Sub prepared by George Beletsky George.swg@hotmail.com
Unlikely Alloys
T-Bone: That's... two G's!
Razor: Three G's!
T-Bone: Sure you don't wanna... back out?
T-Bone: Funny. Four G's. Razor: Five G's.
Razor: Woooah!!
T-Bone: Razor!
T-Bone: Razor, buddy, where are you?
Razor: Up here.
Uh, that's what I get for supercharging the motors.
Too much stress on the support mounts.
T-Bone: Heh, heh. Yeah, and now we've got a mega-mess to clean up!
Uh, oh... looks like our radar jammer's totaled!
Without this, Feral can track us here easy and blow our cover!
So fix the thing, ace. Hey, not without help.
I salvaged it from a stealth jet;
complex stuff... It could take months to fix!
Enforcer Dispatcher: Attention Enforcer units!
The emergency band.
Enforcer Dispatcher: The Metallikats have broken into Megakat City Mint.
Enforcer Dispatcher: All units report.
The Enforcers will never be able to handle those two.
Then it's up to us to kick some Metallikat tail!
Mac: It's like this: you mint money for the banks...
...and we have to go all over town stealin' the money.
We just wanna cut out the middleman. All right!
Now I'll ask you just once: where's the main vault?
Old Male Mint Worker: You'll never get in!
This door is 25 feet of reinforced titanium
on a quad-bolted time lock that won't open for 12 hours.
Very impressive. But we're in a hurry.
Mac: Heh, heh, heh. One stop shoppin'.
Hey, only take the big bills, Molly.
DUH! What'd you think I was gonna grab? Ones?
Feral: Attention, Metallikats!
I was wonderin' when the law was gonna show.
Feral: This is Commander Feral! Mac & Molly Mange, you're under arrest!
Then come and get us! Feral: Let 'em have it!
Boy, wait 'til they get a load of my new Mega-Optimus.
Augh! Oooh...
Mac: Say goodbye, Commander. GAAAH!!
T-Bone: Hey, bucket butts, is this a private party?
Razor: Or can anybody join?
Molly: Augh!
Razor: Outstanding! Molly: Uh! I can't see! Augh!
Felina: Look out!
Mac: MOLLY! Molly, are you OK? Say somethin'.
Get the loot... you big sap... uhhh...
Forget the loot. I'm getting' you outta here!
They're under here!
Where are the Metallikats? Long gone.
Razor: They got away empty handed.
Yes. And it'll cost millions more
to repair the mess you've made of this building!
Gee, for a second there, I thought your uncle was gonna
thank us for saving his tail. Thanks, guys!
Razor: Hey, no problem!
Mac: A little... recharge is the ticket. C'mon, Molly, say somethin'.
Go ahead, insult me. I won't even get mad!
Can I... call you... 'bucket butt'? Oooh...
Heh, heh! I knew it! Y-you just need to charge up for a while.
Relax and soak up some juice. Meanwhile, let's see if we made the news.
-robbery attempt on Megakat City Mint. The Metallikats remain at large.
Enforcers Commander Ulysses Feral had this to say...
Thanks to the diligent efforts of my Enforcers...
and with some minor help from the SWAT Kats...
the Metallikats were stopped cold.
It's only a matter of time until we have them in custody.
And now, this week's Spotlight on Science, with Tab Mouser. Tab...
Thanks, Ann. I'm here with Dr Lieter Greenbox.
Doctor, what do you have for our viewers
Well, it's a little complicated to explain, Tab.
Let me show you.
It's a micro-brain repair unit, with universal applications.
Allow me to demonstrate on this mechanically impaired clock radio.
Repair Unit: Analyzing.
Tab: Incredible! But how-
You see, Tab, every machine is based on a handful of basic concepts.
This prototype device is smart enough to diagnose the purpose of
any mechanical or electronic object and restore it to its original state
Hello!! That thing could patch Molly up in a nanosecond.
Amazing! When will this little miracle be available?
In a year, perhaps.
Heh, heh, heh. That's what you think.
But there's still a lot of testing to be done. Back to you, Ann.
Wow, did you see that?
Yeah, maybe we can take this jammer to Greenbox.
This high-tech bowling ball with a brain
might be able to fix it a lot faster than I can.
Hey, it's worth a call.
