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The shield of the dimension wrapped in spaces...

forming into the dimensions of an individual...

isolating it from the outside to make the outer cover.

The effects of radiation...

gravity, and temperature are absorbed.

Every wave motion of energy can be restricted.

Even a bullet...

or resistance to the shock of a nuclear explosion.

The inertia mass depends on surface control resistance.

Movement at the velocity of light is possible.

Furthermore, the muscle power doubles...

depending on its function.

That power is infinite!

In this modern era, the laws of physics...

are transcended in the dream supersuit.

As long as I have this...

As long as I have this... this power...

I, too, can become a superhero. Yes!

Oh, what an incredible genius lam.

Get up earlier.

You always sleep in until the last minute.

So what? I'm always there.

Mirai, don't you care about anything?

Mm-hmm.

NOZOMU: You don't act like it.

MIRAL That's none of your business.

Mirai, you have no manners.

By the way, it came again...

that stupid credit card statement.

Nozomu, we have to keep this an absolute secret from Hiroshi.

He'll act like a parent if we don't.

Nothing about today, either.

What happens when you win...

and everyone finds out about it?

I'll deal with it.

Unless he gets up, Hiroshi's not going out today.

He spent all night wasting power.

He picked something up off-line.

Eww! Look at this!

It's almost noon.

Time for you to wake up, step off that cloud.

Aah! It's happened! He's lost his mind!

I finally did it!

MIRAI: Great, but forget it if it'll make a mess.

Your inventions never work right anyway.

What's this nonsense...

regarding the dimensional shield of the Moldiver?

Hey!

Stop that. Can't I have any privacy?

MIRAI: You're hopeless.

Nozomu's waiting, so hurry and eat your food.

OK. No problem.

Why do you want to waste your Sunday dreaming?

At least clean your room.

Dreaming?

Dreaming. Maybe.

I'm leaving! See ya!

P.A: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming.

ZIC's celebration for the announcement...

of our Tokyo Restored Car Grand Prix...

scheduled next week...

on the Tokyo Circuit Expressway.

The designs are as in the old days...

reinvented for modern times.

Distinctive cars, one and all.

A Honda V-12 RA-121-E.

Not bad for being from a restoration department.

MAN: A replica's a replica, after all.

A copy isn't an original.

HIROSHI: It's been a long time, Mr. Amagi.

As always, you seem extremely interested in this event, Ozora.

You're working very hard...

at the Department of Technical Development.

Oh, please.

Even at ZIC, I mean, compared with NASA...

I mean, our facility interior just--

I'd like you to look at something I have.

Hmm?

Why, that's an imitation R-25 Sound-8mm film!

Damn.

That's not what I have to show you.

Where is it?

That's a... You don't mean a...

V-V-V-VHD disc player!

Ha ha ha ha!

This is a rare and unique item.

I have the software, too.

Still can't beat me with your retro collection.

Ohh.

I suppose you're right.

P.A: Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for waiting.

What you're about to see is completely authentic.

Among the 32 entries...

this is the only true F-1 machine--

the P-34!

CROWD: That's cool.

At last, ZIC has successfully obtained this rare machine.

Nothing's like the real thing, eh, Mr. Amagi?

And now, the main event--

a suitable choice for the unveiling of this machine.

Who will be named the most beautiful girl...

in all of Tokyo...

in the ZIC Race Queen contest?

Let me introduce the special judges--

the greatest Japanese physicist of this century...

and ZIC's honorary consultant...

Professor Hiroshi Amagi.

Professor?

P.A: And from our Planning Department, Director Niura.

And now the contest begins.

Entry number one, Miss Masami Oka, 18.

Our next lovely entry, number seven...

GIRL: What are you shaking for?

This is the biggest event I've ever entered.

You don't have any guts.

I'll win easily at this rate.

Next is entry number nine, Miss Mao Shirase, 17.

It's my turn. Here I go.

Oh, don't let her get to you, Mirai.

Next, maybe you know her as the former Miss Air-City...

and the former Miss Hibarigaoka...

entry number 10, at age 17...

Miss Mirai Ozora.

Listen to those cheers.

That's just great.

Guess you couldn't tell your brother.

So, now that everyone is revved up...

who among these 12 beauties...

will be named Miss Grand Prix?

Hey, what's happening here?

Material transportation system!

Something horrible is happening!

We're being attacked by these terrormechal

Mao, get up.

I can't. My head!

GIRL: Aah!

This is it.

I harnessed this power for a situation like this.

If I'm going to use it...

now is the time!

It's time to really do this.

Aah!

MAO: Wait! You can use kung fu, right?

MIRAI: No! I'm a beginner!

Aah!

So the F-1 is all mine.

BOTH: F-1?

- Whoa! - Aah!

HIROSHI: Unhand those women!

Huh?

Are you OK, Mirai?

Huh?

Damn!

Aah!

Oh, no!

- Oh, man. - Oh, brother.

