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YO-O-O, JOE!

♪ HE'LL FIGHT FOR FREEDOM WHEREVER THERE'S TROUBLE ♪

♪ G.I. JOE IS THERE

♪ G.I. JOE, A REAL AMERICAN HERO ♪

♪ G.I. JOE IS THERE

♪ IT'S G.I. JOE AGAINST COBRA THE ENEMY ♪

♪ FIGHTING TO SAVE THE DAY

♪ HE NEVER GIVES UP, HE'S ALWAYS THERE ♪

♪ FIGHTING FOR FREEDOM OVER LAND AND AIR ♪

♪ G.I. JOE, A REAL AMERICAN HERO ♪

♪ G.I. JOE IS THERE

G.I. JOE IS THE CODE NAME

FOR AMERICA'S DARING, HIGHLY TRAINED SPECIAL-MISSION FORCE.

ITS PURPOSE -- TO DEFEND HUMAN FREEDOM AGAINST COBRA,

A RUTHLESS TERRORIST ORGANIZATION

DETERMINED TO RULE THE WORLD.

♪ HE NEVER GIVES UP

♪ HE'LL STAY TILL THE FIGHT'S WON ♪

♪ G.I. JOE WILL DARE

♪ G.I. JOE, A REAL AMERICAN HERO ♪

♪ G.I. JOE

Announcer: NOW THE SHOW THAT DARES TO ASK 20 QUESTIONS.

GOOD EVENING.

TONIGHT'S BIG STORY --

IS ONE OF AMERICA'S ELITE G.I. JOE TEAM A TRAITOR?

OUR STORY BEGAN WITH A BATTLE BETWEEN JOE AND COBRA FORCES

IN TEXAS CITY...

IN WHICH THE JOES' NEW SECRET ARMOR TREATMENT

WAS REVEALED FOR THE FIRST TIME.

ENTER SPECIALIST-4 RONALD W. "DUSTY" RUDAT,

SEEMINGLY AN EXEMPLARY G.I. JOE TROOPER --

IDEALISTIC, SINCERE, TRUSTWORTHY.

WHAT MADE THIS YOUNG MAN BETRAY HIS COUNTRY

AND LEAD HIS FRIENDS INTO AN AMBUSH --

AN AMBUSH THAT LEFT G.I. JOE LEADER CONRAD "DUKE" HAUSER

IN A DEEP COMA?

HIS MOTHER'S MOUNTING MEDICAL BILLS

MAY ACCOUNT FOR RUDAT SELLING OUT HIS COUNTRY.

UH, WHAT DOES RUDAT'S MOTHER THINK OF THIS?

I-IS HER CONDITION TERMINAL?

VAMOOSE, YOU FILTHY --

Ramirez: BUT THE BIG QUESTION REMAINS --

WHAT HAS RUDAT TOLD COBRA,

AND WHEN WILL THEY USE IT AGAINST THE JOES

AND ALL AMERICANS?

THIS IS HECTOR RAMIREZ REPORTING FOR "TWENTY QUESTIONS."

WELCOME TO COBRA TEMPLE, SPECIALIST RUDAT.

IT'S JUST DUSTY -- PLAIN, OLD DUSTY.

THERE COULD BE A PLACE FOR YOU IN COBRA

IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO OFFER US,

SUCH AS THE JOES' SECRET ARMOR TREATMENT.

I GUESS I GOT NOWHERE ELSE TO GO.

OKAY, COUNT ME IN.

EXCELLENT. EXCELLENT.

LET'S CHAT.

ONE CODE CHANGED.

6,437 TO GO.

ALL 'CAUSE OF THAT STINKING TRAITOR DUSTY.

I WANT TO BREAK HIS NECK.

SHIPWRECK, HIS MOTHER IS SICK.

DON'T JUDGE SOMEBODY UNTIL YOU'VE --

IF YOU SAY, "WALK A MILE IN HIS MOCCASINS,"

I SWEAR I'LL GAG.

WELL, PERSONALLY, I'D HATE TO BE IN DUSTY'S BOOTS RIGHT NOW.

Cobra Commander: WE'RE ALREADY SPRAYING YOUR ARMOR-TREATMENT FORMULA.

SINCE YOU GAVE US THE SECRET,

YOU CAN COMMAND THE WORK DETAIL, DUSTY.

COMMANDER, NO! THIS IS MY UNIT.

IF HE WANTS IT, LET HIM FACE ME IN THE ARENA.

WHY, A SPLENDID IDEA.

LET'S SEE JUST HOW RUTHLESS YOU CAN BE.

WELCOME, DUSTY, TO MY ARENA OF DEATH.

