♪ 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 8.6.
Void has detected extensive
Daemonite activity near the
Middle Eastern city of
Meldesnas.
The WildC.A.T.s have been
dispatched to investigate.
Their instructions are to
remaininconspicuous.
Completely subtle.
And if there’s one thing the
WildC.A.T.s are noted for--
MAN: Hold it right there.
(Gun cocking)
JACOB: It’s their subtlety.
Ahh, he is indeed a Daemonite
drone.
Observe the marker.
Love the way you check for
these little details after you
knock him cold.
A gun is a gun.
The true warrior does not
hesitate.
Door’s locked.
GRIFTER: Won’t be long.
Easy, hotshot.
Let’s try the delicate touch
first.
(Metal clanging)
Once a hacker, always a hacker.
GRIFTER: Not bad.
Could have used you on a job or
two a couple of years back.
PIKE: Move it!
Get those drills loaded!
GRIFTER: It’s Pike.
ZEALOT: It would appear
the Daemonites are stealing
digging equipment.
WARBLADE: They must be
working underground.
No wonder Void couldn’t
pinpoint their position.
GRIFTER: Do we take ’em?
No.
This is but a minor theft.
We must follow them to their
main base of operation.
And then we shred them.
Correct.
♪
SPARTAN: Activating cloaking
mode...now.
VOODOO: How long will Zealot
and the others be gone?
They’re due to check in
in four hours.
Better grab some shuteye.
Maul?
MAUL: Yeah?
You’ve got first watch.
Keep an eye peeled.
Void’s readings were hazy.
The Daemonites could be
anywhere.
I’ll be watching.
Good.
I understand you have
some...memories of this place.
No.
Nothing important.
All right.
You’ll be relieved by Voodoo at
0400.
Nothing important at all.
♪
Dad, Dad!
I found something.
Look!
What is it?
Jeremy, look out!
JEREMY: Uh, Dad!
Dad!
Jeremy!
(Both grunting)
(Grunting)
(Panting)
(Rumbling below)
The pit, it’s collapsing.
Hasseem.
Quickly, pull them up!
Pull them up.
Hurry.
PROFESSOR: Jeremy, are you
all right?
J-Just a scratch.
Dad, you saved me.
But the-the dig.
Ah, son, you’re all that
matters.
You’re my pride, my joy, my
hopes and dreams.
Wha--?
No, what’s happening to me?
Dad!
Aah, you’re not my son.
Dad!
Get away, get away!
Dad!
Dad.
Huh?
Uh, what?
VOODOO: Rise and shine,
chunk style.
If Spartan knew you’d fallen
asleep on guard duty he’d tear
your head off.
Oh, he can have it.
Maul, you having nightmares
again?
Nah, it’s nothing.
Really.
Maul, look at me.
It’s the V-babe, remember?
You can’t hide anything from me.
Now talk.
Oh, my Dad again.
I guess it’s the area.
He used to work here.
Saved my life once.
Doesn’t sound like such a bad
dream to me.
You don’t understand.
He was more than my dad.
He was my hero.
I wanted to be just like him.
Then I dream he sees me, like I
am now.
Oh, Maul.
You never told him?
How could I?
The man was a god to me.
I can’t let him know I turned
into this.
Maul--
(Whistling nearby)
SPARTAN: Heads up, you two.
Zealot just signalled.
They found the Daemonites and
they’re on the move.
Coming.
Let’s move, Maul.
♪
(Spartan whistling)
SPARTAN: Hustle up.
On my way.
♪
GRIFTER: Join the WildC.A.T.s
and see the world.
(Coughing)
Didn’t realise I was going to be
seeing it so up close and
personal.
The way of the warrior is not
an easy one.
(Grifter coughing)
GRIFTER: Now she tells me.
♪
SPARTAN: Zealot’s signal has
stopped moving.
They’re inside.
MAUL: Do we attack?
SPARTAN: Not yet.
Don’t want to tip their hand.
Wait for a sign.
VOODOO: How will we know it?
I get the feeling there won’t
be much doubt.
(Grifter sneezing)
Do not dare.
(Warblade sneezing)
Sorry.
PIKE: Intruders!
Eliminate them.
(Guns cocking)
VOODOO: Now?
Now.
Wait.
What?
