♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ We’re good against evil ♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ We’ve got invincible powers ♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ The one and only WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ We’re heroes not zeroes ♪
♪ We got what they fear
♪ So here’s the facts ♪
♪ So we got power to the max
♪ You know we’re tough as
nails ♪
♪ When all else fails call
WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ Nerves of steel
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ Here’s the deal ♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ You better watch out
♪ Yeah
♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ We’re good against evil ♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ We’ve got invincible powers ♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ The one and only WildC.A.T.s♪
JACOB: WildC.A.T.s mission
log, entry 12.7, Jacob Marlowe
speaking.
I’ve sent two of the team to
investigate suspicious activity
at Integer Electronics, a
company which specializes in
satellite technology.
Hurry-- we can’t afford to
be found here.
Too late, worm!
They’re Daemonite drones,
every one of them.
Kherubim pests!
Eliminate them!
If I can... depossess them...
Aaah!
Oh...
There has got to be a better way
to do that.
Zealot, heads up!
No, Voodoo!
I can handle--
Oof!
I didn’t mean to...
Grab her!
Help!
I am surrounded by amateurs.
(Alarm ringing)
This place will be crawling
with security guards!
Retreat!
Light grenade, don’t look!
Ohh!
Are you okay?
No!
In fact, I would have been
better off handling them myself!
Providence, I am not happy.
The mission was a failure.
You said the drones would
succeed.
I said your plan would
succeed.
This event is but a stone in
your path.
You can stumble over it or use
it to build a new road.
Oh, spare me the metaphors.
If the fools had done their job,
I’d have this world’s most
advanced satellites at my
command.
I could find the orb!
You still can.
All you need is someone who can
gain entry to the satellite
ground station.
My fellow Americans, as your
president, it is my proud--
(Muted)
HELSPONT: Someone, you might
say, with "unimpeachable"
credentials.
Beware the one whose eyes
can not be fooled.
Ah, the Kherubim child,
Voodoo, yes.
Her powers are great, but her
spirit is weak.
We will take care of her.
WARBLADE: This is HiSight,
the newest generation of U.S.
spy satellites.
So?
That lab the Daemonites
attacked is the one that
designed the satellite’s
electronics.
This would confirm your
theory that Helspont is
searching for something, Jacob.
The question is, what?
I had hoped to interrogate
the Daemonites, but they were
allowed to escape.
I was trying to help you.
If you cannot defend
yourself, you are of no use in
battle.
Sister’s got a point, kid.
If you can’t carry your own
weight, you’re gonna get left
behind.
Well, fine!
I’m used to being left behind.
(Crying)
Voodoo, wait!
Don’t you know how important
Voodoo is to our mission?
Of course!
And that is why she must improve
her combat skills.
Don’t you guys realize?
Voodoo’s an orphan.
Her whole life she’s been
rejected and abandoned.
Nice going with that "left
behind" crack.
Hey, who knew?
Hey!
Well, next time, think before
you mouth off.
We’re all she’s got.
Sorry.
I’d figured I’d find you
here.
Yeah.
Madam Ordersky’s School of
Dance.
"Be a star."
This was the last place I felt
at home.
I should have known better.
But you do have a home.
What about the WildC.A.T.s?
All they did was turn my life
upside down.
I don’t belong there.
I don’t belong anywhere.
I’ve never had a real family,
and it looks like I never will.
Hey, this is addressed to... me!
Ordersky’s School of Dance.
"Attention, Priscilla Kitaen."
That’s your old name.
(Gasping)
Maul, I-- I gotta go!
Voodoo, wait!
Voodoo?
It’s me.
I-- what are you doing?
Like Zealot said, I am of no
use, so I am out of here.
And don’t try to talk me out of
it.
Man, you are as stubborn as
the day we met.
You were already at the dance
school.
Trying to study for my high
school equivalency at night...
Oh, thanks.
I was sure I was going to fail.
You wouldn’t let me, though.
See these?
You gave them to me after our
first tutoring session.
Hey, I couldn’t afford to pay
you.
I can’t believe you kept them.
Pris, please don’t go.
Maul, I gotta do this for me.
See this letter?
It’s from a private eye in
Florida.
He was hired to find me by my
parents!
But I thought your parents--
Abandoned me when I was a
baby.
I could never be sure.
The orphanage burned down, so
there weren’t even any records.
Promise you won’t tell the
others where I went.
I’m going to find my real
family, and I’m not letting
anyone stop me.
Not even you.
Okay, Voodoo.
I won’t tell.
Thanks.
Good luck, pal.
I hope you find what you’re
looking for.
Jacob, I am sensing elevated
blood pressure.
Are you upset?
The WildC.A.T.s are acting
like brats, I can’t figure out
what Helspont’s up to, and I
didn’t sleep!
Why should I be upset?
