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: I'll rattle that mummy's bones 'til he surrenders Third Earth to me.
: Mumm-Ra, you bag of bones!
: [shoved into his sarcauphagus by the neck
] Why, you miserable Mutant! Vultureman
: Enough of your crackling, bone-head!
: Wait! Wait, Vultureman! Let's talk! Vultureman
: [stops aiming laser-vision at his chest
] I hoped you'd see things my way, Mumm-Ra.
: I'm most impressed, Vultureman. I had no idea you were so talented. Vultureman
: I'm not here to listen to your flattery, Mumm-Ra. I'm here to offer you a deal. Mumm-Ra
: A deal? Vultureman
: I will smash Third Earth. I will crush the other Mutants. Mumm-Ra
: What do you want from me? Vultureman
: The secret of everlasting life. Mumm-Ra
: And if I share that secret? Vultureman
: We rule Third Earth together... forever!
: Your friend will remain frozen until I release him. Panthro
: Well, set him free, bird-brain.
: You'll pay for that! Panthro
: You'll have to catch me first, Mutant!
: Might is right, Thundercat. And you might as well give in now.
: Quick, Mumm-Ra, give me the potion! Mumm-Ra
: Not so fast, my feathered friend. We have some bargaining to do. Vultureman
: But we had an agreement! Mumm-Ra
: I'm changing the terms, Mutant.
: Who needs a team of Mutants when Vultureman swings into action!
: Hurry up, Vultureman! You're taking all day! Vultureman
: I'm working as fast as I can! What's the hurry, anyway? Slythe
: We're low on munchies.
: If Slythe's going to bounce some Wolos around, you can bet that Lion-O will *ride in to the rescue*. And I will be waiting for him with the thundranium projector. I'll take care of Lion-O and Slythe together. Two birds with one stone.
: I hate that expression.
: Just like Chilla to threaten me not to be late, then keep me waiting!
: Now, where's my thundranium? Chilla
: Mind your beak, insolent turkey!
: [under his breath
] One day, I'll get even with you as well, Chilla. But, first thing's first.
: [shoving Snarf
] Get out of my way, you pathetic furry toy.
: Us, help the Thundercats? You're insane, Vultureman. Vultureman
: And you're near-sighted, Slythe.
: Once we're in deep space, we'll deep-six them!
: Is this how you Mutants keep your word? Vultureman
: No. *This* is how we keep our word.
[fires on him
: [the Rat Star overturns
] We're upside-down! Slythe
: Thank you, Sherlock Holmes.
: I must be the dumbest Mutant alive. Every time you come up with a scheme, Vultureman... Vultureman
: Stop complaining, Slythe, and help me think of a way to prevent those blasted Thundercats from leaving for Third Earth without us. Monkian
] They wouldn't do that... would they? Snarf
: [comes over
] Well, Mutants, that all depends on how well you grovel.
[the engine can be heard starting up and the three strain against their bonds jabbering
: I'm free, as a bird!
] Panthro is about as fast as a snail on flypaper.
: Are you Zaxx? Zaxx
: [in the medallion
] In living color.
] You can't harm me. I've got the medallion now. Mumm-Ra
: Idiot. Don't you realize that soon Zaxx will consume your entire body? Vultureman
: Ah...! What? Zaxx
: I'll handle this.
: Back to exile for you, Vultureman. Vultureman
: But I helped save the day! It if wasn't for me, Mumm-Ra would still be around! Mandora
: You still have time to serve, Mutant.
: Even if we find them, Mumm-Ra, how do we free them? Mumm-Ra
] That, Vultureman, is up to you. You are the technician, alfter all.
: This better work, Vultureman, or Mumm-Ra will have your beak. Vultureman
: Trust me, Slythe. Slythe
: I've trusted you before, featherbrain!
: When the molten lava fills the chanel surrounding the Lunatacs, you and the Fist-Pounder have to cut off the flow of lava before it traps us. Slythe
: And if you foul up, Jackalman, you'll end up as a bath-mat in Mumm-Ra's pyramid. Jackalman
: Oh, wind your neck in, Slythe.
: [and lifting him by his waist after the plan he described thus looks as though it will result in their being engulfed by lava
] What happens now, pure genius? Vultureman
: We, um, uh, take - cover!
: You better know how that totem works, Vultureman, or I'll have your gizzard. Monkian
: If we fail this time, Mumm-Ra will skin us alive. Vultureman
: Mumm-Ra? Dah! I can use the Totem of Dera whenever I want to stop Mumm-Ra, and anyone else who gets in *my* way. Mumm-Ra
: The feathered fool. Doesn't he realize that I know that all Mutants are treacherous?
