♪ 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♪
MARLOWE: WildC.A.T.s mission
log, entry 31.17.
We suspect the Daemonites have
learned the Temple of
Themiscrya’s location.
But for some reason, they’re not
going after it...yet.
MAN: It’s called a concussion
bomb.
We use them to restart depleted
oilfields.
All right, we’re outta here.
Their explosive frequency is
specifically designed to shatter
rock.
This releases any trapped oil in
the stone.
Watch.
(Rumbling)
There you are.
More oil from a dry field.
What do you think, Mr. Dockwell?
Most impressive.
And you say these concussion
bombs can be used for mining as
well?
Absolutely.
Are you going after something
valuable?
(Laughing)
You might say that.
You might say that indeed.
(Humming)
The orb, source of ultimate
power.
Buried beneath a million tonnes
of rock.
It is, at the moment, out of my
reach.
But not for long.
Dockwell, report.
The concussion bombs are
everything you anticipated,
Lord Helspont.
We have arranged to take
delivery of two dozen.
More than enough to blast our
way down to the temple.
Excellent.
But be sure to emphasize the
need for security, Dockwell.
I want no interference from
those blasted WildC.A.T.s this
time.
(Alarm ringing)
WildC.A.T. alert, WildC.A.T.
alert.
Daemonite activity detected.
All WildC.A.T. team members
please respond.
(Yawning)
Okay, okay.
Voodoo!
(Groaning)
Sorry.
Yes, you certainly are.
I sometimes find it hard to
believe that a single drop of
Kherubim blood flows in your
veins.
Now move, girl!
There is an alert in progress.
(Screaming)
It is unwise to do that to one
of the Coda.
You might have lost that arm.
I live for danger.
But, hey, ease up on the kid,
okay?
She ain’t had your training.
We are in a war, and she is
no warrior.
Ever heard of a secret
weapon?
According to the writing on that
rock we found, she’s the only
one can handle the orb.
This is true.
And of course, she is quite
attractive as well, hm?
Not to me.
Let’s go.
I hope you hired extra
guards.
We have business rivals who will
stop at nothing to prevent our
success.
Don’t worry, everything’s
under...
(Exploding)
...control?
(Weapons firing)
These guys don’t look like
drones.
They’re not.
They’re all human.
(Weapons firing)
(Gasping)
Except for Dockwell, there.
Destroy the criminal scum!
They think we’re the bad
guys.
And there’s no time to argue
the point.
Maul, get tall.
Oh, yeah.
(Growling)
You know what I like.
(Screaming)
(Growling)
(Screaming)
(Growling)
Hurry up with those crates.
Blast!
Never mind that.
Bring it, and quickly!
(Engine roaring)
Mind if I cut in?
(Crashing)
The bug faces are skying out
of here.
I’m on it.
Cover me.
(Weapons firing)
(Groaning)
(Gasping)
What were they taking?
Speak up!
C-c-concussion bombs.
Said they were for mining.
Bombs?
Voodoo, no!
Oops.
V, look out!
(Exploding)
(Screaming)
Maul!
Maul, Maul!
(Sobbing)
(Groaning)
Maul, please, I’m sorry!
Hey, V, don’t sweat it.
I’m not going anywhere.
(Rumbling)
It was an accident.
It was a booby trap.
I didn’t know.
(Groaning)
GRIFTER: Anything you say.
Hmph.
Well, we got one lucky break,
anyway.
Our fire knocked loose the
hover ship’s black box.
It has a record of all recent
Daemonite transmissions.
HELSPONT: And get those
concussion bombs to Samosir
immediately.
You must start unearthing that
temple.
As you can hear, the bug
faces have found the Temple of
Themiscrya.
We have to play ahead.
Where’s Samosir?
It’s a large island in the
centre of a Sumatran lake.
Mountainous, lightly populated.
You seem to know a great deal
about it.
I just bought it, which makes
things nice and legal.
’Cause it means old cinder face
and his slime suckers just
became trespassers.
Then I suggest we prosecute
’em.
WildC.A.T. style.
