When Strikes Mutilor

Mutilor: So much water… it’s perfect. (laughs)

Jake: Well, Chancey, I've been tinkering with these thrusters to play with it in the air, Looks like you got it!

Chance: Jake, you’ve been tinkering with these thrusters for days now. Are we ever going to get the new Turbokat in the air?

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

Chance: A turbine? So what’s it do?

Jake: If you thought the Turbokat was fast before, wait’ll this baby is operational.

Chance: I can hardly wait to test it!

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

Chance: (embarassed) Oops.

Jake: Aw! Now I’ve gotta buff out another ding!

Chance: A buff out a last ding? What for? (hits Chance) Ow!

Jake: Aaahh, This is the life.

(flashback begins when Jake and Chance are both in a beach for a vacation, )

Jake:

Chance:

(flashback ends)

Jake: Mmm... yes. Sounds like we're getting ready for a perfect beach, Maybe someday.

Chance: (smirks) Didn't you expected that we are ready to get in a darn beach? (hits Chance again) Ow!

Heidi: (serving ball) Uh!

Mario: I got it! (Distracted by something overhead, he gets hit in head by volleyball.) Oh!

All: (gasp) What’s that? What is it?

Lifeguard: (falls from chair) Augh!

Little Boy: (pointing upward) Look!

Surfer: Whoa! (wipes out)

Mutilor (laughs maniacally)

Surfer: (points to jets approaching from Megakat City) All right, dude! Enforcers!

Cmdr. Feral: This is Commander Feral. Cease your operation immediately.

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

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

Traag: My Lord Mutilor, their squadron leader is attempting contact. He calls himself a “Feral.”

Mutilor: Well, Traag, let us greet them in the tradition of brotherhood and galactic peace.

Felina: Incoming fighters! I count at least twenty.

Cmdr. Feral: Squadron, engage!

Felina: One down, nineteen to go…

Cmdr. Feral: (voice over) Don’t get cocky, Lieutenant. Watch your tail!

Felina: Thanks, Uncle.

Cmdr. Feral: Don’t thank me yet; we’re still outnumbered. What?!

Felina: This is Lieutenant Feral. I’m—(control panel short circuits) Oh, crud! Radio’s out.

Cmdr. Feral: There’s too many of them. This is Feral. Return to base!

Felina: (removes helmet) Augh! (punches shorted-out controls) Guess I’m on my own.

Mutilor: Look, Traag, the cowards are retreating. Now we can resume draining this moirture-rich world.

Traag: The desert planet Sahavi will pay handsomely for the water we steal this day. Heh, heh.

Mutilor: Ha, ha! And if this world perishes in the process, it’s just business. (laughs)

Jake: On second thought, They will never be able to handle with these two, 'Cause we might see this Mutilor.

Chance: The Enforcers have taken their best shot, buddy.

Jake: Yeah, looks like it’s up to us.

Chance: But we don’t have our jet.

Jake: Relax, Chance, It'll be easy, Especially includes to fix something new, It can work with all of these gadgets.

Chance: Oh brother, what's the point.

Felina: I may be down, but I’m not out. Eat bazooka, you space scum! Aaah! (gasps) The SWAT Kats!

Razor: It's time to rock and roll, T-Bone.

T-Bone: Here they come, Razor, ready to rock and roll.

Razor: Thunder Truck locked and loaded.

T-Bone: You said it! locked and loaded! Hang on!

Razor: What was that?

T-Bone: Don’t look now, but that big mothership wants to play ‘Dodge the Laser.’

Mutilor: Heh, heh. Is this the greatest challenge this puny planet can offer me? Time to fry these insects!

Act Two
Mutilor: An interesting diversion, Traag. Now, back to business.

Razor: Looks like you got a lot of chances, T-Bone, Let's see if you can make a scratch.

T-Bone: Scratch one Thunder Truck.

Razor: Yeah. Now we’re really going to need the Turbokat to handle those water pirates.

T-Bone: Water pirates? Where?

Razor: Looks like if we could make an airborne for a perfect moment.

T-Bone: If we get it airborne in time.

Razor: If we don’t, Megakat City’s gonna be bone dry.

T-Bone: A bone dry? What bone dry?

Traag: This world didn’t offer much resistance, Lord Mutilor.

Mutilor: Heh! No. And we owe its destruction to these peace-loving Aquians.

Grimalkin: Return my ship at once, Mutilor!

Mutilor: This vessel serves me now, Grimalkin.

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

Traag: Watch your tongue, insolent one!

Mutilor: He’s right, Traag, we are pirates. (laughs) And with this ship, I’m going to drain every drop of water from this world before its sun sets!

Felina: Freeze! You have the right to remain… (notices pilot is slumped unconcsious over controls) …silent?

Razor: We coulda used another week to get these systems operational.

T-Bone: We’ll be lucky if we have another hour!

Manx: What’re we goin’ ta do, Callie? The city’s water supply is gone. Where are the SWAT Kats? (blubbers)

Callie: I don’t know, Mayor Manx, but I’m sure they have a plan. Excuse me. Razor, T-Bone, where are you?