: We'll never find the Thundercats in this fog. Jackalman
: Hm, yeah, and what're we gonna do when we find them? Vultureman
: [in his face
] Do? What are we going to do when we find the Thundercats? This!
[aims the Totem into the water of the Baleful Swamp to form a living-tentacled octopus from its water
: As usual, Mutants, you're very brave when it's three against one, but when the odds are even, you're just a bunch of cowards. Monkian
: Are we gonna let him talk to us like that? Vultureman
: Where were you rushing to, you furry fool? Snarf
: None of your bird-nosy business!
: It's the King of Beasts, with his toy sword!
: Don't play tricks. Vultureman
: It's more than a trick, Slythe.
: That voice-imitator is the best idea I've ever had! Vultureman
: *Your* idea? *I* invented it.
: OK, so we've had some setbacks. But this map shows where to find the legendary Sound Stones of Dark Side. And if I can get my hands on a Sound Stone, I can produce the ultimate sonic-gun weapon which would blast the Thundercats off the face of Third Earth! Slythe
: [tossing a chair across the table narrowly missing his head
] Enough of this nonsense, Vultureman! The Thundercats are not going to be afraid of a little noise! Vultureman
: [gives an outcry of fury
] A *little* noise?
: The most powerful force on Third Earth, eh? Why don't you come back to Sky Tomb and tell us all about this, uh, sonic gun? Vultureman
: Uh, thanks, but I'm working alone on this caper. Luna
: Au contraire, Vultureman. From now on, you're working for us.
: Give yourself up, Willa! You cannot escape. Tygra
: Willa, try to get him to land that thing. Willa
: OK. I'll never give myself up to you, bird-brain!
: You'll never beat Lion-O with brute force. What's needed is a spark of imagination.
: We're diving too steeply, Slythe! Pull up! Slythe
: I know what I'm doing, Vultureman! Vultureman
: [the overheating causes the controls to short-circuit in an explosion so they're knocked back and the ship careens down wildly
] I'd hate to be with you when you don't!
: [after crash-landing the Rat Star
] What do we do now? Vultureman
: Don't ask me! You're the Mutant commander!
: All we have to do is plant enough phony images in Cheetara's mind, and soon her sixth sense won't be worth *two* cents!
: This oughta blow Cheetara's mind. Literally!
: It will be easier for you if you submit quietly. Panthro
: [advancing with his nunchucks
] I'll give you submit quietly, you mutated macaw.
: [after he barrel-rolls the Flying Machine
] Do you have to do that, Vultureman! Vultureman
] If you can't stand the flying, Slythe, don't join the air force!
: You owe it to me, Lunatacs.
[Slythe grunts in a tone demanding "WHAT?"
: Uh, *us*. We freed you.
: Get moving, featherbrain. Our friends are in a hurry. Vultureman
] Give me a break, Slythe. I've just filled the thundrilium hoppers. Luna
: Then power up, Mutant. Vultureman
: [leaping back up
] A-OK to power up, Luna. Standing by for... Luna
: Never mind the technical gibberish, Vultureman. Do it!
: [Slythe and Monkian take off in the sky-cutters
] Hey! Wait for me! Jackalman
: [laughing and shoving him
] Looks like you've got a long walk ahead of you. Get going, buzzard-brain.
: No, Monkian! Stop it! Cease fire! You'll destroy it! We need it unharmed. Monkian
: Nothing attacks Monkian and gets away free.
: If you'd called me before, the Thundercats would be finished by now, Vultureman. Vultureman
: You know Slythe, Ratar-O; he never listens to me. Ratar-O
] Slythe. When he was in my command he was in charge of the field-kitchens!
: Right now, Panthro and Snarf are just as confused as you are. What better time to attack Cats' Lair and settle the wretched Thundercats once and for all? Slythe
: [in Jackalman's body
] That's the first sensible idea you've had.
: [his pen-umbrella breaks
] You and your useless inventions! Vultureman
: This is your fault, Slythe! You put too much strain on it!
: You are in serious trouble, Vultureman. Do you know the penalty for holding an officer against her will? Twenty years to life on the penal planet! Vultureman
: [looks up from his newspaper laughing
] No kidding. Well, it looks to me like you're the one doing time.
: By Plun-darr, Mumm-Ra, if those Thundercats feel as defenseless as I did, we've got them this time!
: A perfect opportunity, no? Slythe
: Yes. For once you might be right, Vultureman.