02x03 - When Strikes Mutilor

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So much water...
it's perfect.

Jake, you've been tinkering with
those thrusters for days now.

Are we ever gonna get
the new Turbokat in the air?

Hey, buddy, the Speed of Heat turbine
enhancement isn't just your everyday tune-up.

What's it do?

If you thought the Turbokat was fast before,
wait till this baby is operational.

I can hardly wait to test it!

Hold your horses, Chance. This baby
won't be ready for two weeks, at least.

-Oops.
-Aw!

Now I've gotta buff
out another ding!

I got it!

-What's that? What is that?
-What is it?

All right, dude! Enforcers!

This is Commander Feral.
Cease your operation immediately.

You don't really think that thing's going
to turn tail and slink away, do you, Uncle?

Just giving them fair warning, Felina.
Squadron, move in!

My Lord Mutilor, their squadron
leader is attempting contact.

It calls itself a "Feral."

Well, Traag, then let's greet him in the
tradition of brotherhood and galactic peace.

Incoming fighters!
I count at least twenty.

Squadron, engage!

One down, nineteen to go...

Don't get c*ck, Lieutenant.
Watch your tail!

Thanks, Uncle.

Don't thank me yet,
we're still outnumbered.

What?

This is Lieutenant Feral.
I'm... Oh, crud! Radio's out.

There's too many of them.
This is Feral. Return to base!

Guess I'm on my own.

Look, Traag, the cowards are retreating.

Now we can resume draining
this moisture-rich world.

The desert planet Sahavi will pay
handsomely for the water we steal this day.

And if this world perishes in the process,
it's just business.

The Enforcers have taken
their best shot, buddy.

Yeah, looks like it's up to us.

But we don't have our jet.

I may be down, but I'm not out.
Eat bazooka, you space scum!

Gotcha!

The SWAT Kats!

Here they come, Razor,
ready to rock and roll.

Thunder Truck locked and loaded.

Hang on!

What was that?

Don't look now, but that big mothership
wants to play 'Dodge the Laser.'

Is this the greatest challenge
this puny planet can offer me?

Time to fry these insects!

An interesting diversion, Traag.

Now, back to business.

Scratch one Thunder Truck.

Yeah. Now we're really going to need the
Turbokat to handle those water pirates.

If we can get it airborne in time.

If we don't, Megakat City's
gonna be bone dry.

This world didn't offer much resistance,
Lord Mutilor.

No. And we owe its destruction to
these peace-loving Aqueons.

-Return my ship at once, Mutilor!
-This vehicle serves me now, Grimalkin.

Only because you stole it from
me and my crew, you pirate!

Watch your tongue, insolent one!

He's right, Traag, we are pirates.

And with this ship, I'm going to drain every drop
of water from this world before its sun sets!

Freeze! You have the
right to remain...

...silent?

We coulda used another week
to get these systems operational.

We'll be lucky if we have another hour!

What're we goin' to do, Callie?
The city water supply is gone.

Where are the SWAT Kats?

I don't know, Mayor Manx, but
I'm sure they have a plan. Excuse me.

Razor, T-Bone, where are you?

It's Callie.

Can't stop now,
we're almost there.

I'm sorry, Sir. Lieutenant Feral's
craft was completely destroyed.

They only found a bazooka.

Felina!

Let's kick those aliens
out of our atmosphere!

It won't be long now, Lord Mutilor.
This world is nearly drained.

Excellent, Traag. Now,
let's contact the Sahavis to arrange...

-What?!
-Incoming attack craft!

Put it on the screen.

I thought we destroyed those two!

Well, well!

Looks like someone on this pathetic
planet has some claws after all.

But they will be clipped.
Deploy Marauders!

She's handling better than ever, buddy.

Let's just hope you
can handle them.

I'm ready for 'em.

Activating smoke screen... now!

Yes! Three down, seven to go.

I can improve those odds.

Drop Tops... deploy!

Crud! Looks like we got our first ding.

Oh, that makes me mad!

Matchhead Missiles... deploy!

That's our entire squadron! And sensors
detect more fighters approaching.

Move this ship to a higher altitude.

We can finish operations beyond
the range of these... pests.

T-Bone, they're getting away.
Step on it!

She's maxed out, buddy.

-Unless you try the Speed of Heat.
-I thought it needed more fine-tuning.