Razor: Who's that beautiful?

T-Bone: It’s Callie.

Razor: Can’t stop now; we’re almost there.

T-Bone: Almost there, and give it a slip!

Sgt. Talon: I’m sorry, Sir. Lieutenant Feral’s craft was completely destroyed. They only found a bazooka.

Cmdr. Feral: Felina… Rrrrr! Let’s kick those aliens out of our atmosphere!

Traag: It won’t be long now, Lord Mutilor. This world is nearly drained.

Mutilor: Excellent, Traag. Now, let’s contact the Saharbis to arrange—(alarm interrupts him) What?!

Traag: Incoming attack craft!

Mutilor: Put it on the screen.

Traag: I thought we destroyed those two!

Mutilor: Well, well. Looks like someone on this pathetic planet has claws after all. But they will be clipped. Deploy Marauders!

Razor: Code Red! Looks like she's in dangerously trouble!

T-Bone: She’s handling better than ever, buddy. Let’s just hope that you can handle them.

Razor: Okay, then, I’m ready for ‘em.

T-Bone: I'm ready for 'em too.

Razor: Activating smoke screen… now!

T-Bone: Yes! Three down, seven to go. Smoke screen style! I can improve those odds, or the smoke screeners. [There are actually nine Marauders left at this point.]

Razor: I can improve those odds. Drop Tops… deploy! Crud! Looks like we got our first ding. Oh, that makes me mad! Matchhead Missiles… deploy!

Traag: That’s our entire squadron! Sensors detect more fighters approaching.

Viewer shows thirteen Enforcer jets joining Turbokat.

Mutilor: Pull this ship to a higher altitude. We can finish operations beyond the range of these… pests.

Razor: T-Bone, they’re getting away. Step on it!

T-Bone: She’s maxed out, buddy.

Razor: Unless you try the Speed of Heat. You could see this more fire-tuning.

T-Bone: I thought it needed more fine-tuning.

Razor: There’s only one way to find out.

T-Bone: Alright. Hang on!

Enforcer Pilot: Commander, they’re moving out of range. There’s no way we can follow to that altitude!

Cmdr. Feral: But somehow, the SWAT Kats are. (to self) Guess it’s up to them now…

Traag: They’re giving up. Excellent move, Lord Mutilor. We’re receiving a transmission… must be the Sahavi.

Sahavi Alien: Congratulations, Mutilor. I hear you have water for us.

Mutilor: Yes, if the price is right.

Razor: On second thought, If we don't come us apart, we'll never make this.

T-Bone: I hope we don’t come apart before we get there.

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

T-Bone: Don’t cough up a hairball, Razor. See, what’d I tell you? We made it without a scratch.

Razor: See what'd I tell ya, eh? Oh, I wish you hadn’t said that…

T-Bone: I wish you hadn't said that too...

Act Three
Razor: Well T-Bone, Looks like it'll be a pretty scratch!

T-Bone: Let’s take ‘em, Razor!

Razor: Activate shields. Catch!

T-Bone: Watch out for a smoke grenades!

Alien Guard: (catching smoke grenade) Uh?!

Razor: Heh heh! See, T-Boy, I told you this getting a perfect scratch down to smithereens, Get a move on, T-Boy!

T-Bone: Come on! We’ve gotta find the control room on this ship and get our water back.

Alien Guard Captain: (coughs twice) Those Kat pilots are here. (coughs once) They just took out my best unit!

Mutilor: Traag! (picks Traag up) How did those intruders get aboard?

Traag: I… I don’t know, your maj–

Mutilor: Just find them… and destroy them!

Traag: I-it shall be done, Lord Mutilor! (Mutilor drops Traag) Oof.

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

Razor: Looks like the coast is clear. Oops.

T-Bone: Deploy mini-Tarpedoes!

Aliens: Augh!

Razor: Your Mini-items are pretty good work out, Okay, T-Bone, notify them.

T-Bone: Now, tell us how to get to the control room.

Aliens: (muffled by tar) Mmm… mmph!

Grimalkin: (voice over) Maybe I can help you.

Razor: Who are you?

T-Bone: And what's with the facials?

Grimalkin: Captain Grimalkin. This ship really belongs to me and my crew, but Mutilor and his space pirates stole it and imprisoned us.

Razor: Looks like we could work together and we still haven't, (checks a time of his watch) Oh, just look at the time.

T-Bone: Sounds like we could help each other. Stand back. We’re gettin’ you outa there!

Razor: Amazing! I can’t believe all of our water can fit in this ship.

T-Bone: I've gotta admit buddy, The only reason if you shouldn't believe that biggest huge water can explode the ship.

Grimalkin: Yes, our advanced technology enables us to condense your planet’s water for intra-galactic transport. Come, the bridge is this way. From there you can reverse the process… if you’re not too late. But this time, you both can do it so far.

