Hot Wheels: Battle Force 5 (2009) s01e01 Episode Script
101 - Starting Line
[ENGINE STARTS.]
These are some hot wheels.
[REVVING.]
Yep, definitely hot.
[SIREN WAILING.]
Pull over, Wheeler.
You're speeding.
Sorry, Sheriff Johnson it's not against the law if I'm on the salt flats.
And according to my speedometer, I'm doing the speed limit.
Cactus.
Ah! Wheeler, you're going nowhere fast! Doh! [GASPS.]
That's strange.
And around here, that's as close as it gets to fun.
[LAUGHS.]
[GRUNTING.]
Uhn.
Where in the world? Uh, the universe, am I? You're dreaming this, Vert.
Nope.
It's real.
Oh, no.
It's closing.
No.
Wait.
No! Ah! FEMALE VOICE: Help.
[GASPS.]
Oh.
[GASPS.]
[GROWLING.]
Get your claws off, Krocomodo.
[GROWLING.]
[RO ARING.]
[SNORTS, GROWLS.]
- Give me back the key, Kalus.
- The battlekey belongs to me.
[GROWLS.]
I will not allow you to destroy any more worlds.
You are the last of your kind.
You can do nothing to stop me.
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
Get in.
[GRUNTING.]
We must flee through the portal that brought you here.
Before we go anywhere, I need some answers.
Who are you? What are those freaky creatures? And where exactly are we? Those creatures are called Vandals.
They are a species of savage conquerors.
I am Sage, a Sentient.
And we are in an inter-dimensional battlezone.
A battle-what? Battlezone, one of many throughout the multiverse.
Hey, I just had this thing painted.
Now you're starting to make me mad.
Wah! Uhn! [GROWLS.]
VERT: So long, fur ball.
Do you know a good garage in this wasteland? I need to make some repairs.
[BEEPS.]
[RO ARS.]
VERT: What is this thing? SAGE: A Mobius Command Center.
It functions as a mobile repair station a storehouse of knowledge, as well as a power source for me.
Why don't we just ride this beast out of here? It is damaged beyond repair.
Let us hope it has enough energy to perform one last function.
Hey, hey.
What are you doing? This is a self-contained power cell that contains blueprints to upgrade your vehicle.
This device will analyze you and customize the capabilities of your vehicle to your personality.
If it means a free paint job, knock yourself out.
SAGE: Unfortunately, all other systems will need to shut down including the cloaking device.
There.
The Mobius Command Center.
Huh! Oh.
Cool.
A high-impact, G-force-resistant battlesuit.
Hmm.
Uh Oh-ho-ho.
Cooler.
To complete the upgrade, the bond with your machine you must name the vehicle.
The Saber.
[ALARM BLARING.]
SAGE: Kalus and his Vandals are near.
The key will signal you when you get close to the portal.
- The portal's gone.
It doesn't exist.
- This battlekey will unlock it.
Once you are through, take the key and lock the portal on the Earth side.
You're coming, right? I must travel in hibernation mode to conserve energy.
Cool.
Alien to go.
[BLOWS HORN.]
Sever, Krocomodo, seize command of the MOBI and strip it of its resources.
I will pursue the sub-creature.
Yes, Captain Kalus.
Aah! - Ah! - Ha-ha-ha.
Hatch, move in.
Feel the sting of my Scarib.
[GROWLING.]
[ALARM BLARING.]
Run.
It's gonna blow! [LAUGHS.]
[SCREAMS.]
So long, roach boy.
Did you think you could insult me and get away with it? This ends now.
- Ha-ha-ha! - Uhn.
Ah! [LAUGHS.]
VERT: That'll do.
- Uhn! - Ha-ha-ha.
Here goes nothing.
I made it.
Whoo-hoo-hoo! The stormshock.
[KALUS LAUGHS.]
How do I close this thing? Reach for the key.
It will come to you.
[GROWLS.]
We did it.
So long, Vandals.
