Thundercats (1985) s01e17 Episode Script

Stand by for Thundrillium pour.
That Thundrillium meteor we salvaged from Hook Mountain is completely melted down.
But first we have to pour off the bad stuff.
Bad stuff? I thought it was pure Thundrillium.
It was pure, Tygra, while it was still in space.
But when it slammed into Hook Mountain it burned right down through that thick ice to bedrock.
It amalgamated with some strange Third Earth metal.
We had nothing like it on Thundera.
The robot Berbils call it gold.
It's heavy, but not as heavy as Thundrillium.
So it runs off first.
Then we can pour off the pure Thundrillium.
See, Tygra this gold stuff is soft pulls apart too easily, has a low melting point won't react with other metals or chemicals.
It's just junk.
Come on.
Time to pour that pure Thundrillium.
Junk? Why, it's beautiful.
And see how it glitters.
I love it, all of it.
Goodbye, junk.
Well, we've still ended up with a great new supply of Thundrillium thanks to Lion-O rescuing the meteor from the Snowmen of Hook Mountain.
Say, where is the lord of all the Thundercats? Lion-O? He's off on another exploring trip.
Lion-O, what is this place? All those spooky caves, big ones and little ones.
According to the Berbils, Snarf this is the home of the trolls and giants.
- Little caves for trolls, big caves for - I know.
Giants.
But anybody can see there are no giants around here.
- Let's take a closer look.
- You go.
I'm gonna rest against this tree! Oh, no! Guess you believe in giants now, Snarf.
Here.
That big stomper was either friendly or he didn't even notice us.
I was taken by surprise or l We could've handled him.
Of course.
Now, let's inspect those caves.
Moons of Thundera! Whoa, Hopper! - Well, whom have we here? - He's short.
That means a small cave.
A troll.
Absolutely correct.
I am Grygory Grygion.
I live in the third cave on the right.
Or is it the left? I can never remember.
But who are you? And what brings you and your little friend to our land? Little? I'm twice your size, short legs.
True.
True.
But I've always felt that one's legs were long enough if they reach the ground.
I like you, Grygory Grygion.
I am Lion-O, lord of the Thundercats.
And this is my loyal companion, Snarf.
Now, where are you going on that strange mount? I must ride through the Midnight Woods where the Shadow Robber lives carrying valuable goods.
He will surely rob me, even harm me, unless Unless what, Grygory? Unless you and your larger-than-I friend would protect me.
Protect you? Of course we shall.
We Thundercats are the sworn protectors of all good beings on Third Earth.
- Right, Snarf? - Of course.
Right, right.
How can I ever thank you? Thanks are not necessary to a Thundercat.
Lead on, Grygory Grygion.
I see how it got its name, Midnight Woods.
- I can't see my own whiskers.
- Stay close, Snarf.
Be on guard, my friends and strike quickly should the Shadow Robber show his evil hand.
Lion-O! Behind you! Tygra! You? By the 12 seas of Thundera! Lion-O! I'd know that laugh in my dreams.
- Mumm-Ra! - The troll was Mumm-Ra.
But he told me to wait here and attack the two robbers he said were following him.
Snarf and me.
What a cunning scheme.
I knew that short-legged smart pants was no good.
Is it done, Mumm-Ra? Done, Slithe.
I have tricked those accursed Thundercats into doing the one thing that will end their power here on Third Earth.
I hope you are right for once, Mumm-Ra.
Too often that whelp, Lion-O, and his followers have turned our own tricks against us.
Not this time, dear Slithe for I have brought upon them the Curse of Balthaz.
- Are you sure you are all right, Tygra? - I'm fine, Lion-O.
But the sword.
It's broken in two.
The sword's powers, Lion-O.
See if they are all right.
Sword of Omens, give me sight beyond sight.
The crossbars do not curl.
The Eye of Thundera, it does not open.
The Thundercat growl is gone.
No! It cannot be! Thunder, thunder, thunder.
Thundercats, ho! It does not grow.
The beam, it's gone too.
Sword of Omens, I, Lion-O, lord of the Thundercats, command you.
Growl and roar! Show your powers! It's no use, Lion-O.
The sword's powers, they're gone.
Yes, Lion-O.
Gone forever.
Because of you.
Jaga! But But I don't understand.
You have brought down the Curse of Balthaz by doing the one thing that robs the sacred blade of its powers.
You used it to attack a fellow Thundercat.
