♪ 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 9.3.
Our sensors have picked up a
Kherubim distress signal near
the North Pole.
And it’s a safe bet that if we
detected it, so did the
Daemonites.
(Wind howling)
Target sighted,
Lord Helspont.
It is as you predicted.
A Kherubim statis pod.
Then seize it and quickly.
That pod may contain useful
Kherubim technology or
artefacts.
At once, Lord Helspont.
(Beeping)
Void was right, it’s a statis
pod and it’s from our ancient
Kherubim ship.
VOODOO: Why would the
Daemonites want that old piece
of space junk?
Perhaps we should inquire in
a language they would understand
of course.
Let’s roar, WildC.A.T.s.
(All roaring)
The WildC.A.T.s.
Blast!
They will regret this
interference.
Karillion, destroy them.
At once, Lord Helspont.
Man, I knew I should’ve gone
for the insurance rider.
Zealot and Grifter are down.
Claws out, C.A.T.s.
We’re going in.
Now you’re talkin’ my
language.
The pod, keep it away from
the pod!
SPARTAN: Look out!
Stay cool, big guy.
I’ll do the voo.
Thanks, Voodoo.
(All screaming)
They’ve got us pinned down.
I’m not takin’ this lyin’
down.
Let’s give them some of their
own.
Huh?
What the?
It can’t be.
By Hecate, it is.
Majestic.
After thousands of years, I
live again.
Not so long.
Annihilate that Kherubim cur.
(Beeping)
(Grunting)
Ah!
Gah!
Whoa!
Whoever that guy is, he
cooks.
Ooh.
Karillion, grab that pod and
let us be off.
Hurry.
At once, Lord Helspont.
WARBLADE: The oil tanks!
If this flame reaches them,
this whole place will go up.
I’ve got to stop it.
Uh!
Woo!
Submerge, submerge, all
speed!
You shall not escape me,
Helspont.
It’s going out, hustle
people.
Come on, C.A.T.s.
It has been a long time,
Daemonite, but victory will be
mine.
It is my destiny.
SPARTAN: Majestic, hurry!
VOID: Jacob Marlowe, permit
me to introduce Majestic.
Commander of our Kherubim battle
cruiser before it crashed to
Earth.
Pleased to meet you.
Don’t sweat it.
Sorry to hear about the crash,
by the way.
It was my fault, I’m afraid.
I was at the helm when we
finally caught up to the
Daemonites not far from this
planet.
We damaged our engines.
But our weapons were useless.
We have the Daemonites now.
Ram them, full speed,
Mr. Hadrian.
Sir, such a manoeuvre could
damage our ship behind repair.
The Daemonite ship is crippled,
should we not demand their
surrender?
No quarter, Mr. Hadrian.
Finish them now.
But--
Oh!
That’s all I remember.
The next thing I knew we had
crashed on Earth.
For thousands of years I have
feared that my hesitation cost
the Kherubim forces their
greatest commander, but I am
relieved to see you alive, sir.
As am I.
Blast.
Locked.
Our lasers will not penetrate
Kherubim honourably.
Only a large gem grade
diamond drill could cut through
this part.
Then get one!
Take a ship immediately.
Some of the circuitry contained
in this pod could restore the
beam of the flight.
I’m on my way, Lord Helspont.
Shall I leave the pod with you?
No!
I can still smell the stench of
its Kherubim makers.
Take it to our storage facility
and open it there.
Yes, Lord.
So Majestic, my most hated
enemy.
You have returned.
And just as I am about to
unearth the ancient puzzle which
tells the prophecy of the orb.
But neither you nor the
WildC.A.T.s will stop me from
obtaining that orb and with it,
the power to crush the entire
galaxy beneath the fist of
Daemonite rule.
(Snickering)
♪
What is this thing we’re
building anyway?
You got me, but Majestic says
it’ll stop the Daemonites for
good.
And that we must do and
quickly.
For the Daemonites are after the
orb.
By Hecate, we should have
known.
Excuse me?
What orb?
Did I miss something here?
The orb is a mystical object.
Its power is beyond your
comprehension.
Well, thanks a lot.
Zealot speaks truth.
The orb is a source of ultimate
power.
20,000 years ago, the elders of
the galaxy decided to conceal it
for safety’s sake on an unknown
insignificant planet.
