♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ We’re good against evil ♪
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♪ 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
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♪ 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♪
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♪ Yeah ♪
♪ The one and only WildC.A.T.s♪
MARLOWE: WildC.A.T.s. mission
log, 16.5.
If a man’s home is his
castle, then a man’s company is
his kingdom, And HALO
Enterprises seems to have
barbarians at the gate.
Ugly ones, too.
The optics lab.
That’s where the lens is.
Move it.
What?
VOICE: Heee!
Ooh!
Agh!
Warning, WildC.A.T.s.
presence detected.
Reeauugh!
No kidding.
SPARTAN: Let’s shred ’em,
WildC.A.T.s.
Shredding’s a specialty of
mine.
Haa!
Douaaahh!
Mueaagh!
Damage.
Hwah!
Urgh!
You’ll pay for that, witch!
Do not make threats for which
you have neither the stomach--
Urgh!
--nor the taste.
Argh!
Time to cook a cat.
Let him go!
Whugh?
(Grunting)
(Both grunting)
That’s more like it.
Arrgh!
Mission terminated.
Abort, abort.
I hear that.
What did you think they were
after?
Whatever it was, they didn’t
get it.
Grifter will be sorry he
missed the action.
Yeah, where is the G-man,
anyway?
He has gone to greet an old
friend, he hopes.
It’s midnight.
Technically he’s a free man now,
but it’s not our policy to
release any prisoner we’re
holding until morning.
You weren’t holding him.
He was just doing his time.
You seem pretty confident.
I trained him myself.
He could have left whenever he
wanted.
Not a chance.
That prison is equipped with
HALO Security’s best equipment.
(Chuckling)
Care to back that statement
with, say, 50 clams?
50?
How ’bout five?
Wimp.
All right, 50 then.
But there is no way.
(Alarm sounding)
♪
What?
Good morning, gentlemen.
Real sorry to have kept you
waiting.
All right, Mr. Lonely.
You’re a free man now.
Try to stay that way.
No problem, warden.
Lonely’s gonna be helping my
good buddy Mr. Marlowe here
improve his security systems.
Right, Moneybags?
By the way, pay up.
Welcome to the straight and
narrow, kid.
Ready to go legit?
Been ready for two years,
Cole.
Good to see ya.
I must be out of my mind,
hiring conmen and crooks.
Next thing you know, I’ll have a
Daemonite on a payroll.
I am running out of patience,
Dockwell.
How dare the Troika bungle a
simple robbery?
It was the WildC.A.T.s., Lord
Helspont.
We cannot make a move against
HALO Enterprises without their
knowledge.
Perhaps we should obtain the
lens elsewhere.
No.
Only HALO makes the x-ray lens I
need to find the orb, and with
it, regain my dominion of the
galaxy.
Fortunately, I have a plan to
completely neutralize HALO
security.
Whoa.
A HALO System 8.
Top of the line.
Yep, but remember what I
taught ya.
A drop of graphite on the
friction wheel, and pffft!
The scan motor skids to a halt.
Uh, that was the System 7,
Cole.
The System 8 has a toothed
wheel.
Hey, I did what you said- used
the time in prison to study.
Proud of you, kid.
(Beeping)
Makes you the right man for the
job.
Uh Cole?
I just got one question.
Uh, you know, back when we were
pulling jobs together, you
always said the only thing that
mattered was the money.
What changed your mind?
I found something that
mattered even more, kid.
I’d like you to meet ’em now.
The WildC.A.T.s.
Folks, I’d like you to meet
Lonely.
He and I robbed a lot of places
together.
He did time that I probably
should have done myself.
But he’s going straight now,
like me, and he’s gonna help us
improve our security systems.
Mr. Lonely, the Grifter has
proven himself to be an able
member of the WildC.A.T.s. team.
Because of his recommendation,
we are giving you a chance.
Right.
But one chance is all you get.
Understand?
That’s all I ask, Sir.
Good.
Then step into my office.
We got things to discuss.
You are certain this is wise?
The man was a criminal.
So was I, remember?
Yes, but--
Hey, you and the
WildC.A.T.s., you gave me a
second chance.
I just figure it’s time I did
the same for somebody else.
So, you’re the expert.
You tell me.
How do we revamp HALO’s
security?
Well Sir, like I demonstrated
at the prison.
Use an expert such as myself to
find the weak spots.
You mean stage a break-in at
my own company?
Exactly, Sir.
I’ll try to bypass security and
determine the weak spots.
Have you had any problems
lately?
Funny you should mention
that.
I had a security breach just the
other night at HALO Optical.
(Beeping)
Ah, then perhaps we should
start there.
Sounds good.
We’ll do it tomorrow night.
(Chuckling)
Lord Helspont.
Ah, Dockwell.
I hope for your sake you bring
good news.