Perhaps because Voodoo has
left headquarters without
permission.
What?
Or because I am now
registering strong Daemonite
energy readings near the U.N.
plaza.
Any other cheerful news you
want to share?
Yes, the president of the
United States is scheduled to
give a speech this morning at
the U.N.
Great Scott!
(Alarm ringing)
What’s with the wakeup call?
And where’s Voodoo?
I’d like to know that myself.
Void, get us to the U.N. now!
(Sirens blaring)
Without Voodoo to ID the bug
boys, this will not be easy.
ZEALOT: Here comes the
president.
There.
Are those the drones?
Yeah, unless there’s an
undertakers convention in town.
They see us!
Begin diversion.
What in the blue blazes?
Who are they?
Don’t fire.
We’re here to protect.
Sort it out later.
Fire!
I don’t think they’re
listening.
Maul, clean up those
Daemonites!
Just call me the trash man!
This is Special Agent
Higgins.
The president is under attack.
Repeat, the president is--
Hold your fire, Grifter.
They’re running.
Let’s get them.
That may not be so easy.
Shouldn’t this be us leaving?
Good point.
Going down.
GRIFTER: What was that all
about?
I’ve got a feeling this whole
thing was a diversion.
You mean there are other
Daemonites in the area?
I’d stake my circuits on it.
But the only way we’d know for
sure is if Voodoo had been with
us.
Okay, Maul, where is she?
Sorry, Spartan.
It’s personal.
I promised I wouldn’t tell.
Look, Maul, promise or no
promise, we need Voodoo back,
and fast.
PRESIDENT: Oh, Agent Higgins.
That was excellent work today at
the U.N.
Thank you, sir.
But I have to warn you that you
are about to be attacked again.
Are you sure?
Positive.
What are you--
No, no!
(Screaming)
Where am I?
What...
(Laughing)
Okay, girl, think.
What are you going to say to
them?
"Hi, I’m the daughter you
deserted?"
What if they don’t want me?
(Crying)
Ow!
Hands off!
Why are you doing this?
We don’t take too kindly to
strangers.
Put him down, you freak!
Now!
MAUL: Well, now, fellas.
When it comes to strange, you
ain’t seen nothin’ yet.
What are you doing here?
Well, nice to see you too.
You promised you wouldn’t
tell the WildC.A.T.s where I
went.
Then again, I never promised
I wouldn’t follow you.
I’m not coming back until I
sort this out and find my
parents.
So where are they?
MAN: Not too far from here.
And they can’t wait to see you.
Are you Orson Cain?
Private eye.
Finder of lost souls.
You ready to go?
Pris, do you think you can
trust this guy?
What if he’s a--
I can ID any Daemonite.
Trust me, he’s just a human
being.
Don’t you get it, Maul?
There’s life outside the
WildC.A.T.s and this is my
chance to find mine.
I’m ready.
Let’s go, Mr. Cain.
And don’t follow me.
Have a good trip home.
Hmm.
That’s right, Sam.
The vicious assault outside the
U.N. was the work of the
WildC.A.T.s, a mysterious covert
action team.
SAM: Are they criminals, sir,
or extremists?
PRESIDENT: That information
is classified, but I will say
that they are a threat to
humanity, and that they must be
stopped!
That’s all for today.
Thank you.
Can you say frame-up?
It’s far worse.
The only ones who know we’re
the WildC.A.T.s are the
Daemonites.
Are you suggesting that the
president has been possessed?
Great Minerva!
Warblade, see if you can open
a channel to Maul!
Spartan, Zealot, Grifter, check
out the U.N. area for clues!
Let’s move!
WildC.A.T.s?
The intelligence boys don’t have
any record of--
David, cancel my
appointments.
I want to fly to the HiSight
satellite ground station ASAP.
But, sir--
The WildC.A.T.s will stop at
nothing.
Activate Black Razor!
But they’re the most powerful
anti-terrorist force we’ve got.
Once I get to the HiSight
ground station, no one must get
in.
Not until I hand over control of
the satellites... to Helspont!
VOODOO: This is it?
It doesn’t look--
Well, now, hush, girl.
Your mommy and daddy are waiting
for you.
Now you hurry on in there, hm?
Mom?
Dad?
It’s me.
It’s--
Oh!
You can’t be one of them.
I would have sensed it.
I’m only human.
And these gents paid me real
well.
What about my parents?
Now, now.
In a moment, all of that will
mean nothing to you.
No!
Something’s just not right
here.
Pal, you’re a hard man to
reach.
Where’s Voodoo?
I don’t think I can say.
Blast it, Maul!
The Daemonites have got to the
president!
You’re sure?
That’s why we need Voodoo
here, to find out!
Do you know where to find
her?
No, but I know where to start
looking.
Maul out.
Time I did some research
myself.