[SAGE GRO ANING.]
Sage, are you okay? Each time I go through a stormshock, it weakens me.
Erases part of my memory.
I have traveled far.
Perhaps too far.
I must hibernate.
You gotta teach me that trick.
Sage? Sage? SAGE: I am in the lower level.
- I don't have a lower level.
SAGE: You do now.
My own secret underground base.
How did you make all of this? With Sentient-based nanotech.
Creating this was simple compared to creating the multiverse.
- Your people created all the battlezones? - Yes.
But everything that we have created is under attack.
The Vandals and Sark destroyed my homeworld each taking one of the twin planets.
While the Vandals are a tribal dictatorship led by Kalus the Sark are cold, calculating and deadly robots led by Zemerik.
It is only a matter of time before their war spreads to this planet.
- Not if I can help it.
- You are a formidable warrior.
But you will need help.
That is why I have contacted the rest of your team.
Team? No, I work alone.
The fist is made up of five fingers just as the Saber is one of the five forces required to save your world.
I sense a stormshock opening.
I'm on it.
SAGE: Remember Vert, once you enter the battlezone you must secure the battlekey, return to Earth and lock the portal behind you.
[GRUNTS.]
Let the battle begin.
[GRUNTING.]
Man, I love how this baby shreds.
The battlekey.
Time to shut this battlezone down.
Great.
That must be Zemerik.
What are my orders, my lord? I want you to find whatever did this, neutralize it and bring me the battlekey.
Yes, Lord Zemerik.
Maybe Sage was right.
A team would've been good right about now.
[YAWNS.]
This is not a video-game convention.
No, no, no.
Wait.
Come back.
You dropped us off in Oh.
I am not gonna get Wi-Fi out here.
I was told there was an off-road race.
You? Um The World Mixed Martial Arts Championship.
- Hah! - We've been scammed.
[CAR APPRO ACHING.]
MAN: Oh! Oh! Aiyyee! Ah! Oh! Oi! Now, that's just plain rude.
[MUSIC PLAYS O VER SPEAKERS.]
I say, you know where the party is? VERT: Some backup would be nice.
Someone to do a little recon.
Someone with ranged attacks.
Someone with a little muscle.
- Or I will have you reprogrammed.
- Yeah, some muscle would definitely help.
I detect something.
An organic.
It has the key.
Uh-oh.
Stop the organic.
Zug will smash it.
[GRUNTING.]
[RO ARS.]
[MUSIC PLAYING.]
[BEEPS.]
[GRUNTS.]
Who wants to help me destroy a pack of killer robots? Hands up.
Uhn! [SCREAMS.]
[GRUNTING.]
Hey, metal head, you into slam dancing? Oh! Oh! [GRUNTING.]
Hey, bro, throw me.
Bull's-eye! Uh Hi.
It appears that I have a new world to conquer.
VERT: Everybody okay? - Who are you? - What in the world were those things? Where did you come from? More importantly who's gonna reimburse me for my boom box? Chill, guys.
Let's head back to my garage grab a few sodas, and Sage will fill you all in.
Sage? So you tricked us into coming here because you need us to save the universe from killer robots and mutant animals? - That is correct.
- Why us? Because each of you brings something unique to the team.
And you are the best of the best.
So we're like superheroes? Exactly.
And if we don't work together our homes and everything we believe in will be destroyed.
You are civilization's last and greatest hope.
- So who's in? - This means saving the planet, I'm in.
- We're in.
- We're in.
- Totally.
- Eh.
Get a cool car.
Eh.
[GROWLING.]
Strike harder, Krocomodo.
It is only through combat that a Vandal becomes stronger.
HATCH: Captain Kalus.
I managed to intercept a Sark transmission emanating from a new world.
[GROWLS.]
KALUS: The sub-creature.
We shall ravage his homeworld.
Ah! I spent years building that.
Four vehicles with four functions remain.
Zoom, you are nimble and an expert Muay Thai fighter.