Razor: Whoever you say, I say we discover the perfect-minded place, so we can live here,

Grimalkin: I definitely agreed with you, We would help, but combat is not our way, warrior.

T-Bone: Hey, I can respect that, but we’ve got to get your ship out of Mutilor’s hands. He’s destroying our world!

Grimalkin: Perhaps you’re right, but we will not help you fight.

Razor: Suit yourselves. Just point the way to this Mutilor; we SWAT Kats will deal with him.

Mutilor: (voice over) You’re welcome to try, SWAT Kats! (laughs) So much for your brave Aquian 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.

Mutilor: So much for those feline pests. Traag! Prepare course for Zarhabi. We have a rich cargo to sell.

Traag: With pleasure, Lord Mutilor. Mmm, ha, ha!

Manx: (voice over) Callie, there’s nothing left.

Callie: (voice over) I know, Mayor.

The chopper flies over a few beached cargo ships & tankers.

Callie: (voice over) Without water, our planet is doomed.

Traag: Course set, Lord Mutilor.

Mutilor: Begin liftoff.

Razor: (voice over) Hold it right there!

T-Bone: (voice over) Not so fast, gruesome!

Mutilor: What?! How can this be?

Razor: Haven’t you heard of oxygen masks?

T-Bone: Or even the strike of the smash, if the biggest planet will bust up?

Mutilor: Finish them! Attack! All of you!

SWAT Kats: Oof.

Mutilor: Heh, hmm, hmm… 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.

SWAT Kats: Ugh! Augh!

A Marauder suddenly crashes through the wall into the deck.

Mutilor: Ooooh!

Razor: (incredulously) What the…?

T-Bone: Lieutenant Feral!

Felina: Sorry I took so long; I’m not used to flying a saucer. Did I miss the party? Looks like I missed you two so much.

T-Bone: (standing up) Nope! It’s just getting warmed up.

Razor: Where’s Mutilor?

T-Bone: He's right over here!

Mutilor: You fools have cost me a fortune! I will knock you from the sky and destroy all of you!

Razor: What’s he got up his sleeves?

Grimalkin: He’s going to destroy the ship’s anti-gravity drives. We’ll drop like a huge asteroid.

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

Grimalkin: You two can do it or before it's too late, You too can make any better.

Razor: Looks like Mutilor is getting a sweet revenge, but a vex, He's gone so far if we can't do it to him! SWAT Kats! To the Jet!

T-Bone: Come on! Looks like Felina and the Aquians can handle things here. He said the biggest one ever.

Razor: Looks like

T-Bone: Where’s that four-armed creep?

Razor: 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!

T-Bone: Ka-blooey? I hear ya. Switching to sub-orbital mode, now!

Mutilor: What?! How many lives do these Kats have?

T-Bone: Razor! You’ve gotta put that mega-beam laser out of commission, before he takes us apart.

Razor: Okay, I’m workin’ on it. (gasps) somebody said that he takes us apart. T-Bone! You've gotta put that mega-beam laser out of commission too.

T-Bone: I'm workin' on it.

Razor:

T-Bone: You’re gonna have to do better than that, buddy…

Razor: Move in closer.

T-Bone: You’ve got it! Time to get a slip!

Mutilor: Nice try, SWAT Kats, but you missed.

Razor: That’s what he thinks…

T-Bone: He said it! That's what he thinks...

Mutilor: Now, you can watch as I destroy the ship, and your world. (laughs)

Razor: Awesome job, T-Boy!

T-Bone: Great shot, buddy!

Razor: Lousy shot… I’ll be buffing out the dings for weeks!

T-Bone: And you said that you'll be buffing out the dings for weeks If when that darn ship hits, our too big planet is gonna go ka-blooey!

Grimalkin: (voice over) Your planet’s water will soon be fully restored.

Razor: We taught this Mutilor a lesson, and the mega-laser beam can thrust him for an awesome commission.

T-Bone: Thanks, Grimalkin.

Grimalkin: No, it is we Aquians who should thank you, for giving us back our ship. But perhaps we can repay part of our debt. Come.

Felina & the SWAT Kats (Razor and T-Bone): Wow!

Grimalkin: Just a little high-speed space technology.

Razor: On second thought, Me and T-Bone did pretty good job for working on a mega-laser beam out of commission, and we still worked and stick it together.

Grimalkin: I love that.

Razor: Well, gang, Looks like we're heroes now, and we're in the trio of triumph.

T-Bone: So, Lieutenant, want a ride in our new jet?

Felina: Love to.

Razor: Then let's get going, shall we? SWAT Kats! To a new jet! Take care!

T-Bone: And wish us luck!

Grimalkin: Come back soon.

Razor: (voice over) C’mon, T-Bone, watch it, will ya? The paint’s still wet.

T-Bone: (voice over) Relax, buddy. Just giving it a little space-age car wash!

Razor: (voice over) Never mind that space-age car wash, T-Boy, Looks like you better be careful this time!

T-Bone: (voice over) You hold your horses, and you better watch out, the paint's still wet!