Negative, not until Maul’s
recovered.
We don’t go in without a full
team.
Do you think it is wise to
take everyone?
That’s what I said.
We stay a team, because right
now the Daemonites are a lot
closer to that orb than we are.
♪
(Exploding)
Knock, knock.
Brought you some chicken soup.
Hiya, V.
Thanks.
Mm.
Void says I’ll be okay by this
afternoon.
The Kherubim genes make for a
fast recovery.
I’m glad.
Hey, it wasn’t your fault.
Stuff like this comes with the
job.
Sure, only it seems to come a
lot more often when I’m around.
Oh, I just can’t seem to get the
hang of this battle stuff.
Sometimes I think you guys would
be better off without me.
I wouldn’t.
Aw, thanks, Maul.
(Exploding)
Get that rock cleared.
Move it!
(Splashing)
(Sighing)
Lord Helspont, this is
Dockwell.
There’s something here you might
want to see.
♪
(Whooshing)
WildC.A.T.s are on their way,
Lord Helspont.
SPARTAN: Disengaging cloak.
Glad you waited for me to
join the party.
(Beeping)
Incoming.
Daemonite heat seeker
approaching 23 degrees west.
On second thought, maybe I
should have stayed in bed.
Aw, no sweat.
Leave it to the G-man.
(Weapon firing)
(Exploding)
Aw, yeah, on the money.
Not unimpressive.
Especially for a human.
Thanks, I’ll try to consider
that a compliment.
It was intended to be.
Uh-huh.
(Sighing)
ZEALOT: ETA Samosir, 1400
hours.
Ah, at last.
After these many thousand years
of searching, the Temple of
Themiscrya.
At last!
Hold, Lord.
I foresee disaster awaiting at
almost every step.
Ah, yes, I see.
The temple has many hidden
traps.
I salute the ingenuity of the
elders.
But a trap must have a trigger.
Where?
I sense it.
There, it is a concealed
scanner.
It selects the traps and
activates them.
Then let it be deactivated.
The galaxy awaits my rule.
(Engine roaring)
Approaching Samosir.
Shall we engage the cloak?
(Whirring)
Save the power for the weapon
systems.
We’re going in.
(Weapons firing)
Destroy the WildC.A.T.s!
SPARTAN: Auto pilot engaged.
(Exploding)
Sharpen ’em up, C.A.T.s.
It’s time to pounce.
(Screaming)
Yeah, let’s rock and roll!
(Weapons firing)
Maul, Warblade, take out
those missiles!
All right.
(Gasping)
Let’s go.
(Fire roaring)
(Weapons firing)
(Rumbling)
What?
Lord Helspont, the
WildC.A.T.s are attacking!
Yes.
Somehow I had assumed that was
the case.
DOCKWELL: Should we call for
reinforcements?
No need.
I shall simply reactivate the
temple’s defences.
Let the Kherubim’s own weapons
be the source of their downfall.
Well, there it is, C.A.T.s.
The Temple of Themiscrya.
ZEALOT: The greatest monument
ever created by the Kherubim
elders.
Gee, it looked so much bigger
in the brochure.
I beg your pardon?
He’s teasing you, don’t
worry.
Go on, get in there.
Hey, don’t crease the
threads.
I have taught him much, yet
still he confuses me.
Yeah, well, I may be a couple
of thousand years younger than
you, but I know guys.
You want some advice?
Hey, you two, let’s go.
Save your insights for the
temple, youngster.
And try not to jeopardize the
mission this time.
(Clanking)
Clear, move in.
MAUL: Where do you think
smoke skull is?
Probably halfway to the orb.
If he hasn’t got it already.
Stay alert, C.A.T.s.
Look at these carvings.
(Gasping)
(Rumbling)
(Screaming)
(Thudding)
Zealot!
(Weapon firing)
What the--
This ain’t no funhouse.
(Screaming)
(Thudding)
Guys?
Guys!
(Laughing)
Uh, anybody?
Maul, Spartan?
Zealot?
Oh, no.
I’ve done it big this time.
(Laughing)
This is excellent.