Uh Awesome wheels.
Ai-yah! The Chopper.
You will be the team's scout.
Agura, you possess great hunting skills.
You will be the team's special-operations officer.
The Tangler.
Sherman, you possess brains and brawn.
And, Spinner, you posses unparalleled hacking abilities and hand-eye coordination.
You both will be the team's strategic tactical and tech support.
- The Buster.
- The Buster.
Stanford, your expertise with sound and deadly accuracy makes you the team's artillery expert.
Hmm.
The Boomer.
The Pulsator.
Hold on.
The Reverb.
Yeah.
And, Vert, you display qualities of bravery and fearlessness.
You will be the team's leader.
You shall be known as The Battle Force 5.
One, two, three Um There are six of us.
He's counting vehicles.
I knew that.
SPINNER: So let me get this straight.
When we're not fighting evil creatures from other dimensions we pretend to be test drivers for SpectraMotors? That's the cover story.
I say we take our sweet new rides and hightail it out of this dead-end town.
The Sark and Vandals are tyrants, and tyrants must be stopped.
Speaking of tyrants - Vert Wheeler.
- Ouch.
We're not here to cause any trouble, Sheriff Johnson.
[BEEPING.]
SAGE: Stormshock opening in T-minus-3 minutes.
Repeat - What was that? - That there's an alien communicator.
Ha-ha.
Relax, Zeke.
They're just high-tech watches from Japan.
You better not be up to any funny business, Wheeler.
Yes, sir.
No funny business.
Guys, we gotta jet.
- Stormshock opening in T-minus-3 minutes.
- Heh-heh-heh.
The invasion has begun.
Yeah, that That Well Ahem.
Watches from Japan.
Yeah, I'm telling you, Grace, the aliens are out there.
Prepare to attack! [GROWLING.]
Vandals.
Follow me to the portal.
SAGE: I wish you all had more time to prepare.
Do your best to retrieve the battlekey and seal the portal from our enemies.
Nothing like on-the-job training.
Battle Force 5, it's storm-riding time.
These are some hot wheels.
[REVVING.]
Yep, definitely hot.
[SIREN WAILING.]
Pull over, Wheeler.
You're speeding.
Sorry, Sheriff Johnson it's not against the law if I'm on the salt flats.
And according to my speedometer, I'm doing the speed limit.
Cactus.
Ah! Wheeler, you're going nowhere fast! Doh! [GASPS.]
That's strange.
And around here, that's as close as it gets to fun.
[LAUGHS.]
[GRUNTING.]
Uhn.
Where in the world? Uh, the universe, am I? You're dreaming this, Vert.
Nope.
It's real.
Oh, no.
It's closing.
No.
Wait.
No! Ah! FEMALE VOICE: Help.
[GASPS.]
Oh.
[GASPS.]
[GROWLING.]
Get your claws off, Krocomodo.
[GROWLING.]
[RO ARING.]
[SNORTS, GROWLS.]
- Give me back the key, Kalus.
- The battlekey belongs to me.
[GROWLS.]
I will not allow you to destroy any more worlds.
You are the last of your kind.
You can do nothing to stop me.
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
Get in.
[GRUNTING.]
We must flee through the portal that brought you here.
Before we go anywhere, I need some answers.
Who are you? What are those freaky creatures? And where exactly are we? Those creatures are called Vandals.
They are a species of savage conquerors.
I am Sage, a Sentient.
And we are in an inter-dimensional battlezone.
A battle-what? Battlezone, one of many throughout the multiverse.
Hey, I just had this thing painted.
Now you're starting to make me mad.
Wah! Uhn! [GROWLS.]
VERT: So long, fur ball.
Do you know a good garage in this wasteland? I need to make some repairs.
[BEEPS.]
[RO ARS.]
VERT: What is this thing? SAGE: A Mobius Command Center.
It functions as a mobile repair station a storehouse of knowledge, as well as a power source for me.
