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(upbeat music)
- [Narrator] Ultraforce!
Ultraforce!
Ultraforce!
- (panting) No.
(shrieking)
Okay.
(guns firing)
(dramatic music)
(grunting)
- Forza!
No.
(panting)
(zapping)
(panting)
- No.
Starburst.
(zapping)
(dinging)
(grunting)
(panting)
(groaning)
DJ.
- Get out of here Hardcase.
Go!
I got me a plan.
- DJ, no, you can't, I can help.
(zapping)
- Take Starburst to the home front.
I'm going critical.
Okay buddy, let's play this game.
(phone ringing)
- No. (panting)
Yeah?
- [Man On Phone] Tom, Hardcase, you okay?
You're supposed to be on the set.
You having those nightmares again?
- We break for this important news bulletin.
Another nuclear missile base, the fourth in 24 hours,
is under attack in Sailing Flats, California.
(gasping)
- Enemy?
(growling)
But you were incinerated.
- [Man On Phone] Hardcase?
Hello, Hardcase?
Your movie, remember?
- I'm gonna be a little late.
(zapping)
(growling)
(yelling)
- Ugh.
(booming)
- Enemy, over here.
(zapping)
(growling)
Yeah.
It's time we had this rematch.
(grunting)
- [Newscaster] A new tone of events
here at the Sailing Flats Missile Base.
The Ultra, known as Hardcase, has just arrived
and is confronting the creature, Enemy.
- (gasping) No.
He's totally wonko.
Even with the squad he couldn't nail Enemy.
- Can't anyone stop these Ultras
from stealing all these missiles?
- Ah man, he's gonna eat it.
(groaning)
- [Mother] Watch, they're gonna hold the world hostage,
I know it.
- I got to get out of here.
- [Mother] Kevin.
- [Father] Let him go Ruthy, he'll be okay.
(zapping)
- No, he's turned into a different person
the last couple of months.
I never know where he is
and he's obsessed with these Ultras.
You call that okay?
- Lighten up Ruth, he's a teenager.
- What do you mean lighten up?
He acts like he's on drugs.
- Oh Ruth, stop it, that's ridiculous.
- [Mother] You know something, don't you?
(grunting)
- Kevin?
I can't help you son, no one can.
You've just got to be strong.
- Nuclear warheads are vanishing all over the globe.
This is the perfect opportunity
to show off our new power suit.
We've totally re-engineered it.
Its suit strength is 33% stronger and energy efficient.
It's been completely fireproofed.
- Nice, very nice.
- Time's a wasting kid, just step back into it.
Go ahead.
(whirring)
(chuckling)
- [Prototype] Now this is the way to start the day.
So where's that missile base?
(zapping)
(grunting)
- It's Primetime.
- Prime, I knew I'd run into you sometime.
Hey, I owe you one.
- You, Hardcase, owe me?
Whoa, I mean, sure.
- [Hardcase] Watch it!
(zapping)
(grunting)
(shrieking)
(crashing)
- Cool.
How'd you do that?
- I didn't.
- [Prototype] I just saved your candied butts.
(growling)
Stand back boys, leave it to a professional.
- What?
- [Prototype] I just saved your candied butts twice.
- Get something straight, Tin Man.
(yelling)
Nobody needs to save Prime.
- The name's Prototype, three syllables.
Too long for you to remember, muscle man?
- I won't have to remember.
- Guys, guys.
Cut it out.
(shrieking)
- Enough.
It is the missiles I want.
- [Prototype] Earthquake?
- Wish it were.
(yelling)
(grunting)
Unbelievable.
(grunting)
(spitting)
- [Prototype] Smooth move, muscle head.
- Freeze ultras, hands above your heads
face down on the ground, now.
Any other movements will be perceived as resistance.
On your bellies, now.
- Wait a second, Prime is not the enemy here.
If this jerko general thinks he--
- Well looks like we agree.
- Cool it guys, just do exactly what they say.
- [Man] Hey, get out of here.
(yelling)
- Return fire, return fire.