There's only one
way to find out.

All right. Hang on!

Commander, they're moving out of range.

No way we can follow
to that altitude!

But somehow, the SWAT Kats are.
Guess it's up to them now...

They're giving up. Excellent move,
Lord Mutilor.

We're receiving a transmission...

Must be the Sahavis.

Greetings, Mutilor. I hear
you have water for us.

If the price is right.

I hope we don't come apart
before we get there.

Just worry about your landing. I don't
want to have to rebuild this jet again!

Don't cough up a hairball, Razor.
It's under control.

See, what'd I tell you?
We made it without a scratch.

Oh, I wish you hadn't said that...

Let's take 'em, Razor!

Activate shields.

Catch!

Come on! We've gotta find the control
room on this ship and get our water back.

Those Kat pilots are here.
They just took out my best unit!

Traag!

How did these intruders get aboard?

-I... I don't know, your maj-
-Just find them... and destroy them!

I-it shall be done, Lord Mutilor!

Those two will be sorry they
ever set their tails on my ship.

Looks like the coast is clear.

Oops.

Deploy mini-Tarpedoes!

Now, tell us how to get
to the control room.

-Maybe I can help.
-Who are you?

Captain Grimalkin. This ship really
belongs to me and my crew,

but Mutilor and his space pirates
stole it and imprisoned us.

Sounds like we can help each other.

Stand back.
We're gettin' you outta there!

Amazing! I can't believe all
our water can fit in this ship.

Yes, our advanced technology enables us
to condense your planet's water

for inter-galactic transport.

Come, the bridge is this way.
From there you can reverse the process...

if you're not too late.

We would help, but combat
is not our way, warrior.

Hey, I can respect that, but we have
to get your ship out of Mutilor's hands.

He's destroying our world!

Perhaps you're right,
but we will not help you fight.

Suit yourselves.
Just point the way to this Mutilor.

We SWAT Kats will deal with him.

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You're welcome to try, SWAT Kats!

Mutilor!

So much for your brave Aqueon allies!
My guards will round them up presently.

You two are a different matter.

I'm almost sorry you won't live to see
me drain your planet dry as a bone.

So much for those feline pests. Traag!

Prepare course for Sahavi.
We have a rich cargo to sell.

With pleasure, Lord Mutilor.

Callie, there's nothing left.

I know, Mayor.

Without water, our planet is doomed.

Course set, Lord Mutilor.

Begin liftoff.

Not so fast, gruesome!

What?! How can this be?

Haven't you heard
of oxygen masks?

Finish them!

Attack! All of you!

It was so refreshing to clash with true warriors.

It's a shame I must destroy you.

I will make your demise painful,
but quick.

What the...? Lieutenant Feral!

Sorry I took so long, I'm not used to
flying a saucer. Did I miss the party?

Nope! It's just getting warmed up.

Where's Mutilor?

You fools have cost me a fortune!

But I will knock you from
the sky and destroy all of you!

What's he got up his sleeves?

He's going to destroy the
ship's anti-gravity drive.

We'll drop like a huge asteroid.

The biggest one ever.
Our whole planet will probably bust up!

Come on! Looks like Felina and
the Aqueons can handle things here.

Where is that four-armed creep?

If I were Mutilor, I'd strike from
as far away as possible,

'cause when this mothership hits,
our atmosphere is gonna go ka-blooey!

I hear ya. Switching to
sub-orbital mode, now!

There he is.

What?! How many lives
do these Kats have?

Razor!

You've gotta put that mega-beam out of
commission, before he takes us apart.

I'm workin' on it.

You're gonna have to do
better than that, buddy...

-Move in closer.
-You've got it!

Nice try, SWAT Kats,
but you missed.

That's what he thinks...

Now, you can watch as I destroy
the ship, and your world.

Great shot, buddy!

Lousy shot...

I'll be buffing out the dings for weeks!

Your planet's water
will soon be fully restored.

Thanks, Grimalkin.

No, it is we Aqueons who should thank
you, for giving us back our ship.

But perhaps we can repay
part of our debt. Come.

Wow!

Just a little high-speed
space technology.

So, Lieutenant, want a
ride in our new jet?

Love to.

C'mon, T-Bone, watch it, will ya?
The paint's still wet.

Relax, buddy. Just giving it a
little space-age car wash!