He seems kind of unprofessional.

Aah!

Aah!

Look out behind you!

No applause, please. I...

Aah!

Whoa!

I never expected this kind of swinging reception.

Wait. I got it.

Inertia control maximum.

Yah!

Aah!

Wow!

Jennifer, retrieve them.

They were right.

The time limit.

Hmm.

Was that Moldiver?

Something looks very familiar about this.

Elizabeth, Sayuri, Nastassja...

Vivien, Jennifer, Brooke...

the Professor will be returning soon.

Prepare for his arrival.

It's an outrage!

Who is that ridiculous figure?

He ruined my most illustrious hour...

and my reputation as the greatest genius...

of our century!

Heed me well when I say...

I will never forgive him!

All of the greatest fruit of human technology...

becomes valuable only when in my possession!

Correct, Isabelle?

Yes, Professor.

No matter what happens, I'll acquire the F-1...

and make it worthy of the Machinegal private collection.

- Agent Brooke... - What?

1 will retrieve the F-1 for you.

Good, and expose that costumed buffoon before an audience, too.

Plan it for the Tokyo F-1 Grand Prix.

And no mistakes!

ALL: Yes, Professor.

MIRAI I'm home!

NOZOMU: The ZIC thing was awesome.

I saw it on television.

Nozomu, is Hiroshi back?

He didn't come back.

He was in the audience.

HIROSHI: Ah-choo!

Our dreamer is home.

Strength and mobility are better than what I imagined...

the results beyond what I hoped.

Wonder if I can do something about...

that funny gravity-like feeling.

Am I catching you at a bad moment?

MIRAI: You said while our parents are away...

we were to keep no secrets, right, brother?

HIROSHI: Uhh...

MIRAL: All right then.

Here's a few things you forgot in the fuss--

your one-and-only suit and your glasses.

You even forgot your underwear.

How'd you ever get back here without getting arrested?

Just as I thought.

This is all very interesting.

WOMAN: As mentioned before...

there was a scholar who insisted that outer space...

was filled with ether.

Isn't that interesting?

MIRAI: Too much time on space cruisers.

I should've devoted more time on terrormecha.

Now the job of Race Queen is gone, too.

Dear Mr. Misaki, I will someday catch up with you.

So please--

WOMAN: Miss Ozora, wake up!

Just kidding.

Oh, don't tease me.

I'm sure you're just fantasizing about Mr. Misaki.

But don't you dare.

He belongs to all of us.

Where'd you get these bills?

I was counting on some income from the contest, and--

Well, have you heard any news from the contest people?

I forgot to check my messages.

MAO: Well, haven't we been out all night having fun?

I guess this means you haven't seen this.

I won second prize.

And who won first?

Yay! It's mel

Huh? What's this?

Oh, wasn't he cool?

I bought all the papers.

Wait!

"The mysterious stranger rescues a huge tanker?

"Hero rescues a small boy from certain death?

"Superhuman returns stolen Hachi?

"Justice is served by a brave warrior?"

That's crazy!

MAO: Everyone's crazy about him.

I wonder who he really is.

Captain Tokyo?

MAN ON TV: Hi, everybody. How are you?

MIRAL: Hiroshi's design was just too awful...

doesn't have any style.

I'd be embarrassed to be designed to look like that.

I'd die.

A design change will make the difference.

Hello?

How do I do this?

Here's something.

"The outer shape is determined...

"by the input of brainwaves."

Well, I have brainwaves.

It's easy... or at least I hope.

I'll input a few little changes...

make it look better.

Huh?

Aah!

What's it doing?

Stop it!

P.A: A beautiful clear day for the Tokyo Imperial Circuit...

a day to defend the names...

of the former kings of the highway.

Who will be the faster of the Grand Prix?

Whoo-hoo!

What's so fun about watching gasoline-powered cars...

go around in a circle?

You're too young to understand the excitement...

of the manly roar of an exhaust.

NOZOMU: Here it comes. Is that your company's antique?

Ohh.

The race is exciting...

but I wish it was someplace air-conditioned.

That's what separates the men from the boys.

- Making noise! - That's me?

ANNOUNCER: Now, the star of the race...

Satoru Nakayama's Tyrel P-34.

What do you think, Professor Amagi?

It's the best.

The great sound of the engine...

the roar of the six-wheeler is the ultimate.

He's already a lap behind the leader of this race.

ANNOUNCER: Leading is Namakumaren Onda...

only two seconds ahead, the fastest of the group.

In the Marion-Shiken neighborhood...

the third ranking is tested as a splendid battle.

Who could have anticipated so close a contest?

The ZIC team is pulling out for a pit stop.

Nine laps left. Good luck.

DRIVER: Thank you, Miss Beauty Queen.

Huh?

Huh?

Hmm?

Hey, stop!

Aah!

- All right! - Hiroshi!

Whatever's happening must be the criminal act...

Professor Machinegal warned us about.