There.
It’s my father.
He’s working for the Daemonites.
♪
(Yelling)
Get them.
Get those invaders!
No.
Aw, no.
It can’t be.
Voodoo, he’s possessed, right?
Finish it.
Hurry!
Uh, no, sorry, Maul.
He’s clear.
No.
No, not my father.
He can’t be working for those
blasted bug faces.
I won’t let him.
Maul, your temper.
Oh, no.
(Daemonites yelling)
Get up.
You have to stop them.
PIKE: Let us get you to
safety, professor.
You said I’d be safe here.
A minor setback.
If you’ll just--
(Maul roaring)
What’s that?
PIKE: A slightly larger
setback.
No, no!
No!
(Roaring)
(Both yelling)
What’s with Maul?
He’s gotten too big.
He’s out of control.
(Roaring)
Look out!
No, no!
(Grunting)
MAN: Run, get out of here!
Maul, no!
Maul, Maul.
Calm yourself.
Remember who you are.
Remember.
I’m-I’m-I’m--
Get away!
What kind of hideous monster are
you?
(Crying)
I’ll tell you what kind,
mister.
Maul is your--
Spartan!
No.
I mean it.
No.
Voodoo is right, Spartan.
It is not your place.
What happens between them is for
them alone to decide.
Listen, I don’t know who you
costumed freaks are but I want
you out of here immediately.
Do you understand?
This is a peaceful scientific
expedition.
GRIFTER: Oh, yeah.
Real peaceful.
My sponsors felt the dig
might be subject to attack.
Obviously their only error was
to be underequipped.
Whatever you’re stealing,
please, take it and go.
I’m on the verge of an important
archaeological discovery here.
ZEALOT: Wait!
These sponsors, did they call
themselves Daemonites?
Names are of no concern to
me.
All that matters is my work.
Now please leave.
I’m afraid not, professor.
Whatever you’re looking for
we cannot allow it to fall into
Daemonite hands.
Like it or not, the WildC.A.T.s
just became your new assistants.
(Pickaxe clinking)
VOODOO: Maul, you have to
tell him.
I can’t.
You saw the way he looked at me.
To him, I’m a monster.
Besides, he’s not the dad I
knew.
That man was a caring person.
He would never let his work
become his life.
Now he seems to cold, so bitter.
All that matters is his work.
You there, the big one.
Make yourself useful and clear
this debris.
Move it!
(Grunting)
PROFESSOR: Careful, you
lummox.
That’s a pre-Etruscan column.
Unh, Phoenician.
What?
Nothing.
I heard what you said.
And you’re right.
Who taught you archaeology?
The best.
Oh?
And just who was that?
Sorry, don’t know him anymore
myself.
GRIFTER: So how’s it going
down there?
Fine.
Of course, you’re a major help.
Hey, if I wanted to work
hard, I wouldn’t have turned to
crime.
VOODOO: Oh, yeah?
GRIFTER: Whoa, easy on the
ceramics, Voodoo.
♪
(Sighing)
Nothing.
I could have sworn...
Uh, professor?
I think I found something here.
What?
Impossible.
Let me see.
You’re right.
The support structure here
reveals there was a hidden
chamber.
You’ve got an excellent eye for
archaeology, my purple-skinned
friend.
Almost as good as someone else I
once knew.
♪
As a matter of fact, you remind
me of him somehow.
Something about you.
What?
Nothing.
An old pain.
You wouldn’t understand.
I might.
You?
What do you know of pain?
Have you ever lost a son?
No, but--
(Sighing)
No.
Please, I apologize.
My son vanished years ago.
No trace.
The anguish almost killed me.
All that saved me was my work.
Nothing else matters.
There is nothing else for me to
live for, right?
Uh...
Actually, there’s something
maybe you ought to know.
(Gasping)
I’ve found it.
What?
I mean we found it.
The tablet.
The tablet that tells the
location of the ancient puzzle.
That’s great.
Let me see.
Look, right here.
It says "the ancient puzzle is
located--"
(Explosion nearby)
What?
SPARTAN: It’s the Daemonites.
They’re attacking.
Time to roar, WildC.A.T.s.
(Yelling)
(Grunting)
♪
Whoa!
Hit ’em, WildC.A.T.s.
