Sub prepared by George Beletsky George.swg@hotmail.com
Episode 16 WHEN STRIKES MUTILOR
So much water… it's perfect. [laughs]
Jake, you've been tinkering with those thrusters for days now.
Are we ever going to get the new Turbokat in the air?
Hey, buddy,
the Speed of Heat turbine enhancement isn't just your everyday tune-up.
So what's it do?
If you thought the Turbokat was fast before,
wait'll this baby is operational.
I can hardly wait to test it!
Hold your horses, Chance. This baby won't be ready for two weeks, at least.
Oops. Aw! Now I've gotta buff out another ding!
Uh!
I got it!
(gasp) What's that? What is it?
All right, dude! Enforcers!
This is Commander Feral. Cease your operation immediately.
You don't really think that thing's going to turn tail and slink away, do you, Uncle?
Just giving them fair warning, Felina. Squadron, move in!
My Lord Mutilor, their squadron leader is attempting contact.
it calls itself a "Feral."
Well, Traag, then let's greet him in the tradition of brotherhood
and galactic peace.
Incoming fighters! I count at least twenty. Squadron, engage!
One down, nineteen to go… Don't get cocky, Lieutenant. Watch your tail!
Thanks, Uncle. Don't thank me yet; we're still outnumbered.
What?
This is Lieutenant Feral. I'm... Oh, crud! Radio's out.
There's too many of them. This is Feral. Return to base!
Augh! Guess I'm on my own.
Look, Traag, the cowards are retreating.
Now we can resume draining this moirture-rich world.
The desert planet Zarhabi will pay handsomely
for the water we steal this day. Heh, heh.
Ha, ha! And if this world perishes in the process,
it's just business. [laughs]
The Enforcers have taken their best shot, buddy.
Yeah, looks like it's up to us. But we don't have our jet.
I may be down, but I'm not out. Eat bazooka, you space scum!
Gotcha!
Aaah!
(gasps) The SWAT Kats!
Here they come, Razor, ready to rock and roll.
Thunder Truck locked and loaded.
Hang on!
What was that? Don't look now, but that big mothership
wants to play 'Dodge the Laser.'
Heh, heh. Is this the greatest challenge this puny planet can offer me?
Time to fry these insects!
An interesting diversion, Traag. Now, back to business.
Scratch one Thunder Truck.
Yeah. Now we're really going to need the Turbokat to handle those water pirates.
If we get it airborne in time.
If we don't, Megakat City's gonna be bone dry.
This world didn't offer much resistance, Lord Mutilor.
Heh! No. And we owe its destruction to these peace-loving Aquians.
Return my ship at once, Mutilor! This vehicle serves me now, Grimalkin.
Only because you stole it from me and my crew, you pirate!
Watch your tongue, insolent one!
He's right, Traag, we are pirates. (laughs)
And with this ship,
I'm going to drain every drop of water from this world before its sun sets!
Freeze! You have the right to remain… …silent?
We coulda used another week to get these systems operational.
We'll be lucky if we have another hour!
What're we goin' ta do, Callie? The city's water supply is gone.
Where are the SWAT Kats? (blubbers)
I don't know, Mayor Manx, but I'm sure they have a plan. Excuse me.
Razor, T-Bone, where are you?
It's Callie. Can't stop now; we're almost there.
I'm sorry, Sir. Lieutenant Feral's craft was completely destroyed.
They only found a bazooka.
Felina… Rrrrr! Let's kick those aliens out of our atmosphere!
It won't be long now, Lord Mutilor. This world is nearly drained.
Excellent, Traag. Now, let's contact the Zahabis to arrange...
What?! Incoming attack craft!
Put it on the screen.
I thought we destroyed those two!
Well, well. Looks like someone on this pathetic planet has claws after all.
But they will be clipped. Deploy Marauders!
She's handling better than ever, buddy.
Let's just hope that you can handle them.
I'm ready for 'em.
Activating smoke screen… now!
Yes! Three down, seven to go.
I can improve those odds. Drop Tops… deploy!
Crud! Looks like we got our first ding.
Oh, that makes me mad! Matchhead Missiles… deploy!
That's our entire squadron! Sensors detect more fighters approaching.
Pull this ship to a higher altitude.
We can finish operations beyond the range of these… pests.
T-Bone, they're getting away. Step on it! She's maxed out, buddy.
Unless you try the Speed of Heat. I thought it needed more fine-tuning.