WE USE THIS CHAMBER TO SETTLE MINOR PERSONAL DISPUTES.

LIEUTENANT CLAYMORE HAS SELECTED ROCKET NUNCHAKUS

FOR THIS COMBAT,

A CUTE LITTLE TOY ONE OF OUR WEAPONS ENGINEERS THOUGHT UP.

THE RULES ARE SIMPLE, GENTLEMEN.

STAY ALIVE.

OH, AND JUST TO MAKE IT MORE INTERESTING...

...I'M FLOODING THE ARENA WITH MAN-EATING PIRANHA.

AAH!

AAH! AAH!

AAH! GET OFF!

YOUR G.I. JOE RECRUIT SEEMS TO BE OUTCLASSED.

THE SHOW'S NOT OVER...

TILL THE FAT LADY SINGS.

AAH! AAH!

HUNGRY LITTLE DEVILS, AREN'T THEY?

NOW, WHERE'S MY WEAPON?

OH, GREAT.

AAH!

[ CHEERS AND APPLAUSE ]

HELP! HELP!

THEY'RE EATING ME ALIVE!

AAH!

WHY DID YOU SAVE HIM?

DO I DETECT A VESTIGE OF MERCY?

WE CAN ALWAYS USE EXTRA HELP ON K.P.

[ LAUGHING ]

I THINK I LIKE YOU, DUSTY.

YOU'RE MY TYPE OF TROOPER,

THE TYPE WHO CAN LEAD OUR ATTACK AGAINST LEARY CHEMICALS.

Shipwreck: OH, THIS IS CRAZY.

WE'RE STRUNG ALL OVER THE MAP,

TRYING TO PROTECT 50 DIFFERENT TARGETS.

SAVE IT, SHIPWRECK.

WE DON'T NEED YOUR COMPLAINTS.

OH, I DON'T MEAN NOTHING BY IT.

ASK DUKE.

I GUESS YOU CAN'T ASK DUKE.

NO, I CAN'T.

HE'S STILL IN A COMA BECAUSE OF THAT TRAITOR.

AND COBRA COULD PUT HALF THE COUNTRY IN A SIMILAR STATE

IF WE LET THEM GET THE CHEMICALS THEY NEED

FOR THEIR MIND-CONTROL GAS.

THAT'S IT. NICE AND EASY.

DON'T BE A HERO.

STANDARD JOE OPERATING PROCEDURE

WOULD BE TO HIDE NEAR A POTENTIAL TARGET,

MAYBE IN THOSE TREES.

WE'RE NEARING THE CHEMICAL PLANT.

STAND BY FOR ACTION.

CUT THE CABLES!

WATER MOCCASINS!

THE SCURVY SWINE! THEY BLOCKED US IN!

HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON?!

SNAP TO! GET THE STUFF IN THE RED DRUMS!

COME ON, COME ON! MORE POWER!

MOVE, YOU FLOATING JUNK HEAP! MOVE!

SIR, WE HAVE PRISONERS.

YOU WANT THEM ELIMINATED?

NAH, SAVE YOUR AMMUNITION FOR THE JOES.

SIR, THE JOES -- THEY'VE BROKEN FREE.

OKAY, THAT'S IT. GET ABOARD.

MOVE IT!

YOU KNOW THE DRILL. FLANK THEM AND CUT THEM OFF.

Shipwreck: GOTCHA!

OF ALL THE LOW-DOWN, SLIMY, CRUSTACEAN...

FLINT, WATCH OUT!

They know our attack formation. They set booby traps for us.

DON'T LET THEM GET AWAY! FIRE YOUR ROCKETS!

Did you get them, Flint?

NO.

OBVIOUSLY THEY'RE PROTECTED BY THE ARMOR TREATMENT FORMULA

DUSTY GAVE THEM.

THERE MAY BE NO STOPPING THEM NOW.

Cobra Commander: READY...

AIM...

FIRE!

CEASE FIRE!

[ GASPS ]

STINGS A LITTLE.

NEED MORE CHEST PADDING, BUT NO SERIOUS DAMAGE.

THE ARMOR TREATMENT MAKES EVEN OUR UNIFORMS IMPENETRABLE!

NOTHING WILL STOP US NOW. NOTHING!

[ MEN CHEERING ]

YOU DON'T SEEM TO BE...

CHEERING, LIEUTENANT CLAYMORE.

Flint: OWLSLEY CHEMICAL.

THEY MANUFACTURE THE LAST INGREDIENT COBRA NEEDS

FOR THEIR MIND-CONTROL GAS.

WE ARE APPROACHING OUR TARGET.