Why don't we just ride this beast out of here? It is damaged beyond repair.
Let us hope it has enough energy to perform one last function.
Hey, hey.
What are you doing? This is a self-contained power cell that contains blueprints to upgrade your vehicle.
This device will analyze you and customize the capabilities of your vehicle to your personality.
If it means a free paint job, knock yourself out.
SAGE: Unfortunately, all other systems will need to shut down including the cloaking device.
There.
The Mobius Command Center.
Huh! Oh.
Cool.
A high-impact, G-force-resistant battlesuit.
Hmm.
Uh Oh-ho-ho.
Cooler.
To complete the upgrade, the bond with your machine you must name the vehicle.
The Saber.
[ALARM BLARING.]
SAGE: Kalus and his Vandals are near.
The key will signal you when you get close to the portal.
- The portal's gone.
It doesn't exist.
- This battlekey will unlock it.
Once you are through, take the key and lock the portal on the Earth side.
You're coming, right? I must travel in hibernation mode to conserve energy.
Cool.
Alien to go.
[BLOWS HORN.]
Sever, Krocomodo, seize command of the MOBI and strip it of its resources.
I will pursue the sub-creature.
Yes, Captain Kalus.
Aah! - Ah! - Ha-ha-ha.
Hatch, move in.
Feel the sting of my Scarib.
[GROWLING.]
[ALARM BLARING.]
Run.
It's gonna blow! [LAUGHS.]
[SCREAMS.]
So long, roach boy.
Did you think you could insult me and get away with it? This ends now.
- Ha-ha-ha! - Uhn.
Ah! [LAUGHS.]
VERT: That'll do.
- Uhn! - Ha-ha-ha.
Here goes nothing.
I made it.
Whoo-hoo-hoo! The stormshock.
[KALUS LAUGHS.]
How do I close this thing? Reach for the key.
It will come to you.
[GROWLS.]
We did it.
So long, Vandals.
[SAGE GRO ANING.]
Sage, are you okay? Each time I go through a stormshock, it weakens me.
Erases part of my memory.
I have traveled far.
Perhaps too far.
I must hibernate.
You gotta teach me that trick.
Sage? Sage? SAGE: I am in the lower level.
- I don't have a lower level.
SAGE: You do now.
My own secret underground base.
How did you make all of this? With Sentient-based nanotech.
Creating this was simple compared to creating the multiverse.
- Your people created all the battlezones? - Yes.
But everything that we have created is under attack.
The Vandals and Sark destroyed my homeworld each taking one of the twin planets.
While the Vandals are a tribal dictatorship led by Kalus the Sark are cold, calculating and deadly robots led by Zemerik.
It is only a matter of time before their war spreads to this planet.
- Not if I can help it.
- You are a formidable warrior.
But you will need help.
That is why I have contacted the rest of your team.
Team? No, I work alone.
The fist is made up of five fingers just as the Saber is one of the five forces required to save your world.
I sense a stormshock opening.
I'm on it.
SAGE: Remember Vert, once you enter the battlezone you must secure the battlekey, return to Earth and lock the portal behind you.
[GRUNTS.]
Let the battle begin.
[GRUNTING.]
Man, I love how this baby shreds.
The battlekey.
Time to shut this battlezone down.
Great.
That must be Zemerik.
What are my orders, my lord? I want you to find whatever did this, neutralize it and bring me the battlekey.
Yes, Lord Zemerik.
Maybe Sage was right.
A team would've been good right about now.
[YAWNS.]
This is not a video-game convention.
No, no, no.
Wait.
Come back.
You dropped us off in Oh.
I am not gonna get Wi-Fi out here.
I was told there was an off-road race.
You? Um The World Mixed Martial Arts Championship.
- Hah! - We've been scammed.
[CAR APPRO ACHING.]
MAN: Oh! Oh! Aiyyee! Ah! Oh! Oi! Now, that's just plain rude.
[MUSIC PLAYS O VER SPEAKERS.]
