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Problem with a tank this old, it's always breaking down.

Unh, junk cylinder.

Blew the whole drivetrain.

Let's see how this works.

Guess we're sleeping outside tonight.

Things are looking up.

No transportation, nothing to eat and no shelter.

If the rain stopped, it might be bearable.

Rain finally stop?

No, but Panthro was nice enough to build this shelter while we were asleep.

Wasn't me. I figured it was one of you.

Don't look at me.

We're starving.

Yeah. What's there to eat?

We're gonna have to do something about our food situation.

It looks like someone already did.

Mm, candy fruit.

Uh, take it easy.

We don't need you any more hyper than you already are.

Seems like we have someone helping us out.

Question is, who?

What are they doing?

I'll tell you what. They're messing with my baby.

Panthro. Wait!

What are you furry freaks doing to my tank?

- Gotcha! - Put me down.

- Put me down. - What is that thing?

Ro-Bear-Bill. A Ro-Bear Berbil.

- Did he say "gerbil"? - Berbil.

- Derbil? - Berbil.

Erbil derbilly berbil erbil.

Nice to meet you, Ro-Bear-Bill. I'm Wilykit and this is Wilykat.

And we're Thundercats.

Thunder. Cats.

Berbils help Thundercats.

I've never seen anything so cute.

Well, they'll be cute and dead if they hurt my tank.

Looks like they fixed it, Panthro.

Hmph, it's just a patch. I could've done that.

Come with Ro-Bear-Bill.

Berbils fix machines. Berbils give candy fruit.

Berbils help Thundercats.

You coming?

Fine. But I don't trust anything that adorable.

I've never seen anything like this place.

It's like they have a contraption for everything.

This place gives me the creeps.

Meet Ro-Bear-Beebo.

Meet Ro-Bear-Bella.

This is Ro-Bear-Bill family.

Candy fruit. Eat. Good.

Yum, candy fruit!

Looks like you were worried about nothing, Panthro.

You really think these furballs are helping us...

and don't expect something in return?

Have you considered maybe they're just nice?

What's going on?

Conquedor comes. Conquedor takes Berbils.

Sell Berbils as slaves.

Help Ro-Bear-Bob.

We have to stop that.

What did I tell you guys?

Trying to use their cuteness to get us to fight their battle.

Well, looks like it worked.

So the Berbils have enlisted the help of the fabled Thundercats.

Reow.

Reow.

Risking your lives for a bunch of junk heaps?

And I thought these robots were brainless fools.

Thundercats, ho!

Tygra!

Bella, Beebo.

Lion-O.

It's Ro-Bear-Bill. He doesn't look good.

Can they fix him?

Ugh. I can't take watching these amateurs.

Give me that. You're doing it all wrong.

Good idea. Now reset function levels.

Oh, yeah, I see what you're saying.

All servos functional.

Ro-Bear-Bill lives.

- He's looking good now. - Looking good.

Yay!

Cat save Bill. Thank you, cat.

Cat builder too.

Ro-Cat Panthro.

Ro-Cat Panthro.

- Ro-Cat Panthro. - Okay, that's enough.

My Bella. My Beebo. Taken.

Ro-Bear-Bill's family.

Do you know where the Conquedor is taking your family?

Conquedor sell Berbils.

- Ro-Bear-Bill knows. - Then you can take us there.

Panthro, you keep an eye on the village.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. There's no way you're leaving me here with these things.

Great.

Dragged this filthy wretch straight down from Hook Mountain.

If you wanna get some entertainment out of executing prisoners...

this guy's always hungry. Ha-ha-ha.

Let's kick off the bidding at 500 shinicks.

There. Conquedor sells to bad ones.

Trolligs. Gigantors. All bad.

Bella. Beebo.

We can't take them all on.

I think I got an idea.

Sweet, sweet sugary golden goodness.

Panthro help Berbils.

Berbils help Panthro.

You put in a new engine.

But, heh, where did you get the parts?

Berbils make parts.

You mean my hunk of junk is no longer a hunk of junk?

Panthro eyes rain.

Next up, the Ro-Bear Berbils, best builders money can buy.

Efficient, tireless, and most importantly, defenseless. Ha, ha.

Bidding starts at 1000 for the lot.

Fifteen hundred. Come on, how about 2000? 3000?

Now, we're talking. Thirty-five hundred. Five thousand.

- Do I hear...? - Ten thousand.

That's a lot of shinicks, pal.

How do you plan on paying for all that?

In steel.

Bella. Beebo.

That's it. You messed with the wrong guy.

I'm gonna gut every last one of you. You hear me?

We're coming back. All of us.

They're back.

We can't celebrate yet. The Conquedor is coming back.

And this time, he's bringing friends.

We have some friends of our own.

- Except they don't know how to fight. - But they do know how to build.

You guys ready to save your village?

Looking good. What do you think?

Looking good.

Here they come.

Let's hope these bears know what they're doing.

Thunder. Thunder. Thunder.

Thundercats, ho!

That's our cue.

- You wanna do the honors? - Boom.

Candy fruit, do your thing.

Nyah, nyah. Nyah, nyah.

Come on, you big goon. Try and catch us. Can't, can you? Because you're too slow.

Nyah, nyah. Nyah, nyah.

We'll even stop and you still won't get us.

I dare you to try. Bet you can't. Come on, come on.

Whoa. Whoa.

I love you, candy fruit.

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

Help me. Help me.

Huh?

Hang tight, little buddy.

Make spin stop, please.

Time to see how tough this new engine really is.

I should have warned you, Panthro doesn't like people messing with his tank.

What do I care?

I'll just force these worthless robots to build me another...

and demolish any that don't listen.

You still don't understand.

These bears...

are not your property.

I don't think the Conquedor will be coming back anytime soon.

Not with the village rigged like this.

I have to admit, despite your cuddly appearance...

you guys are grade-A builders in my book.

Berbils love Panthro.

Hug.

A hug? I'm not really a hugger.

Hug. Hug. Hug. Hug.

Oh, what the heck.

Busted.

Panthro's a big old softy.

Is that a problem?

- Nope. - It's cool.