I do indeed, Lord Helspont.
A security test is scheduled
for tomorrow night at HALO
Optical.
Excellent, excellent!
Then as soon as the security
systems have been bypassed--
Yes, Lord.
The x-ray lens will be ours for
the taking.
And with it, the orb, and
thus, the galaxy will soon be
mine!
(Laughing)
Have a seat, Grifter.
Need to talk to you.
Sure.
Hey I hear you’re gonna let
Lonely stage a test at HALO
Optical.
That’s great.
If the security system has some
weak points, the kid’ll find
’em, no sweat.
That’s kinda what concerns
me, Grifter.
What do you mean?
It’s your friend Lonely.
When he was in here yesterday,
he was wearing a Daemonite bug.
Void spotted it.
Now wait just a minute.
Lonely’s straight!
Calm down.
You know he is.
Heck, he could have busted out
of prison long ago, but he
wanted to do his time.
I said, calm down!
I’m not accusing Lonely of
anything.
That’s a Daemonite transmitter
dart.
Could have been fired from
anywhere.
From its location on his
clothing, it is doubtful that
Lonely even knew of its
presence.
But it does mean that old
smoke skull knows about our
planned security test.
Then we’ll have to cancel.
No.
Better we go ahead with it.
It’s our chance to catch
Helspont off guard, but we’ll
take precautions.
The Daemonites are sure to
attack, once the system’s been
disarmed.
Any idea of Helspont’s
objective in the raid?
Yeah.
This.
(Beeping)
It’s an x-ray lens.
HALO Optical is the only place
that makes them.
Gotta be what he’s after.
Records of recent Daemonite
robberies would indicate that
they are constructing a
sophisticated satellite.
With the x-ray lens in place,
Helspont could conceivably scan
several miles below the Earth’s
surface.
So he’s lookin’ for something
buried.
What?
That we don’t know, but it’s
a sure bet we don’t want him to
find it.
Spartan, assemble the rest of
the team inside HALO Optical
tonight.
Tell ’em to be ready for
anything.
As for the rest of you, this
conversation was confidential.
Understand?
Yeah, all too well.
He is angry.
And I don’t blame him, but
right now we’re doing what we
gotta do.
Which reminds me, there’s
something else I want you to
take care of.
Lord Helspont, this is
Dockwell.
We are approaching HALO Optical
now.
Hold your position, fool, but
make ready.
We attack the moment the
security systems are
deactivated.
The rest of the WildC.A.T.s.
will not know of our raid until
it is too late for them to
respond.
There she is, kid.
Strut your stuff.
You and me got a lot to prove
to a few people.
What do you mean?
Never mind.
Just make me proud.
Sensors along the top.
Can’t go over.
Take too long to go under.
And the alarm will sound if we
cut through.
So we don’t cut.
We just bend them a little.
(Metal groaning)
Good call, kid.
I’ll have Marlowe put sensors on
the bars from now on.
Put them in the ground, too.
or better yet, landmines.
For real security.
You take this mighty serious.
While I was in prison, I
designed the perfect system.
Nothing could get through.
Love to see the plans.
I uh, gave them to somebody.
Let’s go.
Get ready, Troika.
Just a few more moments.
Security box should have an
alarm, or better yet, a booby
trap.
Don’t think Marlowe’d go for
that.
Thought you were tough guys.
There, security system
deactivated.
Now.
Attack, attack!
Whoa!
Get to cover.
(Gunfire)
(Alarm sounding)
Ogh!
Oh yeah.
While the C.A.T.s. are away, the
Troika will play.
That’s where you’re wrong,
Daemonite scum.
Let’s roar, WildC.A.T.s.!
Hammer ’em!
We gotta get that lens!
Look out!
What’s goin’ on?
What are the WildC.A.T.s. doing
here?
I’ll explain later, kid.
Right now, let’s get you to
safety.
Urrrgh!
Heeyah!
Urgh!
Rooooaauuugh!
Hah!
Damage.
(Grunting)
This is incredible.
What are those monsters after?
That.
The optical lens.
But we’re outta here.
Now come on, we’ll take the back
way.
Wait.
Let’s make sure they don’t find
it.
Smart thinkin’, kid.
Now let’s bail!
Let’s finish it, C.A.T.s.
ALL: Hyah!
Dockwell, pull us out.
ALL: Ahh!
(Groaning)
Out of range.
Looks like the party’s over for
tonight, but you did good, kid.
Kid?
Party’s over for you, anyway.
No!
Kid, no, don’t do this!
You used to be the best,
Cole.
You were my hero, but let’s
face it, being a good guy has
made you soft.
Kid!
End of the road, Cole.
Sorry.
Nooo!
It’s the Grifter man.
He’s down!
(Gasping)
Is he all right?
He will live.
(Groaning)
Glad you’re so blasted sure.