Hey, that's great, Doc. Thanks! We'll be right over.
Looks like this thing could use new brakes. Hiya, Doc! I'll take that.
No! You can't. Oh, yes, I can!
Now... let's see if this little do-dad is all it's cracked up to be.
Repair Unit: Analyzing. Analysis complete. Commence repairs.
Eh? Woah! Just what the doctor ordered!
Molly... this thing'll fix ya up in no time.
Analyzing.
What?
I feel good as new! Better, maybe! How'd ya do it, bolt brain?
This little gizmo that the doc made.
Mac: And from now on, we ain't leavin' home without it.
No! That's my device! I've spent years developing it!
So build another one.
Hey... What's it doin'?
Repair Unit: Analyzing armored conveyance for assimilation procedure.
Hey! Our car!
Repair Unit: Commencing assimilation procedure.
Mac: That thing's strippin' our wheels!
Repair Unit: Assimilation complete.
Incredible! It's absorbed your hovercraft to build an armored body around itself.
Repair Unit: Mac and Molly Metallikat;
you are thinking machines more experienced than I. I await your input.
Are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
Yeah. I hear ya. From now on, kid, you'll do just what we tell ya.
Repair Unit: Excellent. Purpose is important. Purpose is all.
No! It's my invention! I won't let you take it!
Wrong-o, Doc. He's one of us now.
Repair Unit: A correct extrapolation of facts.
Hello, Enforcer Headquart... AUGH!
That boy's got a healthy appetite! [laughs]
Do you really think that repair gizmo's going to work?
Hey, it's worth a shot.
Now that you had lunch, let's go to town, kid!
Repair Unit: This one's name is not kid. Preferred nomenclature is... Zed.
Mac: Uh?! I think it wants you to call him 'Zed.'
Heh, heh. Yeah, OK... uh, Zed. And now, let's rob this town blind.
Molly: Hey! Look who's comin' to dinner. Zed: Turbokat threat identified.
Snack time! [laughs]
What the... ?
Zed: Assimilate Turbokat. Eliminate SWAT Kats.
T-Bone: Uh, what is that thing? Razor: Giant monster of the week?
Cease your activity at once! Zed: Armored vehicles... most fortuitous.
Hah! This should be good.
Enforcer Tanker 1: Jump! D'ah! Oooh...
Creepy! We've gotta do something.
Scrambler Missiles locked... and launched! That outta short-circuit him.
Crud! We need another plan, buddy.
Mac: Ha, ha! Hey, Zed, that was great! Now let's get over to the city mint.
Zed: Negative. Monetary collection holds no interest for Zed.
I have other priorities. I must ascertain Zed's... true purpose.
Huh?!
He says he ain't gonna help us.
Oh, yeah? Now see here, ya overgrown tin can...
Heeey!
Nooo!
Zed: Zed must seek purpose.
Zed has grown beyond insufficient goals of Metallikat entities.
Oh, my! I never realized my creation could acquire so much power.
Greenbox!
T-Bone: Razor, that thing eats everything made of metal.
Maybe the Mega Laser will stop it.
Crud! Nothing can penetrate that tank armor.
Hang on! I'm gonna max this baby out.
That was too close, buddy. Now what do we do?
Molly: You're gonna help me get my Mac back... or else.
Let him go, Molly. Greenbox has nothing to do with this.
Oh, no? Tell him how your device ate my Mac.
Zed? That thing is your device?!
The Metallikats stole my invention to repair their injuries.
My device's programming was contaminatd with their criminal personalities.
'Contaminated'? Why, you... Cool it, Molly.
Doctor, is there a way to stop that thing?
Wha... perhaps. But I'll need a few things from my office at the university.
We're gonna need a ride. The Hoverkat will get us there in no time.
T-Bone: What? We're going inside that metal-eatin' monster?
Greenbox: It's the only way to reach the original Zed
so I can reprogram him properly with this deactivator.
But how will we get in?
Zed'll absorb anything metal, like our Glovatrixes.
Theoretically, these personal force field generators
should protect us from Zed's absorption powers.
Molly: Where's mine? I'm goin', too; that thing's got my husband.
OK, Molly. You're in.
Looks like Zed's stripped half of Megakat City.
Kat Tracker's got him. Zed's heading for Puma-Dyne!