A planet called...
Earth.
So that’s what ol’ flame face
is lookin’ for.
Yes, by my vortex device
will stop them permanently.
I can substitute most of the
original components using the
earthling’s rather primitive
technology.
However, we must still locate my
quantum energy module which was
lost in the crash.
According to my files, the
module was recovered by the air
force.
It is currently being studied at
a secret research facility in
Maryland.
Then that is where we must
go.
Hold on a minute, team,
newsflash.
I just got word that the
Daemonites have attacked a major
diamond exchange in Holland.
Hmm, they’re after diamonds.
Let’s take a look.
(Screaming)
They’ve attacked one of the
biggest suppliers in the world.
But I don’t think it’s for cash.
They appear to be looking for a
large diamond.
One too large to sell easily.
The pod.
JACOB: What?
The Daemonites are attempting
to open the statis pod.
They would need a large diamond
to drill through it.
Where’s this statis pod now?
In Canada.
The Daemonites have placed it in
a guarded storage facility.
With the circuitry in that
pod, they Daemonites can restore
the Behemoth to space flight.
They could locate the orb
easily.
We must prevent them from
opening it.
Spartan, you and the other
WildC.A.T.s travel to Holland.
Prevent them from obtaining a
suitable diamond.
Uh, sir, wouldn’t it be
simpler to--
Spartan!
Yes, sir, we’ll leave
immediately.
That’s better.
Zealot, you’ll come with me.
We still need to secure my
quantum energy module.
Ah, perfect!
This is the one.
Help yourself to any others you
may wish.
Now you’re talkin’.
And we’re interrupting.
Shred ’em, C.A.T.s.
Man, this is my kind of
party.
Whoa!
Success.
Majestic and Zealot are in
Maryland.
The others are in Holland.
Events are proceeding as
scheduled.
I wonder--
What do you mean?
How did Majestic get into
that statis pod in the first
place?
You were the ship’s computer,
you should know.
I’m sorry.
All records of the crash are
missing.
They must have been damaged.
Sure.
Why did Majestic send the whole
team off to stop the bug faces
from getting a diamond that’ll
open the pod when it would’ve
been much easier just to go get
the pod itself.
That’s what Spartan was going to
suggest.
An error?
I don’t think so.
Not if Majestic is as good as
you say.
No, there’s something in that
pod he doesn’t want us to find.
And colour me curious, but I
think I’m gonna go see what it
is.
(Yawning)
(Whistling)
Freeze!
What the?!
(Both screaming)
Now boys, I’m doing this for
your own good.
Here you go, here’s a million
bucks.
Leave the country, change your
names, and never come back.
Good.
Should keep them away from
Helspont’s vengeance.
Now let’s see what’s in that
pod.
Oh, yeah.
(Crickets chirring)
The quantum energy module is
in there.
Then let us go get it.
Wait!
Hey, this is a restricted
area!
Whoa!
Majestic, calm yourself.
The way of the warrior does not
include harming the innocent.
They are mere humans.
Obtaining the module is all that
matters.
I will not permit this.
You cannot stop it.
Whoa!
(Grunting)
It is my destiny.
(Siren wailing)
We got what we came for.
Entering vehicular mode.
Let’s lower the boom on ’em.
Now, C.A.T.s, pounce and
pound ’em.
(Beeping)
Spartan here.
Spartan, we’re receiving an
emergency signal from Zealot in
Maryland.
We gotta send in the C.A.T.s.
But the Troika, they have the
diamond.
That’s not a major concern
right now.
Zealot is.
So move it, mister.
You got it.
WildC.A.T.s, fall back.
What?
Yeah, how ’bout finishin’
this job first?
I mean now.
Zealot needs us.
Let’s go!
(Crickets chirring)
(Alarm beeping)
Code red, run!
Ah, the quantum energy
module.
(Glass shattering)
Victory will soon be mine.
Zealot.
(Gasping)
Is she?
She’s okay.
Just stunned.
What about Majestic?
(Explosion sounding)
That answer your question?
(Snickering)
He hit the power core.
It’s going to blow!
This whole place is about to
go sky-high.
We have to get those people
to safety.
No, there is no time.
Only one way to ship this
package.
Hand delivery.
♪
Look!
MAUL: It’s Spartan.
(All cheering)
JACOB: Void, ain’t you got
that pod open yet?