MAN THE CLAWS.

PREPARE TO ATTACK!

WHAT ABOUT ME?

I CAN ANTICIPATE THE JOES' NEXT --

YOU WILL STAY HERE.

I WILL LEAD THE ASSAULT.

DON'T YOU TRUST ME ANYMORE?

[ LAUGHS ]

AS STALIN SAID, "TRUST NO ONE, NOT EVEN YOURSELF."

NOT A SOUND.

NOTHING MOVING, EXCEPT THAT CLOUD.

HMM.

AND THERE'S NOT EVEN A BREEZE.

IT'S COBRA!

GUNS UP! COVER THAT CLOUD!

COBRA!

COBRA!

ATTACK!

WHAT THE...

WE HIT THEM, BUT THEY KEEP COMING.

VICTORY IS OURS!

FLINT, THE ARMOR TREATMENT

HAS TO HAVE SOME WEAKNESS, DOESN'T IT?

SOMETHING.

DUKE OR DOC SAID SOMETHING, BUT I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT.

INTENSE HEAT...FIRE!

BLOWTORCH!

CAN DO, FLINT!

LAUNCH INCENDIARIES!

Cobra Commander: STOP!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! ADVANCE!

ADVAN-- RETREAT! RETREAT!

-YO-O-O, JOE! -YO-O-O, JOE! -YO-O-O, JOE! -YO-O-O, JOE!

LOOKS LIKE COBRA GOT ITS FANGS BURNT.

CAREFUL, RUDAT.

-THAT KIND OF TALK... -MIGHT BE MISCONSTRUED...

-AS TRAITOROUS. -AS TRAITOROUS.

Shipwreck: IT'S DUSTY! GET HIM!

YOU WON'T GET AWAY, YOU BARNACLE-SUCKING TRAITOR!

[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]

HOLD STILL, YOU SNAKE SCUM!

KICK IT, LADY JAYE!

THEY'RE MOVING!

DUSTY, WE HAVE THE CHEMICALS.

AND IN A SECOND, I'LL HAVE THE JOES.

DEMOLITIONS UNIT, ON MY SIGNAL.

NOW!

WHAT THE...

LOOK OUT!

-AAAAH! -AAAAAAAH!

[ BREATHING HEAVILY ]

WHAT THE BLOODY BLUE BLAZES IS THIS?

IT'S CALLED A TRAP, SHIPWRECK.

NICE TRY, DUSTY,

BUT WE CAN CLIMB OUT!

THAT'S RIGHT, YOU COULD,

IF YOU HAD SOMEPLACE SAFE TO CLIMB TO.

YOU THINK WE'LL GIVE UP, YOU MISERABLE, LOW-DOWN...

ENOUGH.

THIS TIME THEY'VE GOT US.

Cobra Commander: WE HAVE THE ARMOR TREATMENT,

THE MIND-CONTROL GAS,

AND WE'VE DEALT OUR ENEMIES A CRUSHING BLOW.

COBRA HAS PROSPERED SINCE YOU JOINED US, DUSTY.

IT'S A PLEASURE SERVING UNDER YOUR COMMAND, SIR.

I'M GLAD, DUSTY.

THERE WILL BE A HIGH POSITION FOR YOU

IN THE NEW COBRA ORDER.

MAY WE SUGGEST, COMMANDER...

THAT YOU TEST THE MIND-CONTROL GAS...

-ON THE JOES? -ON THE JOES?

YES. THE GAS WILL MAKE THEM A ZOMBIE STRIKE FORCE,

MARCHING MINDLESSLY TO THEIR DEATHS FOR COBRA.

NO!

SOMETHING WRONG, DUSTY?

NO, NOTHING.

[ BROOM SWEEPING ]

CLAYMORE TO CRIMSON GUARD COMMANDERS.

I THINK THIS IS WHAT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR.

[ BEEPING ]

RUDAT'S ENTERING THE GAS LABORATORY.

[ DOOR OPENS ]

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, RUDAT!

OH, MY...

HEAD.

BUT I DIDN'T HIT YOU.

[ SLURPING ]

WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?

WE FOUND YOUR GOLDEN BOY...

TAMPERING WITH THE MIND-CONTROL GAS.

FOOLS.

I ORDERED HIM TO PREPARE THE GAS.

-WITHOUT... -SUPERVISION?

HE'S A CONVICTED TRAITOR!

HE HAS NOWHERE TO GO.

WHY SHOULD HE WORK AGAINST COBRA?

A FINAL TEST WILL PROVE YOUR LOYALTY ONCE AND FOR ALL.