There's only one way to find out. All right. Hang on!
Commander, they're moving out of range.
There's no way we can follow to that altitude!
But somehow, the SWAT Kats are. Guess it's up to them now…
They're giving up. Excellent move, Lord Mutilor.
We're receiving a transmission…
must be the Zarhabis.
Congratulations, Mutilor. I hear you have water for us.
Yes, if the price is right.
I hope we don't come apart before we get there.
Just worry about your landing. I don't want to have to rebuild this jet again!
Don't cough up a hairball, Razor. It's under control.
See, what'd I tell you? We made it without a scratch.
Oh, I wish you hadn't said that...
Let's take 'em, Razor! Activate shields.
Catch!
Uh?!
Come on! We've gotta find the control room on this ship and get our water back.
[Cough] Those Kat pilots are here. They just took out my best unit!
Traag!
How did those intruders get aboard?
I... I don't know, your maj- Just find them... and destroy them!
I-it shall be done, Lord Mutilor! Oof.
Those two will be sorry they ever set their tails on my ship.
Looks like the coast is clear. Oops.
Deploy mini-Tarpedoes! Augh! Now, tell us how to get to the control room.
Mmm… mmph! Maybe I can help you. Who are you?
Captain Grimalkin. This ship really belongs to me and my crew,
but Mutilor and his space pirates stole it and imprisoned us.
Sounds like we could help each other.
Stand back. We're gettin' you outa there!
Amazing! I can't believe all of our water can fit in this ship.
Yes, our advanced technology enables us to condense your planet's water
for intra-galactic transport.
Come, the bridge is this way. From there you can reverse the process…
if you're not too late. We would help, but combat is not our way, warrior.
Hey, I can respect that, but we've got to get your ship out of Mutilor's hands.
He's destroying our world!
Perhaps you're right, but we will not help you fight.
Suit yourselves. Just point the way to this Mutilor;
we SWAT Kats will deal with him.
You're welcome to try, SWAT Kats!
Mutilor! [laughs]
So much for your brave Aquian allies! My guards will round them up presently.
You two are a different matter.
I'm almost sorry you won't live to see me drain your planet dry as a bone.
So much for those feline pests. Traag!
Prepare course for Zarhabi. We have a rich cargo to sell.
With pleasure, Lord Mutilor. Mmm, ha, ha!
Callie, there's nothing left. I know, Mayor.
Without water, our planet is doomed.
Course set, Lord Mutilor. Begin liftoff.
Not so fast, gruesome! What?! How can this be?
Haven't you heard of oxygen masks? Finish them!
Attack! All of you! Oof.
Heh, hmm, hmm… It was so refreshing to clash with true warriors.
It's a shame I must destroy you.
I will make your demise painful, but quick.
What the…? Lieutenant Feral!
Sorry I took so long; I'm not used to flying a saucer. Did I miss the party?
Nope! It's just getting warmed up.
Where's Mutilor?
You fools have cost me a fortune!
I will knock you from the sky and destroy all of you!
What's he got up his sleeves?
He's going to destroy the ship's anti-gravity drives.
We'll drop like a huge asteroid.
The biggest one ever. Our whole planet will probably bust up!
Come on! Looks like Felina and the Aquians can handle things here.
Where's that four-armed creep?
If I were Mutilor, I'd strike from as far away as possible,
'cause when this mothership hits, our atmosphere is gonna go ka-blooey!
I hear ya. Switching to sub-orbital mode, now!
There he is. What?! How many lives do these Kats have?
Razor! You've gotta put that mega-beam laser out of commission,
before he takes us apart. I'm workin' on it.
You're gonna have to do better than that, buddy…
Move in closer. You've got it!
Nice try, SWAT Kats, but you missed. That's what he thinks…
Now, you can watch as I destroy the ship, and your world. (laughs)
Great shot, buddy! Lousy shot…
I'll be buffing out the dings for weeks!
Your planet's water will soon be fully restored.
Thanks, Grimalkin.
No, it is we Aquians who should thank you, for giving us back our ship.
But perhaps we can repay part of our debt. Come.
Wow!
Just a little high-speed space technology.
So, Lieutenant, want a ride in our new jet? Love to.
C'mon, T-Bone, watch it, will ya? The paint's still wet.
Relax, buddy. Just giving it a little space-age car wash!
[Laugh]
Sub prepared by George Beletsky George.swg@hotmail.com