But I didn't know it was Tygra.
It was all a trick by Mumm-Ra.
You acted hastily, Lion-O.
You struck out of anger before you knew what you were striking at.
You're right, Jaga.
I should've been sure before I acted.
But cannot a broken blade be reforged? Yes.
In only one way.
The great volcano near here.
A dwarf star fell into its heart long ago.
Only in that terrible heat only in star fire, can the sword be reforged.
But no living being can withstand such heat.
Thus, the sword's power is forever lost.
No! Wait! He's lost his senses.
After him, Snarf.
This is madness, Lion-O.
You can't go inside that and live.
I must, Tygra.
It's the only way to regain the sword's powers.
If I don't return, you will be the new lord of the Thundercats.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, loyal Snarf.
Stop him.
Stop him! Back to the Cats' Lair, Snarf.
We must get help.
A fire bat.
Waterfall.
Scalding hot.
Got to take a chance.
Can't you get any more speed out of this contraption, Panthro? We're at full revs now.
Any faster and we'll blow the power unit.
We must go faster.
Lion-O is sacrificing himself to regain the sword's powers for the sake of all of us.
- Do not lose hope, Cheetara.
The Inflamer, he will help us.
He lives near the volcano and is the only one who can endure its terrible heat and reforge the sword.
The Inflamer must help us if we get there in time.
Getting hotter, so I still must be going the right way.
Lion-O's inside that somewhere? Ro-Bear-Bill, summon this Inflamer.
Let fire become white.
Let fire become star-bright.
Let the Inflamer come forth.
Nothing.
You sure this is where the Inflamer lives, Ro-Bear-Bill? I am certain.
Inflamer, is that you? What's left of me.
Mutants attacked me.
I drove them off drained all my fire.
I'm so cold, so cold.
Slithe and Mumm-Ra again.
It has all been their evil plot from the very beginning.
Yes.
And without the Inflamer's power to help the sword will never be reforged.
And Lion-O will perish inside this awful volcano.
Gold.
Gold.
He's pointing at Cheetara's gold necklace.
Of course.
If the Inflamer can bathe in pure gold his powers will be renewed.
Gold? That worthless junk we dumped into the bottomless chasm? Too bad.
If we had enough gold, we could save Lion-O and the sword.
But we do have enough.
I saved some.
It's in a storage room at Cats' Lair.
There may still be time to get it.
Come on, Cheetara.
It's ThunderTank time.
The dwarf star, just below.
But I'm running out of strength.
Must not give up.
Must fight on.
Panthro and Cheetara will never return in time.
I'm going after Lion-O.
Not while you're within my reach, little Snarf.
Look! It's them.
The Inflamer, he's gone.
Drowned in that gold junk.
Lion-O.
We must go in after him in the tank but he could be anywhere in that maze.
Wait.
I gave Lion-O a locator disc to wear.
I'm getting a blip on the scope.
Lion-O is near the volcano's heart.
Hang on.
We're going in.
We've lost the blip.
Got to stay on this course and hope to home in on Lion-O.
We've got him, Cheetara.
Now to get out of here before the tank melts.
The Inflamer, he must've melted in that stuff.
No.
Look.
Hot! Hot! It feels so good! - Gone! - Amazing! What's that noise? The ThunderTank! And they've got Lion-O.
The The sword.
I left it in the volcano.
Must save it.
Look! Look up there! Thundercats! I have reforged your puny blade.
Come and get it! Inflamer! He's turned against us.
He's a mercenary.
His powers are for hire.
If he wants more gold, we haven't any.
Thundercats! Come and get your sacred sword if you dare.
The sword! It's my fault this is happening.
No, Lion-O! He'll destroy you! The sword, give it up, mercenary.
Try and take it, Thundercat.
Sword of Omens, by the Eye of Thundera, I command you.
Come to me.
I will make you pay for that, Thundercat.
The Inflamer's blowing the mountain apart.
Into the tank.
Thunder, thunder, thunder.
Thundercats, ho! Thundercats, ho! Pure Thundrillium enough to power the lair for years.
But it was that gold junk, Panthro, that saved Lion-O and the sword.
Not really.
It was Cheetara.
If she hadn't saved some of it, the sword and I would still be inside that volcano.
No, Lion-O.
The true hero is you.
Risking your life to lift that awful curse.
Hail, Lion-O, lord of the Thundercats! Lion-O, put me down.
Hail, Cheetara, worth her weight in gold!