For God's sake! What's he trying to create?

Another mecha group uproar?

CREW: This looks very odd.

DRIVER: I've completely lost control!

CREW: Describe the problem.

DRIVER: Steering, shift, acceleration--nothing's working!

It's driving itself!

CREW: Impossible!

Number two has suffered a terrific crash!

Was this accident caused by Professor Machinegal, too?

Isabelle, preparations are set here--

the controller and the synchro.

Roger.

Can't you guys cut the engine from here?

It must be possible.

I'm trying. I have no control.

Something's controlling it at a distance.

Perhaps Professor Machinegal wants a newer F-1.

Oh, my God!

There's been another grisly accident!

At this rate, no one will even survive!

HIROSHI: Wrong. We'll all survive!

AMAGI: What now?

Ladies and gentlemen...

Captain Tokyo has continued his quest for good.

Wait! The person who rescued the driver is a girl!

Huh? He doesn't mean me?

I don't believe it!

- Farewell. - Aah!

It was him! Hiroshi!

Huh? What a babe!

Aah!

Jennifer, send Brooke the supersuit.

Isabelle, not with the F-1 still in synchro.

The Professor would say the most pressing thing is the girl.

Intruder Dimension Area Transfer System, stand by.

Target grid set. Ready.

Drive.

MIRAI: Aren't you going to do something?

HIROSHI: You did this. The arms are too thin.

MIRAI: But they're so much more attractive.

HIROSHI: I programmed it for great strength, not beauty.

Is this Captain Tokyo's group?

I'll expose your true form.

Wait at the back of the main stand.

Hurry up.

Urggh!

That would've been great if it hurt me at all.

Uhh! Uhh!

HIROSHI: I can't fight without a man's heavier muscles.

MIRAI: Well, your body isn't exactly very tough.

You already owe me.

HIROSHI: I owe this cold I'm catching to you.

MIRAL: I'll just--

HIROSHI: Just strip off your clothes.

The Mole Unit can't function on clothing.

The whole thing depends on coincidence.

I still think I'm going to explode.

Huh?

Well, what now?

Just take the thing.

That's it?

666 seconds.

Then the limiter turns on. Got it?

Here goes nothing.

I'm counting on you.

Metamorforce!

Oh, this outfit's awful!

I'm sorry it doesn't meet with your fashion sense.

As for details, I'll instruct you.

Right.

Here I go!

HIROSHI: Go for it!

Ah-choo!

Come on out and fight!

Come out, or this whole audience will perish.

MIRAI: Aw, shut up.

I've been here all along.

There! It's him!

Ahh!

MAN: At last! It's Captain Tokyo!

That's not my name.

I'm a loving and brave and truthful person...

Moldiver!

Moldiver!

That's right! Yes!

Fire!

Wasted!

Oh, shit!

Oh, the humanity.

HIROSHI: That's the power of Moldiver.

Mirai, stop being impressed with yourself.

Rescue Nakayama.

- Yeah! - Hurry!

While using Moldiver's dimensional shield...

you can decide the degree of its physical resistance...

to the outside world.

Spare me the physics lesson.

Tell me how to go faster.

HIROSHI: In the visor, you can adjust the surface resistance...

and speed parameters with your brainwaves.

OK.

Think I'm going to just let you go?

That suit's hot.

Back for more?

Take that!

Damn it!

How long am I supposed to just sit here?

ANNOUNCER: Never have we seen such speed...

in a fighting unit.

Really the fastest battle ever.

Soon they'll be in front of the grandstand.

They passed like bullets!

HIROSHI: How long are you going to have that tailgater?

Hurry up! Rescue Nakayama and the F-1.

- Oh, yeah! I forgot! - Come on!

MIRAL: It's been fun, but it's time to end it.

Brooke!

Isabelle, the synchro may be malfunctioning.

We must retrieve the F-1.

Wait. Override it and synch it to Brooke.

Oh, Brooke...

- Drive on! - Aah!

Right on, Hiroshi.

The receiver. It's gone!

What's happening, Mirai? What's wrong?

Oh, no! I ran past it!

Help!

It's really fast! Look at him go!

Oh, what should 1 do?

That's right! The parameter cancel!

Cancel! Cancel!

I said cancel!

Oh!

Right on!

Aah!

Monster devastation! It's a huge collapse!

It's amazing, ladies and gentlemen!

Oh, no!

Ah, Mr. Nakayama!

Yes! The beautiful girl superhero...

saves a handsome race car driver.

HIROSHI: What have I done?

This is no way for a hero to start a reputation.

Ya-hoo!

MIRAL Kennedy, as in Cape Kennedy.

Hello.

Amy Lean's concert?

Don't ya know?

My brother's got tickets on the first day.

Mm-hmm.

The tickets.

And Musaki's going with him.

I can't even go.

What if Mishima shows up?

Moldiver's a lot cuter.

The episode's called "Overzone."

Um, L..

Metamorforce!