Tell us what happened,
Grifter.
It’s Lonely.
He got the lens.
The Daemonites!
Those blasted bug faces must
have possessed him!
We saw him taken aboard the
hover ship.
It would appear he went
willingly.
I, I got a good look at him,
Grifter.
He wasn’t possessed.
I’m sorry.
No.
No, not Lonely!
He was my friend.
I trusted him.
We’ve got to get him back.
No one who works for the
Daemonites stays unpossessed for
long.
Yeah.
Besides, they got the lens.
Not for long.
We already called for M.I.R.V.
Yeah!
Talk about fast service!
Let’s just hope it’s fast
enough.
ZEALOT: They’re headed for
that missile base, directly
ahead.
That place?
It was abandoned years ago!
Not anymore.
GRIFTER: Now it looks like
it’s crawling with Daemonites.
SPARTAN: That missile’s ready
to launch.
I got a bad feeling about
this.
WARBLADE: Whoa!
Hang on.
Can’t get through.
We’d be sliced and diced.
Strange.
This is not a standard Daemonite
defence.
Lonely.
He said he designed the perfect
security system.
He must have given the design to
Helspont.
He said nothing could get
through.
SPARTAN: Think he was right?
GRIFTER: Only one way to find
out.
Let’s roar.
Ogh!
Spartan!
Pulsed microwaves--
jamming my cybernetics--
I’ll get ya.
Heeaahhh!
Can’t-- ugh-- get free!
I’ll handle it.
Oh!
Daemonite scum.
For that you shall pay!
Wait.
BOTH: Ahhh!
Umph.
Tried to tell ya, those
electrodes were charged.
Grifter.
Forget us.
Get going.
You’ve got tot get Lonely, and
that lens.
If anyone can get through that
system, you can.
All right, but I’ll be back.
Let’s see.
Electrified fence, weapons on
the top, landmines outside.
Real good, Lonely boy, but not
good enough.
Oh, yeah.
The original, and still the
best.
There.
Lens delivered as promised.
You got my payoff?
Oh yes, and your reward will
be most fulfilling.
Don’t move, Dockwell.
I’d vape you right now, but that
body you’re in might have been
somebody decent.
But that won’t stop me if you
make a move.
Lonely, grab that lens and come
on.
We’re taking it back.
What?
And we’ll all pretend this never
happened, right?
Nah.
You blew it, kid.
You’re going back to prison.
But at least you’ll do it with
your soul intact.
You can start over someday.
Believe me, it’s more than you’d
get from these body-snatchin’
bug faces.
Gee Cole, don’t know how I
can pass up such a generous
offer, but I think I will.
What’s wrong with you, kid?
You didn’t know about the
transmitter bug.
(Laughing)
Oh, give it up, Cole.
I did my time because they paid
me to do it.
They knew you’d try to recruit
me, and I knew about the bug,
but I figured you might detect
it, so I had it planted in a way
that would keep me looking
innocent.
Like it said, Cole, you’re
getting soft.
I ran this whole grift right
under your nose, Grifter, and
you didn’t even see it.
Kid, please.
This is your last chance.
No, Grifter.
I’m afraid it’s your last
chance.
Wha-- hey!
Muahahaha!
What?
What is this?
Let him go.
This wasn’t part of the deal!
The deal is over, Mr. Lonely.
You’ll be one of us now.
No.
No!
(Snarling)
Kid, kid!
(All screaming)
(Crashing)
Lonely!
No.
Noooo!
Lonely!
Fire the missile, now.
(Laughing)
Lonely.
(Sighing)
Security system, deactivated.
Yeuch!
Oh, I feel like I’ve been stuck
under a theatre seat for three
days.
Not one of our best nights,
C.A.T.s.
Yeah, Helspont got the lens.
Oh, I wouldn’t say that.
What?
Now how the heck did ya work
that?
Hey, when I figured out old
chimney top was after this
gizmo, I wasn’t just gonna leave
it lying around.
Had Void whip up a fake.
Made from transparent C7.
Plastic explosive?
Yep.
Gonna be real interesting when
Helspont pumps a beam through
that baby.
HELSPONT: At last, my
long-awaited goal is near at
hand.
Activate the scanning beam,
now!
What?
No.
No!
Blast you, Marlowe!
Marlowe told me about the
switch.
The man’s a conniving, sneaky,
underhanded scoundrel.
I like that.
He is fond of you as well.
It saddens him to see you
grieve.
(Sighing)
Lonely was my friend.
When the chips were down, he
gave his life for mine.
Why couldn’t he just have wised
up a little earlier?
You cannot force people to do
the right thing.
You can only offer them the
opportunity, and hope that they
take it.
(Sighing)
We’ll beat ’em some day,
Lonely, and maybe then you’ll
get another chance.
♪