Enough!
Blade Wheels!
Don't be the animals he wants you to be.
Be the beasts you choose to be.
Cringer, is that you?
I'm sorry this happened to you, my friends.
-You okay? -No.
I damaged all that remains of Trolla.
I can fix it.
Of course you can, with your real magic.
Unlike my... my...
Security bot tool suite?
But I'm not a security bot or a wizard.
I-I don't belong anywhere.
None of us do.
That's why we belong together.
I can help you learn to be a better wizard.
And I'll help you be a better machine.
Stay at Grayskull... with us.
Then with your help,
I will honor all that Orko the Great has left within me as just Ork-O.
Ork-Zero?
Ork-O.
Orko.
We can figure it out on the way.
Let's go home.
The castle's the other way!
The castle is the other way.
--They're back.
-Is it really you? -
So did you know you could become Battle Cat
without Adam leading the charge?
No.
I suppose in the moment, I felt the Power of Grayskull
flowing into me through my new claws.
The sword channels the power into your weapons, I guess.
-But a Master can use it whenever... -...or however...
-...he... -...or she...
...wants.
A lot's happened since we left.
There's no guarantee R'Qazz or any other poachers
won't keep coming.
Destiny or not, Adam, you are part of this tribe.
We should stay and protect the village.
I can't.
Keldor is still on the loose.
I'm He-Man now.
It's my duty to protect everyone, not just the jungle.
I see.
Come on, Cringer.
I told Adam I'd protect him until he was reunited with his family.
A promise is a promise.
Fine! Ram Ma'am will protect the village.
I don't need He-Man to transform anyway, right?
-Are you holding on? -Always.
My employer was impressed by your near victory over the children.
Skeletor wants to offer you a job,
one that will most assuredly give you an upper hand
the next time you face the brats.
Are you in or not?