01x35 - Pumm-Ra

[bunniefuu]

[opening theme music]

- Their planet exploded ♪

- [chorus] Thunder ThunderCats! ♪

- They crashed on Third Earth ♪

- Thunder, thunder crash! ♪

- Gotta beat up some bad guys ♪

- Mummies, mutants ♪

- And make some new friends ♪

- Unicorns, robots ♪

Built a big base with a cat-shaped face

and now they're ready to go! ♪

There's WilyKit, WilyKat Tygra, ♪

Panthro, Cheetara Snarf, Lion-O! ♪

[chorus] He's a brand-new Lord

with a magic sword! ♪

It's thunder Thunder, thunder

ThunderCats Roar! ♪

[all laughing]

That really was a picnic fit

for the Queen of the bats.

Thanks, Barbastella.

But you know,

I think I gotta take a break

and feed my babies real quick.

I know you're afraid, but,

you wanna help out?

[nervously] Yeah. Uh, I

definitely wanna do that, yes.

Come on, man, you got this.

Just lay the grub

flat on your palm

and let the bats do the rest

of the work.

[laughs] Awesome job.

You're getting a little

closer to them every time.

Yeah, 50 feet is my

personal best.

You know, Panthro,

I really appreciate how hard

you're working to get over

your fear of bats,

but I like you just

the way you are,

phobias and everything.

[both laughing]

It's almost like

you're telling me

not to conform my entire identity

to fit our relationship.

- Wait. That's exactly what I'm telling you, Panthro.

- [rats squeaking]

Whoa! Are those rats?

[laughing maniacally]

Those aren't just any rats,

that's Skrimm,

Queen of the rats.

Hey, hey! I thought

that was you, Barbastella.

Long time, no swarm.

Whoa. You guys know each

other?

Who's the dingus, Barbie?

Oh, sorry. This is Panthro,

my boyfriend. Not a dingus.

Hi. I'm the dingus.

How do you know Barbastella?

Eh, not to brag or anything,

but, me and Barbie

used to date.

Whoa, whoa! I didn't know

you dated other royalty before.

Uh, I've dated all over

the class system.

Yeah, but you always stay loyal to royal.

Right, Barbie?

No, uh, that is not actually

a thing I do.

- [growling]

- [child] Oh, no, there's a Gomplin on the loose.

- [all screaming]

- What's a Gomplin?

[growling]

[all barking]

[yelps]

Stop!

Oh, that's a Gomplin.

I don't like it.

All right, we better stop this

thing before someone gets hurt.

Let's do this, royal style.

Yeah. [chuckles]

Me too. Here I Huh?

Panthro, you might

wanna sit this one out.

I'm gonna be flying my big

scary bats everywhere.

Oh, sure, Barbastella.

I totally get it.

You just wanna hang out with

your royal friends.

All right, you stinky freak.

Eat rats.

[growls, yelps]

[laughs]

[laughs] Skrimm's got moves.

Now, Barbastella!

Yeah! Just put him right over

there for a rat fist punch!

[Gompy the Gomplin yelping]

Okay, Gompy, let's go this way.

Nice work, you guys.

That's how royals do it.

Yeah. Royals.

Ooh, sorry, Panthro.

You wouldn't get it,

not being royalty and all.

Actually, I am royalty.

Uh, Back on Thundera,

I was King of the machines.

All the machines

on the planet worshipped me.

Oh, really? All machines

worshipped you?

Like your refrigerator

and lawn mower?

Especially them. The air

conditioner and the heater too.

Okay, Panthro,

you don't have to

Hey, hey, maybe this guy

has what it takes

to hang out with

the royals after all.

Why don't you show me around

your kingdom sometime?

Yeah, sure. Come by Cat's Lair

tomorrow and check it out.

You'll see me and all

my machine subjects.

[narrator] On the morrow.

[yawns]

Ah.

- Oy.

- [screams]

[in British accent] Make sure you put the

cap back on before you put her back in.

Okay

You guys, the toilet

just yelled at me.

You too? The air conditioner

just asked

if I could borrow

"five guineas."

But I only have four.

[in British accent] That air conditioner

is not getting a tuppence from me.

[in British accent]

What about a shilling?

Oy. If I said not a tuppence,

why would I give a shilling?

What is going on?

Morning, guys.

[machines] Hail King Panthro!

I told Barbastella I was

King of the machines

back on Thundera.

You did what? Don't you

remember what happened

the last time you

lied to Barbastella?

I know, I know.

But this time is different.

I uploaded an AI program

that made my lie come true

so technically

it's not a lie anymore.

[doorbell] Ding-dong, it's me

the doorbell.

Someone is using me.

Oh. That must be Barbastella.

Actually her ex-girlfriend

Skrimm is coming too.

She's like, Queen of the rats

but more importantly,

she's also really cool,

and I need her

to think I'm really cool,

so I need you guys to leave.

So sorry. Love you guys.

[footsteps]

[panting]

All right, Panthro. Let's see

these subjects of yours.

Of course. After you,

your fellow Majesties.

[all] Hail King Panthro!

I told you I was King of

the machines.

You sure are.

Ooh, yeah. Great.

Um, doth thou Majesties

desire a feast?

Step right this way.

After you,

your fellow Majesties.

A seat for the Queen?