YOU WILL PERSONALLY GAS THE JOES.

WARRIORS OF COBRA,

FROM THIS DAY FORWARD, THE WORLD BELONGS TO US!

-COBRA! -COBRA! -COBRA! -COBRA!

-COBRA! -COBRA! -COBRA! -COBRA!

-COBRA! -COBRA! -COBRA! -COBRA!

AND NOW, THE LAST ACT, THE FINAL CURTAIN --

SEND IN THE CLOWNS!

[ GUARDS MURMURING ]

SAY FAREWELL TO YOUR FREE WILL, JOES.

AS OF NOW, YOUR MINDS BELONG TO COBRA.

SEAL THE ARENA.

CLOSE OFF THE TEMPLE VENTS.

OPEN THE ARENA VENTS.

AND NOW, DUSTY, THE GAS.

OH, NO!

[ GASPING, COUGHING ]

YOU -- YOU TRAITOR!

YOU WERE...A TRIPLE AGENT ALL ALONG!

YOU GUESSED IT, CHROME DOME.

LET'S GO!

GET THEM!

[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]

THERE'S WEAPONS IN THE READY ROOM!

-IT'S NOT OVER. -NOT QUITE.

-HAVE A NICE... -DEATH, DUSTY.

HYAH!

SORRY TO INTERRUPT, BUT HE'S ONE OF US.

[ LAUGHS ] YOU BET.

LET'S GO.

-YO-O-O, JOE! -YO-O-O, JOE! -YO-O-O, JOE! -YO-O-O, JOE!

STRIKE ONE!

STRIKE TWO!

STRIKE THREE! YOU'RE OUT!

[ PANTING ]

ALL RIGHT, GET HIM! GET HIM!

Cobra Commander: STOP THEM! DESTROY THEM!

I THINK HE MEANS IT!

WHERE'S COBRA COMMANDER?

HEADING THIS WAY.

FOLLOW ME.

I KNOW HOW WE CAN GET OUT OF HERE.

WAIT. I DON'T KNOW.

AW, FLINT, YOU GOT TO TRUST ME.

LOOK, CAN YOU AFFORD NOT TO?

HE'S GOT A POINT, FLINT.

SLAY THEM ALL, ESPECIALLY RUDAT!

Dusty: HURRY!

THIS DOOR OUGHT TO HOLD THEM.

[ PANTING ]

WOULD YOU MIND TELLING ME WHAT WE'RE DOING, DUSTY?

ALL PART OF DUKE'S PLAN.

DUKE'S WHAT?

THESE CHEMICALS CAN MAKE MIND-CONTROL GAS,

OR THEY CAN MAKE A FORMULA

THAT NEUTRALIZES OUR ARMOR TREATMENT.

EVERYBODY, STAND BACK!

SACRE BLEU!

WHAT'S THIS?

DUKE KNEW THE ARMOR TREATMENT WAS UNSTABLE.

IT REACTS WITH CERTAIN CHEMICALS

AND CORRODES WHATEVER IT'S PROTECTING.

GOTCHA!

[ LAUGHS ]

STOP! DON'T LEAVE WITHOUT ME!

CALL OUR OFFICE!

Tomax: WE'LL DO LUNCH!

CIAO!

NO! WAIT! I COMMAND IT!

[ GROANS ]

THERE HE IS.

[ HISSES ]

Flint: NOWHERE TO RUN, COBRA COMMANDER.

CLAYMORE!

IT'S GOOD TO KNOW WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE.

Duke: I HEREBY REINSTATE SPECIALIST DUSTY RUDAT

TO FULL RANK AND PRIVILEGES IN THE G.I. JOE FORCE.

WELCOME BACK, DUSTY.

[ CHEERS AND APPLAUSE ]

GOOD WORK, DUSTY!

WELCOME BACK!

[ WHISTLES ]

NOW THAT MY DUSTY'S A JOE AGAIN,

WILL SOMEBODY EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED?

EASY ENOUGH, MRS. RUDAT.

CHEMISTS TOLD US OUR NEW ARMOR TREATMENT WAS UNSTABLE.

SOONER OR LATER, COBRA WOULD HAVE FIGURED THAT OUT.

WHEN COBRA AGENTS APPROACHED DUSTY, HE CAME TO ME.

WE COOKED UP THE WHOLE TRAITOR ROUTINE,

'CAUSE WE WANTED COBRA TO GET THE ARMOR TREATMENT.

BUT A COBRA BOMB PUT ME IN A COMA,

AND I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW

DUSTY'S DEFECTION WAS NEVER FOR REAL.

YOU POOR, POOR BOY.

OH, MOM.