The lock requires a code word
to open.
The possibilities are almost
infinite.
Then let’s trim ’em down a
little.
Let’s say that a great military
leader was to defeat the
Daemonites.
Let’s further say he then got a
hold of this orb and just for
the sake of argument, let’s
say he used that orb to conquer
and rule the whole darn galaxy.
Is there a Kherubim word for a
guy like that?
Why, why, yes.
There is such a legendary
figure.
He is called Khalim, the
ultimate one, but surely you do
not think that Commander
Majestic believes himself to
be--
(Alarm blaring)
That was an explosion in the
building.
Look, it’s Majestic and he’s
taken the vortex device.
If he’s found the quantum energy
module, we’re done for.
Khalim.
(Whirring)
WildC.A.T. alert.
WildC.A.T.s, you have to stop
Majestic before it’s too late.
At last, the first step of my
destiny is almost complete.
Once this gate is opened,
anything in its presence will be
sucked into the vortex.
All I need now is to get
Helspont close enough to send
him through.
That energy pulse, no Earth
technology could produce that.
Might it be the orb,
Lord Helspont?
Possibly.
Majestic may have found it or it
may be a trick.
But we cannot risk him learning
to use the orb against us.
Prepare two outer ships.
Ah, as I predicted, the
Daemonites are on their way.
Time to activate the vortex.
(Whirring)
(Rumbling)
Ayuda!
El diablo esta aqui.
(All screaming)
I’ve waited a long time for
this moment.
The Daemonite scourge will
finally be destroyed--
SPARTAN: And so will
thousands of innocent people.
What?
The WildC.A.T.s.
The vortex is too dangerous,
Majestic.
Shut it down.
No, this is my destiny.
To destroy the Daemonites.
And after the Daemonites,
what?
Find the orb?
It would be my right.
The orb was hidden from the
Daemonites.
If I destroy them, its power
should be mine.
And the galaxy?
Mine.
It is my right.
Leave, that is an order.
No.
You refuse?
You refuse the direct order of a
superior officer?
I am sorry, sir.
But it is my considered opinion
that you are no longer fit to
command.
Under article five of the
Kherubim military code, I am
relieving you of your position.
That is treason, mister.
I am ordering you to shut
down this device and return to
headquarters for medical
treatment.
Now!
I don’t need medical
treatment, but you will.
Oh!
Spartan!
Stop him!
(Snickering)
Fools!
Your pitiful weapons are no
match for me.
(All screaming)
And now for the Daemonites.
As I suspected, it is a trap.
A cursed Kherubim!
Pull back!
(Lord Helspont screaming)
(Snickering)
Success!
The Daemonites are destroyed.
The orb and the galaxy are mine
by rights!
No.
(Laughing)
(Screaming)
That was most satisfactory.
Helm, get us out of here.
What about the WildC.A.T.s,
Lord Helspont?
Leave them to the vortex.
As for us, the orb awaits.
♪
Must stop vortex.
(All screaming)
Ah!
(All screaming)
Hey.
Well done.
Oh, yes.
Spartan, my man.
You did it.
I...
Whoa.
This was what Majestic was
hiding in the pod.
It’s a section of the ship’s
computer memory bank.
Got something on it you might
find interesting.
We have the Daemonites now.
Ram them, full speed,
Mr. Hadrian.
Sir, such a manoeuvre could
damage our ship behind repair.
The Daemonite ship is crippled,
should we not demand their
surrender?
No quarter, Mr. Hadrian.
Finish them now.
But--
Oh!
(Alarm beeping)
I said ram them.
It is my destiny.
VOID: Red alert, red alert.
Damage critical.
As you can see, Spartan,
you didn’t cause the crash,
Majestic did.
Then he took the ship’s
recording and escaped in the
statis pod.
Yes, it would’ve been nice to
have known that thousands of
years ago.
Nonetheless, you did what you
thought was right.
This is what makes you a good
leader.
Not to mention you can get
blown in half and still look
fresh as the daisy the next day.
I owe it all to clean living.
But one thing worries me.
That orb.
Yeah.
We knew Helspont was after
something major, but we didn’t
know it was this major.
The orb is all powerful and
power is seductive.
JACOB: Let’s face it,
WildC.A.T.s, we may be in for
the fight of our lives.
♪