(Grunting)
GRIFTER: Keep the heat on,
cats.
Yeah, just what I had in
mind.
(Yelling)
(Beeping)
H.A.R.M.: Warning, circuits
overheating.
Then permit me to fan the
flames.
Fire with fire.
(Yelling)
(Coughing)
What’s happening?
You saved my life.
Makes us even, for the time
you saved me...in Meldesnas.
Meldesnas?
But that was--
That was--
Look out!
Get up.
We’ve got to get out of here.
Come on, get up!
Get up!
You’re in great danger.
(Gasping)
Jeremy?
Hi, Dad.
Sorry I didn’t write.
(Groaning)
Jeremy.
PIKE: Keep me covered.
Oh, yeah.
Just make sure the cheques
clear.
Please, Jeremy, get up.
PIKE: Give it up, professor.
Just grab the tablet.
You’re coming with us.
That’s what you think.
(Yelling)
Uh, uh, uh.
No chance.
(Screams)
(Panting)
(Yelling)
Slag, H.A.R.M.
Entering vehicular mode.
Time to bail.
PIKE: Let’s go somewhere
quiet and talk.
PROFESSOR: No.
Dad!
Jeremy.
Hang on, I’ll nail them.
No, you might endanger the
professor.
Oh, my--
(Roaring)
Dad.
Them bug faces got my dad!
Easy, easy, big fella.
We’ll get him back.
That’s a promise.
PIKE: Recognise this place,
professor?
Naturally.
I conducted a dig here about 10
years ago with my son.
After an accident, we abandoned
the dig.
We found nothing.
According to this, you quit
just a little too soon.
(Yelling)
As you see.
What is it?
PIKE: A key to the greatest
power in the universe.
A power that will permit the
Daemonites to rule this world
and the entire galaxy.
(Gasping)
What?
Part of it’s missing.
We need to find that piece,
professor.
Looks like you’ve got a job to
do.
No good.
The Daemonites must be digging
again.
Void can’t get a fix.
Maul, you saw the tablet,
right?
Yeah, but it was written in
Sanskrit.
I used to know it, when I was
Jeremy.
You can remember, Maul.
I know you can.
I’m trying.
It said...
♪
Yeah, I remember.
I know where they are.
PIKE: I told you to find that
missing piece.
No, I will never help you.
You’re not going to have much
choice, professor.
No, no!
(Growling)
Hey, bug face.
Like the man said, no!
(Daemonites yelling)
Let’s tear ’em up.
Hold on, Maul.
MAUL: But, Spartan, they’re
getting away.
No need to chase them.
We got what they were after.
PROFESSOR: But I don’t
understand.
How did it happen?
What have you become?
A hero.
See, there were these good
aliens called Kherubim.
And they crashed on Earth a long
time ago.
And, well, it’s a long story.
Save it.
As long as you’re fighting those
evil creatures that’s good
enough for me, my son.
We’ve got the ancient puzzle.
But there’s a key piece missing.
Not for long.
Going up.
I know exactly where it is.
I dropped it in here 10 years
ago, just before the cave-in.
Here you go, Dad.
The missing piece.
PROFESSOR: There.
SPARTAN: What’s it say,
professor?
It says that something called
the orb is hidden in the Temple
of Themiscrya.
The Temple of Themiscrya?
It’s a legend, like Atlantis.
No one knows where it is.
Huh, a lot of good that does
us.
And that the orb can only be
controlled by She Who Can See
Evil Within.
Now wait a minute.
Is this like a prophecy or
something?
Hmm, but to unlock the orb
requires the code of threes.
"Thrice three and again thrice
three creates four."
Hmm, it’s a riddle.
Could mean anything.
Hey!
Daemonite dogs, they attack
again.
VOODOO: They’re taking the
ancient puzzle.
MAUL: Grifterize them!
(Laughing)
Blasted bug faces.
You okay, Spartan?
Just shorted my circuits a
second.
But now the Daemonites have the
information too.
Guess this means the race
for the orb is really gonna
heat up now.
We must prevent them from
obtaining it first.
The freedom of the galaxy
depends on it.
PROFESSOR: You’ll stop them,
won’t you, son?
You got it, Dad.
And after that, I’m coming home.
I promise.
(Laughing maniacally)
♪