White House, Dave Sharp
speaking.
Listen, Dave, could I talk to
the president?
Personal matter.
Sorry, sir, but the
president’s just about to leave.
All of a sudden we’re flying off
to--
Anyway, can I say you called?
No, no, don’t even mention
it.
I’ll try later.
Go ahead, Spartan.
We’re in an alley near the
U.N.
I’m getting a heat reading.
It’s a stasis pod.
Inside a trash bin?
So while we were kept busy,
another team was in here nailing
someone close to the president.
Jacob, has Maul located
Voodoo?
He’s working on it, I hope.
Which way to the town
records?
Th-that computer!
In the corner!
Man, is this thing an
antique.
Warblade would bust a gut.
Those filthy lying monsters.
(Roaring)
All right, you bug-loving
double-crossing stooge!
Where’s Voodoo?
Put me down!
Looking for me?
Kherubim fool.
What’d you do to Voodoo?
The life form called Voodoo
had no idea of her telekinetic
potential.
Now I have unleashed it in all
its lethal glory!
VOID: Air traffic data shows
that the president is flying to
the HiSight satellite ground
station.
So it looks like Helspont’s
sending another drone to finish
what he started at that lab.
Come on, Helspont possess the
president of the United States
just to blow up a ground
station?
It’s not that kind of
sabotage.
He’s searching for something,
and he needs the satellites to
find it.
Hey, nobody’s going to frisk
the Commander-in-Chief!
The president hands Helspont
the satellite system, and no one
will know until it’s too late.
(Maul growling)
Why do you not attack me,
oaf?
Has your fear so paralyzed you?
(Coughing)
What’ll I do?
The only one who can depossess
Voodoo is Voodoo.
Voodoo, listen to me.
Silence, Kherubim.
You cannot reach her.
My control is total.
Remember these, Pris?
They’re the flowers you gave me.
I want my friend back.
All the WildC.A.T.s want you
back.
Maul?
Noooo!
(Screaming)
DAEMONITE: Impossible!
Nobody can depossess themselves!
Well, just call me nobody!
Can’t breathe!
Must escape!
You did good, Pris.
Wh-- what about my parents?
I’ll bring you to them.
But first, the WildC.A.T.s need
us.
PRESIDENT: Is Black Razor
ready, Captain?
Ready for anything, Mr.
President.
That’s very reassuring.
Hey!
What the--
The door is jammed.
Are you all right, Mr.
President?
Yes, yes, I’m fine.
This must be the work of those
subversive WildC.A.T.s.
No sweat, sir.
We’ll stop ’em.
SPARTAN: Okay, we have to
stop the president before he
takes over the satellites.
Void, fly the M.I.R.V. away by
remote.
We’re under attack!
Can you get it started?
If it’s got a motor and
tires, I can hotwire it.
These guys are good.
Uh oh, that’s a Black Razor.
You know these guys?
Let’s just say we crossed
paths.
Come on, C.A.T.s.
Move aside, human.
SPARTAN: WildC.A.T.s, use
non-lethal force only.
These men don’t know whose side
we’re on.
Hey, I’m not even sure I
know.
There.
A small improvement courtesy of
Lord Helspont.
BLACK RAZOR: Mr. President,
the WildC.A.T.s are attacking.
Annihilate them!
I mean, do something.
Obstruction team, move in.
What form of trickery is
this?
I can’t cut this netting!
WildC.A.T.s, pull out!
Voodoo, I am glad to see you!
I’m glad to be here.
Well, what are we sitting
around for?
Success!
Too late, WildC.A.T.s!
Helspont controls this satellite
system!
Not for long!
Oh, man.
This could take time.
We don’t have time!
What?
Bad move.
That circuit board must have
been set to self-destruct if
anyone messed with it!
Uh oh.
Maul, catch!
Spartan, give me some sky!
I am registering a massive
explosion at the satellite
ground station.
Enough sitting on the
sidelines.
Void, get me there.
Now!
(Daemonite screaming)
What is that thing?
Jacob... Marlowe?
He knows the president?
Campaign contributor.
Very big.
The circuit boards have
destructed.
Why did you not foresee this,
spellbinder?
Patience, Helspont.
Eventually, you will find what
you seek.
But when, Providence?
When?
This is what I found when I
went to the library.
I’m sorry, Pris.
Did... the Daemonites do
this?
You were just a baby when
your parents took you sailing.
The boat hit a reef and sank.
When the Coast Guard found
you, you’d been tied to the mast
in a blanket above the
waterline.
Your parents... didn’t make it.
So they died... saving my
life.
The Daemonites just used a
bit of the truth to lure you
into a trap.
Forgive me for having been so
rough on you before.
You are truly one of us.
Sorry I ran out on you.
Now I know you are all my
family.
Then let’s go home.
You would have been proud of
her.
♪