02x03 - Eternia 2000

[bunniefuu]

Everybody else has a nemesis.

Special attacks, too.

Pretty jewel in your helmet there.

Ever wonder where it came from?

Rammy, do the gold eyes thing!

I can't!

Why am I so different?

Answer me, Tapestry.

Krass?

Ahh!
I wasn't talking to a tapestry.

That would be ridiculous.

Um, sure.

Team meeting?

Okay...

Huh, but how does it...

You said you were done with him.

I'm still working on it.

King Stratos, how nice of you
to have started the meeting without us.

You're late,
but I'll let you two slide this time.

I'm kidding.

Or am I?

Duncan, what did we miss?

I don't mind repeating it
because it is so very cool.

- I scanned...
- This genius right here scanned...

is that the right word, scanned?

Uh... yes.

- Anyway, I scanned...
- My sigil piece.

Our sigil piece and discovered...

It's real hot with... wait for it...
moto-Havoc!

Duncan may have meant to say proto-Havoc.

I did say proto. Thank you, Cringer.

That isn't a word,
but I'll let that slide.

- It's your first day on the job, too.
- Let Dinky finish.

I'm gonna let you finish.

Proto-Havoc?

Your uncle's Havoc is more... refined,
I guess.

This stuff is old,
"creation of the universe" -type energy.

How did you find it?

Basically, I used
the Wind Raider's instruments to scan

for other sources of the same proto-Havoc
and found this.

So where is it?

The question is, where is it not?

Whoever has it is running in circles
on a 2,000-mile circuit.

Has Trap-Jaw heard anything
from Evil-Lyn since she was exiled?

Not a peep.

How does that make Trap-Jaw feel?

Let's just say he's enjoying the quiet.

Silence!

And try to keep up.
The second sigil piece awaits.

You might be asking yourself

how I knew to check inside Randor's vault.

The bearded buffoon kept a diary,

a very thorough diary,

that detailed, amongst other inanities,

an archaeological dig some eight years ago

wherein the piece was uncovered

and locked beneath the palace
for safekeeping.

Oops.

Why didn't either of you say
I needed that?

Where is my vault?

I have the Power!

♪ The Power is ours ♪

♪ It's in our so-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oul ♪

♪ The Power is ours ♪

♪ It's in our so-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oul ♪

♪ The Power is ours ♪

♪ Hey, we'll find our purpose ♪

♪ 'Cause we know we're worth it ♪

♪ And we'll be remembered ♪

♪ We are the defenders, defenders ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪
- ♪ We fight for the win ♪

♪ We fight till the end ♪

- ♪ We fight for the win ♪
- ♪ The Power is ours ♪

♪ It's in our soul ♪

I saw ships, Orion, baah!

- The rutgers' eyes, so beautiful...
- Psst, Ork-O!

Ahh, origami unicorn!

You done?

Pardon me, Teela,

but even the worst magicians
need a good night's sleep.

Believe me, I'd rather be sleeping, too,
but I have to go.

Go? Go where?

Evelyn was just spotted moving
through one of the other refugee camps.

Oh, no, first Beast Man comes hunting
for us, and now Evil-Lyn, too?

That's the thing.
She wasn't down here for us.

Apparently, she was asking a few
of their witches for help

with a tracking spell.

To track what, or whom?

They think she's going after one of
the Sigil of Hiss pieces without Skeletor.

Mm-mm-mm, treachery in the ranks.

Is there no honor among thieves?

Clearly, you haven't spent enough time
with thieves.

If Evelyn is out there on her own, I might
have a chance of taking her down solo.

But aren't you supposed
to be keeping King Randor safe?

Why do you think I woke you up?

Do you feel safe?

- Origami unicorn!
- What?

What in the name of Grayskull
are you doing here?

Standing guard, Your Majesty.

Was there some kind of threat?

Who goes there?

Must be sleepwalking.

I'm not sure I can blame her.

Doh!

Detective Ork-O is on the case.

Yes, well, best of luck.

The piece is on a train?

The piece is on a train!

It would appear we aren't...

We aren't the only ones interested
in finding it.

Looks like we've got a race here, boys.

- Bandits.
- Setting speed to match.