The one they call Voodoo has
been separated from the other
WildC.A.T.s.
She is completely at my mercy.
Beware, Lord.
I foresee great danger.
Remember, she is the one of
whom the prophecy speaks.
Only she has the power to wield
the orb.
Bah.
(Exploding)
You forget that I am a
Daemonite.
If I possess her body, her
powers shall be mine to control.
The prophecy will be fulfilled,
but with the orb at my command.
I foresee at least one path
wherein you succeed, Lord, but
take care.
She may be more dangerous than
you realize.
That child?
(Laughing)
She has no conception of her own
powers.
I shall take her easily.
Where is everybody?
Spartan?
Voodoo.
VOODOO: Where are you?
Some sort of cell.
(Grunting)
Whoa!
Magnetically shielded.
Can’t blast out.
Where’s the team?
Don’t know.
I’ll see if I can--
(Exploding)
Voodoo, Voodoo!
(Laughing)
(Screaming)
(Laughing)
Come back, child.
Come to me.
You have nothing to lose but
your soul.
(Panting)
Whoa!
(Gasping)
(Laughing)
(Growling)
♪
ORB: Voodoo.
(Gasping)
Voodoo, Priscilla Kitaen.
Come, free me.
No, my friends.
Leave them.
Leave them and free me.
Together, we can do anything.
I--
(Gasping)
(Roaring)
It’s Helspont, he’s coming.
I don’t know what to do!
Where is everybody?
Where’s...where’s...Maul!
MAUL: Hey, V, calm down,
kitten.
VOODOO: Where areyou?
Looks like the basement.
Place is holding up the whole
temple.
If I try to bust out, I’ll dump
the whole building.
(Roaring)
But Helspont’s coming!
I can hear him.
Must be right overhead.
Really?
Maul, can you see any little
triangular lights?
Yeah, way up there.
Then hang on.
♪
(Roaring)
Maul!
MAUL: Stay calm, V, you can
handle it.
(Laughing)
Come, child.
Resistance is useless.
Your friends will be destroyed.
You will become part of me, for
I am your master.
No!
(Groaning)
Foolish child.
Your power is no match for mine.
Oh, yeah?
Well, ha!
(Screaming)
Dockwell!
(Groaning)
That is better.
And now...
(Laughing)
(Crashing)
What?
(Growling)
Knock, knock.
No!
(Thudding)
(Crashing)
(Growling)
Oh, yeah, let freedom ring.
(Weapons firing)
(Crashing)
Where’s Zealot?
There!
I’m on it.
(Exploding)
It is about time.
Spartan!
(Crashing)
What the?
Hey, fearless leader.
Join the party.
VOODOO: The orb’s just ahead.
I heard it calling.
(Gasping)
The orb.
Source of ultimate power.
I never thought I would see
it.
Seems to be protected by some
sort of force field.
Never seen anything like it.
It cannot be opened without
the code of threes.
You are sure?
I am.
Hm, brights, three.
Maybe it’s trinomial notation.
A base-3 formula.
Nah.
(Screaming)
Get away!
The orb is mine!
No.
(Zapping)
What?
No effect.
Well, let me rock your world,
flamer.
Full nitro, let’s make toast.
(Screaming)
(Exploding)
VOODOO: The temple’s destruct
mechanism has been activated.
(Exploding)
SPARTAN: Time to go, C.A.T.s.
ORB: Voodoo, I’ll be waiting.
♪
Blast.
MARLOWE: So the orb is not
destroyed?
No, sir.
Just out of reach.
And until we crack the code
of threes, it’s gonna stay that
way.
Looks like you got your work
cut out for you.
GRIFTER: Great night, eh?
It is...adequate.
You did well today.
I was not displeased.
Really?
Is that all you have to say?
That is all.
I guess it is.
Evening.
Greetings, Voodoo.
I wish to commend you on your
courage today.
You truly have the warrior
spirit.
Thank you.
Zealot, tell him.
Tell him how you feel.
No.
There are some things even a
Coda warrior lacks the courage
to confess.
♪