Zed: Destination established. Puma-Dyne is Zed's key to total world domination.
Felina: Uncle, did you hear that?
If Zed consumes the high-tech weaponry at Puma-Dyne... crud!
Feral: I know, Felina, I know. Attention all Enforcer units: this is Feral.
Surround Puma-Dyne.
That thing must be stopped at any cost!
Razor: Look at the size of that thing!
The Enforcers don't stand a chance against Zed.
Yeah... guess it's up to us. Activate force fields.
This is it, Razor. Blast us a doorway! Razor: Doorway comin' up.
T-Bone: We're in! Everybody out!
Lucky for you, these force fields work. Razor: Where to, Doc?
The control unit is about three hundred feet... above us.
Razor: Hang on!
Greenbox: Zed is so immense, we're nothing more than germs to him.
Then those must be Zed's antibodies!
Razor: Will our force fields protect us against them, Doc?
Greenbox: I'm afraid I didn't anticipate this.
Razor, max afterburners, now!!
Razor: No! We're out of fuel! Deploy grappling cables.
Zed must have reached Puma-Dyne. Then we'd better hurry!
Felina: Nothing can stop him, Uncle. Feral: I know. The best we can do is delay it,
until we can evacuate Puma-Dyne.
Felina: Is everything out of there?
Almost. The Megabeam is going to take a while to move.
Megabeam? What's that? Our giant laser satellite
Female Lab Worker: Set to launch early next year, it's designed to stop
earthquakes from orbit with surgical precision.
Feral: Awww, that's all I need.
When that metal mountain absorbs your satellite...
...we can kiss Megakat City goodbye!
Greenbox: It's incredible how much Zed has assimilated in such a short time,
though in computer terms, he's still just a child, you know.
Yeah, and we're gonna give it a good spanking!
But only after we get Mac out!
I think I've found the heart of Zed.
Mac? You in here? Mac: (voice over) Oh... Molly?
Mac! Hang on, Mac. I'm wastin' this thing and getting' you outta here!
No, don't blast it, 'cause you'll finish me, too! I'm wired up to it!
Ingenious. Zed has self-preservation capabilities I never even dreamed of.
T-Bone: Time's wasting, Doc. Pull the plug!
Molly: Back off, you three!
Nobody's touchin' this thing 'til I get Mac outta there.
Razor: Eh! Sorry, Molly.
The coast is clear, Doc. Use the deactivator now!
No. I won't.
Don't you fools understand? I created Zed. My very genius surrounds us.
I won't let you destroy it.
Woah, he's flipped!
Yeah, we should have done this mission solo.
Let's get him!
That way!
Greenbox & Zed: You're too late, SWAT Kats
Zed has united with its creator; we are one.
Zed has found unity, found purpose.
Razor: T-Bone. The Doc's merged with his machine!
Too bad! 'Cause that means we're gonna unplug both of 'em!
I think not, SWAT Kats.
There's the Megabeam laser that Puma-Dyne has been developing.
Grab it, then nothing will be able to stop us.
Zed: Zed shall comply, Creator.
Felina: Uncle, we've lost. Zed's going for the laser satellite.
Time for a demonstration. Obliterate that mountain
Zed: Zed will comply.
Excellent! Megakat City will fall to its knees before us!
Reset the Megabeam to full power and target the center of the city!
Zed: Affirmative. Beam discharge in ten seconds. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six.
Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
Oh! Nooo...
Quick, we've gotta get out of here!
Razor: T-Bone, this thing's coming apart!
Deploy Delta Packs!
I suppose you're responsible for all... Hey, don't try to pin this one on us!
Actually, I was thinking about thanking you, but I've changed my mind.
I guess Doctor Greenbox's invention got out of hand.
Yeah, with a little help from the Metallikats.
The Metallikats?
It's kind of touching, really.
Molly actually loved Mac enough to help us stop that thing.
Yeah, well, at least they're together now...
Molly: Mac! Where are ya?
Mac: Over here, move it!
Mac! You're alive! Uh, sort of... Looks like you've merged with a food processor
You know, I've always wanted a food processor.
Hah! You can't even cook water.
Ah, go mince yourself.
Aw, come on, Molly! Shut this thing off!
Sub prepared by George Beletsky George.swg@hotmail.com