- Let's move it.
(helicopter blades whirring)
- A welcome change of venue, no?
(shrieking)
Name's Ghoul, pleased to meet you.
- And I am Contrary, and this is my ship.
- And we just rescued you from a grave situation,
I do speak from first hand experience.
- Ugh.
Ghoul, keep your worms off my mainframe.
- Sorry.
That's Pix, our resident technowiz.
- Hey, do you mind?
And you lady, let's get one thing straight,
Prime doesn't need rescuing from anything or anybody.
- Chill kid.
We got bigger problems than your ego.
- You, stop calling me kid.
- Anyone can see you're no kid.
- So back to the important stuff.
What was going on down there?
Who's got enough power to suck two ton missiles
right into the ground?
- And where are they gonna strike next?
That's what I want to know.
Ghoul, it's rude to stare.
- Hard not to without eyelids.
- Look, I don't know what's going on here,
but thanks for the help, now I got to go.
- [Prototype] Make that two.
- Wait, I brought you here because the Ultra situation
is getting worse.
Unless we band together to control other Ultras--
- Then what, the normal humans will have us eradicated?
Yeah, I've heard all this before.
- You want to put an Ultra team together, right?
- An Ultraforce, exactly.
- No way, I've had it with teams.
- Oh yeah, that's right, he's a movie star now,
making the big bucks.
- It's not the money, meat brain.
I lost good friends, Contrary, the best.
I'm not your man.
- I know about the squad, Hardcase.
It wasn't your fault.
- Yeah well, you weren't there, were you?
- Uh guys, based on my calculations
I think I know which missile base is gonna be hit next.
Hawaii.
- I'm setting a course.
Anyone who wants to leave, now's the time.
- Tuh, are you kidding?
- No way.
- No.
He's mine.
- Uh oh, forget getting there first,
the base has already gone ballistic.
- Alright, Primetime.
- [Contrary] We do have a hatch.
- Whoa.
Not my style, could you?
- But of course.
Get the welding gear Pix, we have work to do.
(booming)
- Wow.
(zapping)
Cool.
(shrieking)
- Are they down there?
(gasping)
(groaning)
You coming?
- Uh, been there, done that.
Okay Frank Russel,
what can you tell me about all of this?
Who's behind this, I need a face.
- The Fire People have suffered in the dark long enough.
Atalon shall reclaim our earth lands.
- Atalon, who is this guy?
- What is this I sense?
This one sees the past by touching an object.
His power will be useful.
(screaming)
- So, you're the one stealing all the missiles?
Whoever you are, you're gonna be sorry now.
- I, I am Atalon, king of the Fire People.
And you, you are a defeated creature
can not grasp the gravity of your situation.
You see, ravelty is my specialty.
(zapping)
(groaning)
(groaning)
This is the best your people could muster?
What a puny race.
- Puny?
Prime ain't puny.
(grunting)
(zapping)
(groaning)
Mama?
- [Prototype] That's not gonna happen to me.
(yelling)
(yelling)
- Such a frail, arrogant people.
(yelling)
Keep well, weaklings.
You have taken light and air for granted
for the last time.
The Fire People are finally reclaiming
what you stole from us.
(rocks crumbling)
(yelling)
- You go too far, Atalon.
We have no quarrel with these surface people.
- The dark has warped your mind, woman.
You shall feel differently once I lead you into the light.
You look like four tomb people alls.
Patience, we are through here.
(grunting)
(faint groaning)
- Proto?
(zapping)
Oh no.
Come on, a few more seconds.
Don't close up on me.
Take care of Prime, I'll check on Proto.
(groaning)
He's just a kid.
Oh man, what a waste.
I hate this, losing friends, man it stinks.
- Tell me about it.
I've lost a few myself.
(crumbling)
- Do not look so fretful, guys.
We are only taking back what is ours.
These people have defiled this wondrous world long enough.
Let's annihilate them
using their own weapons of destruction.
- He's a mad man.
(upbeat music)
* Ultra
* Ultra
* Ultraforce
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