I say, you know where the party is? VERT: Some backup would be nice.
Someone to do a little recon.
Someone with ranged attacks.
Someone with a little muscle.
- Or I will have you reprogrammed.
- Yeah, some muscle would definitely help.
I detect something.
An organic.
It has the key.
Uh-oh.
Stop the organic.
Zug will smash it.
[GRUNTING.]
[RO ARS.]
[MUSIC PLAYING.]
[BEEPS.]
[GRUNTS.]
Who wants to help me destroy a pack of killer robots? Hands up.
Uhn! [SCREAMS.]
[GRUNTING.]
Hey, metal head, you into slam dancing? Oh! Oh! [GRUNTING.]
Hey, bro, throw me.
Bull's-eye! Uh Hi.
It appears that I have a new world to conquer.
VERT: Everybody okay? - Who are you? - What in the world were those things? Where did you come from? More importantly who's gonna reimburse me for my boom box? Chill, guys.
Let's head back to my garage grab a few sodas, and Sage will fill you all in.
Sage? So you tricked us into coming here because you need us to save the universe from killer robots and mutant animals? - That is correct.
- Why us? Because each of you brings something unique to the team.
And you are the best of the best.
So we're like superheroes? Exactly.
And if we don't work together our homes and everything we believe in will be destroyed.
You are civilization's last and greatest hope.
- So who's in? - This means saving the planet, I'm in.
- We're in.
- We're in.
- Totally.
- Eh.
Get a cool car.
Eh.
[GROWLING.]
Strike harder, Krocomodo.
It is only through combat that a Vandal becomes stronger.
HATCH: Captain Kalus.
I managed to intercept a Sark transmission emanating from a new world.
[GROWLS.]
KALUS: The sub-creature.
We shall ravage his homeworld.
Ah! I spent years building that.
Four vehicles with four functions remain.
Zoom, you are nimble and an expert Muay Thai fighter.
Uh Awesome wheels.
Ai-yah! The Chopper.
You will be the team's scout.
Agura, you possess great hunting skills.
You will be the team's special-operations officer.
The Tangler.
Sherman, you possess brains and brawn.
And, Spinner, you posses unparalleled hacking abilities and hand-eye coordination.
You both will be the team's strategic tactical and tech support.
- The Buster.
- The Buster.
Stanford, your expertise with sound and deadly accuracy makes you the team's artillery expert.
Hmm.
The Boomer.
The Pulsator.
Hold on.
The Reverb.
Yeah.
And, Vert, you display qualities of bravery and fearlessness.
You will be the team's leader.
You shall be known as The Battle Force 5.
One, two, three Um There are six of us.
He's counting vehicles.
I knew that.
SPINNER: So let me get this straight.
When we're not fighting evil creatures from other dimensions we pretend to be test drivers for SpectraMotors? That's the cover story.
I say we take our sweet new rides and hightail it out of this dead-end town.
The Sark and Vandals are tyrants, and tyrants must be stopped.
Speaking of tyrants - Vert Wheeler.
- Ouch.
We're not here to cause any trouble, Sheriff Johnson.
[BEEPING.]
SAGE: Stormshock opening in T-minus-3 minutes.
Repeat - What was that? - That there's an alien communicator.
Ha-ha.
Relax, Zeke.
They're just high-tech watches from Japan.
You better not be up to any funny business, Wheeler.
Yes, sir.
No funny business.
Guys, we gotta jet.
- Stormshock opening in T-minus-3 minutes.
- Heh-heh-heh.
The invasion has begun.
Yeah, that That Well Ahem.
Watches from Japan.
Yeah, I'm telling you, Grace, the aliens are out there.
Prepare to attack! [GROWLING.]
Vandals.
Follow me to the portal.
SAGE: I wish you all had more time to prepare.
Do your best to retrieve the battlekey and seal the portal from our enemies.
Nothing like on-the-job training.
Battle Force 5, it's storm-riding time.