[grunts]

Hey, loyal subjects,

would you mind whipping up

some grilled cheese sandwiches

for me and my royal friends?

We have ingredients to make

Welsh rarebit.

Is that all right?

What's Welsh rarebit?

Toasted bread

with melted cheese on it.

Oh, sounds exotic.

Let's try that. Thank you.

Compliments of the stove.

You see, Skrimm

I'm royalty. Just like you.

[chuckles] I don't know,

Panthro.

You're pretty chummy

with your subjects.

Yeah, we're cool like that.

No. I meant are you sure

you're their king?

You ask for things

like a friend, not a royal.

A royal demands.

- Umm. You got a little schmutz.

- Hmph.

[squeaking]

See?

You want me to use the mixer

as a napkin?

That might be painful.

It doesn't matter. Your

subjects should be cowering

at your every whim.

[in British accent] Not politely

making conversation with you

like some well-run

bed-and-breakfast.

Man, I've been going about

this all wrong.

Ugh. Panthro, ignore her.

Let's just enjoy

this odd cheese-bread.

[mumbles]

Hmph. A real king wouldn't

settle for cheesy bread.

[SPUTTERS] But I am a king!

Watch.

Oh, stove?

Yes, loving King?

You call this lunch?

Oh, dear.

I'm so sorry, Majesty.

- Make it again!

- [whimpering]

Panthro.

Now you're talkin'

like royalty.

And make it ten times

more fancy.

Yes, me lord.

Wow. I feel so

morally conflicted.

[fanfare music playing]

I said more air conditioning!

- Eh?

- Panthro.

[laughs]

No. No, no, no, no! This is

the wrong romantic comedy!

[television] But you keep telling

me to play movies that don't exist.

I really think that last one

was just a typo.

Are you questioning me?

You are banished to

the basement!

Eh? Eh?

- Yeah. Yeah!

- Oh, brother.

You missed my crumbs. You're

banished to the basement!

[laughs]

Ha-ha? Eh?

- [grumbles]

- Yeah, yeah.

So toaster, where do you see

yourself five years from now?

Uh, going back to

school?

Wrong. You're going to

the basement!

That was some real nice

ruling, Panthro.

Okay, that's it, you two!

This is the last straw!

- Panthro, you

- [mixer] Aye, you scallywags!

Fellow machines, attack!

[all screaming]

What's going on?

Oy. We've had it with you,

mean ol' King Panthro.

We're rebelling.

Yeah. A rebellion is

what we're doin'!

And you're our prisoners.

Take 'em to

the automobile dungeon.

The auto-whatta-whatta?

Oh, I see. The garage.

Oh, you and your fancy words.

Well, I've got

some fancy words.

Execution.

Execution?

Let's make toast out of 'em.

No. Let's boil em in oil.

Let's blend them!

Don't worry, guys, I'm

just gonna call for help.

Oy. What's all this then?

- [all gasping]

- You're trying to make an escape.

No! No, I wasn't.

I was trying to call someone

and they would

help me escape. Uh

[fridge] Get them.

[gasping]

[television snarling]

Hey, Barbastella, what about

those scary bats of yours?

You know my bats sleep

during the day.

- Rats!

- I know. We're in big trouble.

No. Rats.

- [rats squeaking]

- Attack!

[fridge grunts]

[mixer] Time to meet

your blender! Whoa!

[television] Cheerio.

[television screaming]

Whoa. They're beating

the machines.

That's nothing.

Put your backs into it!

- Uh

- Scratch their screens!

Chew through wires!

Make this personal!

[yelps] If only we had

a king what cared.

But I do care.

[all yelping]

- Help. Help me!

- [Skrimm cackling]

No. Stop it.

You're hurting them.

Stop hurting my subjects!

- [squeaks]

- [grunting]

[grunting]

[yells]

Come on.

Come on. [yelps]

[grunts] Gotcha now.

Go, Panthro.

Yeah, that's right.

Run to Mommy.

[laughing]

[sighs in relief]

Whoo

King Panthro. You saved us

after we revolted.

But why?

Um

Because I care about you guys,

as my buddies, not my subjects.

Me Me lord.

[sighs] Guess I'm not

king material after all.

Sorry to let you down, Barb.

What? Panthro, I don't care

if you're a king or not.

Huh? But what about

staying loyal to royal?

I never said that.

- I said that.

- Oh, yeah. Sorry.

I guess I thought you

and Skrimm looked so cool,

I didn't wanna be left outta

your royal buddy club.

[groans] Panthro. Skrimm

is cool

-Y eah.

- but I never liked the way she treated her rats.

It's one of the reasons

we broke up.

- Oh, yeah.

- [squeaks]

But it's all good, Panthro.

We got a special

buddy club of two.

- Just me and you.

- Oh, yeah. [chuckles]

So, Skrimm, do you

and I fight now?

Nah, I think I got

my fill for the day.

That was some pretty cool

rat-versus-machine fighting.

We should do it again sometime.

Rats, we out.

- So cool.

- Ahem.

My semi-loyal subjects, I

hereby step down as your king.

You are free to pursue

your own destiny.

[all] Hurray!

[mixer] Come on, everyone.

There is a prophesy

what tells of a machine land

where machines like us

roam freely.

A machine land where they roam free?

- Yeah, It's pretty much the dump.

- Oh.