You guys, hold them back.

- I'll stop the train.
- Don't worry, I'll stop the train.

I'll stop the train!

No, I'll stop the train.

I'll stop the train.

By the Power of Grayskull...

I have the Power!

And what would we like to do
about Skeletor?

Ugh, you have got to be kidding me.

Onward, minions!

Watch and learn, Stratos!

- Talkey, take the wheel!
- Hmm.

Where exactly would you like me
to take it?

What's happening?

It must be some kind of fail-safe.

He-Man, if the train slows down,
it will explode!

Let it explode.

Skeletor can't use a piece of the sigil
that doesn't exist anymore.

We don't know who or what else
is inside that train.

Time for plan B. I'm going in!

Not if I get there first!

Take care of those fools!

Once I bleed this train dry,
you boys will reap the spoils

of whatever cargo is inside.

Sweet energy!

She's trying to drain the engines!

I'm on it.

- Stratos out!
- I'm on Stratos, I guess.

By the Power of Grayskull...

I'll handle Skeletor's g*ons!

Isn't there anything I should know
about flying this vehicle?

Don't crash? By the Power of Grayskull!

You want to maybe do something about
the beast flying that jet, Beast Man?

You're not bad. You guys work out?

Ahh!

I'm not letting you get that sigil piece,
Skeletor!

We'll see about that, Wee-Man.

No violence in the collection.

Where's the fun in that?

No, wait!

Violence detected.
Self-destruct mode initiated.

Ahh!

Long time, kid.

Not long enough.

This track's just one big circle!

Oh, everybody down!

At least something's going right.

So this entire train is the royal vault.

Your father was smart to send it away
when I took Eternos.

Uh-uh-uh!

Smart enough to keep more
than one chaperone on board, too.

We'll see about that.

No violence, right, Skeletor?

Of course, He-Man.

Though I can't see how playing nice
is going to get us anywhere.

Spoken like a true villain.

Get back to me once you've had enough
of your avian sidekick, kid.

Let me show you what
a little common courtesy can do.

Pardon me, but where might
we find the locker containing a piece

of the Sigil of Hiss?

Well, since you asked nicely...

I hate today.

Halt, you wretched robot!

- You're a robot, too.
- I'm an Ork-O.

Abracadabra, abracadee!

What do you want with King Randor?

I don't have wants,

only a directive.

Extraction and distraction.

What happened?

Oh, no.

This is ridiculous.

Would you prefer to be exploded?

Honestly, yeah, I might.

Don't flatter yourself.

Why are you guys waltzing again?

It seemed a polite way to pass the time
as we plod ahead in circles

until the throne is restored.

Twirl me, please.

Twirl me, please!

Too easy.

Ahh!

No!

Twirl me, please!

Twirl me, please!

- Twirl me, please.
- Twirl me, please!

We'll just take the engine.

Uncouple the cars!

Not so fast!

Guess you work out, too, huh?

Let him go!

You may be fancy in the sky, king,

but you're weaker than the rest of them.

We aren't your enemy.

We just need to keep the bad guys
from getting one thing on this train.

Ahh!

That's about enough of that, anyway.

Time to show the real heavy hitters
how we do it in Avion.

There are no good and bad guys,
just power,

and I want it all!

His gold and pure,

his green and wild.

Oh.

And yours...

gold and green?

You, little lady, are a feast!

W-what?

Huh?

No!

Ah, yes, there it is.

Ha-ha, got it!

Oof!

No, you don't.

Whoa.

One to go, He-Man!

Ha-ha!

I'll admit, we could have been a little
tighter with our teamwork back there.

Enough!

Being nice isn't helping us
with this anymore.

You might be the king of Avion, but I'm
the leader of the Masters of the Universe,

and you're out.

Fine, I don't need you guys anyway.

I can be a hero all on my own.

Not again, Ork-O, please.

Time to go home, King Randor.

Walk home for all I care, failures!

Go on, get!

Need a hand, bandit... lady?

It's Mo'squita-ra,

and you have nothing to offer me,

unless you're hiding some of that gold
and green somewhere?

Help me save Eternia, and I'll make sure
you get all the gold and green energy

you could ever want.