Everybody else has a nemesis.
Special attacks, too.
Pretty jewel in your helmet there.
Ever wonder where it came from?
Rammy, do the gold eyes thing!
I can't!
Why am I so different?
Answer me, Tapestry.
Krass?
Ahh! I wasn't talking to a tapestry.
That would be ridiculous.
Um, sure.
Team meeting?
Okay…
Huh, but how does it--
You said you were done with him.
I'm still working on it.
King Stratos, how nice of you to have started the meeting without us.
You're late, but I'll let you two slide this time.
I'm kidding.
Or am I?
Duncan, what did we miss?
I don't mind repeating it because it is so very cool.
- I scanned-- - This genius right here scanned--
is that the right word, scanned?
Uh… yes.
- Anyway, I scanned-- - My sigil piece.
Our sigil piece and discovered--
It's real hot with--wait for it-- moto-Havoc!
Duncan may have meant to say proto-Havoc.
I did say proto. Thank you, Cringer.
That isn't a word, but I'll let that slide.
- It's your first day on the job, too. - Let Dinky finish.
I'm gonna let you finish.
Proto-Havoc?
Your uncle's Havoc is more… refined, I guess.
This stuff is old, "creation of the universe"-type energy.
How did you find it?
Basically, I used the Wind Raider's instruments to scan
for other sources of the same proto-Havoc and found this.
So where is it?
The question is, where is it not?
Whoever has it is running in circles on a 2,000-mile circuit.
Has Trap-Jaw heard anything from Evil-Lyn since she was exiled?
Not a peep.
How does that make Trap-Jaw feel?
Let's just say he's enjoying the quiet.
Silence!
And try to keep up. The second sigil piece awaits.
You might be asking yourself
how I knew to check inside Randor's vault.
The bearded buffoon kept a diary,
a very thorough diary,
that detailed, amongst other inanities,
an archaeological dig some eight years ago
wherein the piece was uncovered
and locked beneath the palace for safekeeping.
Oops.
Why didn't either of you say I needed that?
Where is my vault?
I have the Power!
I saw ships, Orion, baah!
- The rutgers' eyes, so beautiful… - Psst, Ork-O!
Ahh, origami unicorn!
You done?
Pardon me, Teela,
but even the worst magicians need a good night's sleep.
Believe me, I'd rather be sleeping, too, but I have to go.
Go? Go where?
Evelyn was just spotted moving through one of the other refugee camps.
Oh, no, first Beast Man comes hunting for us, and now Evil-Lyn, too?
That's the thing. She wasn't down here for us.
Apparently, she was asking a few of their witches for help
with a tracking spell.
To track what, or whom?
They think she's going after one of the Sigil of Hiss pieces without Skeletor.
Mm-mm-mm, treachery in the ranks.
Is there no honor among thieves?
Clearly, you haven't spent enough time with thieves.
If Evelyn is out there on her own, I might have a chance of taking her down solo.
But aren't you supposed to be keeping King Randor safe?
- Why do you think I woke you up?
Do you feel safe?
- Origami unicorn! - What?
What in the name of Grayskull are you doing here?
Standing guard, Your Majesty.
Was there some kind of threat?
Who goes there?
Must be sleepwalking.
I'm not sure I can blame her.
Doh!
Detective Ork-O is on the case.
Yes, well, best of luck.
The piece is on a train?
The piece is on a train!
It would appear we aren't--
We aren't the only ones interested in finding it.
Looks like we've got a race here, boys.
- Bandits. - Setting speed to match.
You guys, hold them back.
- I'll stop the train. - Don't worry, I'll stop the train.
I'll stop the train!
No, I'll stop the train.
I'll stop the train.
By the Power of Grayskull…
I have the Power!
And what would we like to do about Skeletor?
Ugh, you have got to be kidding me.
Onward, minions!
Watch and learn, Stratos!
- Talkey, take the wheel! - Hmm.
Where exactly would you like me to take it?
What's happening?
It must be some kind of fail-safe.
He-Man, if the train slows down, it will explode!
Let it explode.
Skeletor can't use a piece of the sigil that doesn't exist anymore.
We don't know who or what else is inside that train.
Time for plan B. I'm going in!
Not if I get there first!
Take care of those fools!
Once I bleed this train dry, you boys will reap the spoils
of whatever cargo is inside.
Sweet energy!
She's trying to drain the engines!
I'm on it.
- Stratos out! - I'm on Stratos, I guess.
By the Power of Grayskull…
I'll handle Skeletor's goons!
Isn't there anything I should know about flying this vehicle?
Don't crash? By the Power of Grayskull!
You want to maybe do something about the beast flying that jet, Beast Man?
You're not bad. You guys work out?
Ahh!
I'm not letting you get that sigil piece, Skeletor!
We'll see about that, Wee-Man.
No violence in the collection.
Where's the fun in that?
No, wait!
Violence detected. Self-destruct mode initiated.
Ahh!
Long time, kid.
Not long enough.
This track's just one big circle!
Oh, everybody down!
At least something's going right.
So this entire train is the royal vault.
Your father was smart to send it away when I took Eternos.
Uh-uh-uh!
Smart enough to keep more than one chaperone on board, too.
We'll see about that.
No violence, right, Skeletor?
Of course, He-Man.
Though I can't see how playing nice is going to get us anywhere.
Spoken like a true villain.
Get back to me once you've had enough of your avian sidekick, kid.
Let me show you what a little common courtesy can do.
Pardon me, but where might we find the locker containing a piece
of the Sigil of Hiss?
Well, since you asked nicely…
I hate today.
Halt, you wretched robot!
- You're a robot, too. - I'm an Ork-O.
Abracadabra, abracadee!
What do you want with King Randor?
I don't have wants,
only a directive.
Extraction and distraction.
What happened?
Oh, no.
This is ridiculous.
Would you prefer to be exploded?
Honestly, yeah, I might.
Don't flatter yourself.
Why are you guys waltzing again?
It seemed a polite way to pass the time as we plod ahead in circles
until the throne is restored.
Twirl me, please.
Twirl me , please!
Too easy.
Ahh!
No!
Twirl me, please!
- Twirl me, please. - Twirl me, please!
We'll just take the engine.
Uncouple the cars!
Not so fast!
Guess you work out, too, huh?
Let him go!
You may be fancy in the sky, king,
but you're weaker than the rest of them.
We aren't your enemy.
We just need to keep the bad guys from getting one thing on this train.
Ahh!
That's about enough of that, anyway.
Time to show the real heavy hitters how we do it in Avion.
There are no good and bad guys, just power,
and I want it all!
His gold and pure,
his green and wild.
Oh.
And yours…
gold and green?
You, little lady, are a feast!
W-what?
Huh?
No!
Ah, yes, there it is.
Ha-ha, got it!
Oof!
No, you don't.
Whoa.
One to go, He-Man!
Ha-ha!
I'll admit, we could have been a little tighter with our teamwork back there.
Enough!
Being nice isn't helping us with this anymore.
You might be the king of Avion, but I'm the leader of the Masters of the Universe,
and you're out.
Fine, I don't need you guys anyway.
I can be a hero all on my own.
Not again, Ork-O, please.
Time to go home, King Randor.
Walk home for all I care, failures!
Go on, get!
Need a hand, bandit… lady?
It's Mo'squita-ra,
and you have nothing to offer me,
unless you're hiding some of that gold and green somewhere?
Help me save Eternia, and I'll make sure you get all the gold and green energy
you could ever want.