Original subtitles

- [Man] UltraForce!

(theme music)

UltraForce!

UltraForce!

(dramatic music)

(skateboards rumbling)

- Out of my way, lame-o's!

- Hey, watch it!

(skateboards rumbling)

(splat)

- What are you looking at?

We've just come to drop off some coinage.

(coins jingling)

Major coins.

They will even buy you some Z's.

- Ahh!

(hissing) (crowd shouting)

(coughing)

- Time to make a radical withdrawal!

- Ya!

(woman screaming)

(crash)

- Ah!

(crash) (explosion)

- What the--

- Ah!

- That's Kelly, from my algebra class.

- Look, it's Prime!

(dramatic music)

- Ahh!

(bang) (coins falling)

- Don't you know crime doesn't pay?

- Ha!

You gotta be kidding me!

Out of my face, choir boy.

(crash)

- Uhhh!

(crash)

- Oh jeeze, I'm dissolving!

Lamar, help me!

(splat)

- Huh?

Wait a second.

- [Lamar] Leave him alone!

- What the--

(coins jingling)

(both shouting) (hiss)

(grunting) (straining)

(crash)

- Uh...that kid changed just like me.

They must be Ultras.

I gotta find out where they came from.

Ya!

(crash)

- Come on, we gotta get you back to Dr. Gross.

- Dr. Gross?

(hiss)

- Your Dr. Gross has treated a rare confection.

(rumbling)

(zoom)

(hiss)

- We've gotta follow those kids.

- [Topaz] What kids?

- The ones that disappeared in the sewer.

- Forget 'em.

- But they're--

- We've gotta get these people out of the bank

before the whole place caves in.

Do it!

(glass shattering)

(dramatic music)

(rumbling)

(crash)

(woman screams)

- Whoa!

(crash)

(whoosh)

- Kelly, are you alright?

- I think so.

Hey, how'd you know my name?

- Oh, uh...I, uh...

- Come here, I want to talk to you.

- Hardcase, those kids were...

- Listen good, pal.

There's more to this Ultra hero gig

than flexing your muscles and saving girls.

You gotta think before you act!

Otherwise, you're just another one of the problems.

- Problems?

Forget you, Hardcase.

You don't know the first thing about problems.

This Dr. Gross guy, I gotta find him.

(whoosh)

(crash)

- Kid gets worse every day.

- Kid?

Prime?

You treat him like he was a 13 year old.

- If you only knew.

(suspenseful music)

(drip...drip...drip...drip)

- End of the line.

So much for finding this Dr. Gross guy.

- What?

Prime is looking for me?

Is it not bad enough I'm forced to dwell in the sewers?

Relying on bunglers to provide the funding

for my experiments?

- Dr. Gross, look!

His arm, it's leaking.

The green goo.

- Goo!

Could it be?

Could it be that Prime

is a product of one of my early experiments?

- Some of the children were rescued by their parents

before the results could be tested.

- If only my records had not been destroyed!

I must obtain a sample of Prime's genetic material.

(squelching)

- Oh no, not now!

- He's leaving.

- We must find out where he goes.

Don't just sit there, you know what to do.

Fire the tracking dart!

(whirring)

- Oh man, it's late.

I gotta get back to school.

(crash)

(people chattering and shouting)

(straining) (slurping)

- [Kelly] Did you see the way Prime, like,

looked at me?

Like he really cared.

- Kelly!

- Kevin, you play soccer?

- Uh, hi Kelly.

Are you okay?

I heard you, uh, got caught in an Ultra battle downtown.

- I'm fine, thanks to Prime.

He was totally like amazing!

He's so cool.

(growling)

- Alright, Prime, you big dummy,

where'd you go?

Where's that stupid tracking dart.

Ah-ha!

Goo's still wet, he must be close.

Ah, man, he's probably in that group of kids.

But which one?

Okay, number eight, let's flush 'em out!

Go get a snack!

- So, uh, you like Prime then?

- Why, you jealous?

I mean, Prime's seven feet of buff, studly Ultra muscle.

Who'd be jealous of him?

(laughing)

(scream)

(roar)

(screaming)

- Ahh!

(crash)

- Gotta turn into Prime!

But it's too soon.

(Kelly screams)

Kelly!

- Come on, Prime, you Ultra geek.

- If that big ugly puss bucket

even thinks about touching her...

(straining)

- Ahh!

Ahh!

(whoosh)

- Be right back.

It's Prime Time!

(splat)

Yeah, uh!

You okay, Kelly?

Let me take you home.

- Uh...yeah, sure, Prime.

(whoosh)

- Hmm...Prime called that girl by name.

Could it be that Dr. Gross's

handsome, perfect Prime creation

has a weak spot for that girl?

This is perfect!

Follow him, number eight.

Ew, yuck!

(brakes squeal)

(students screaming)

- Not that blob again!

(screaming)

Stay right here, okay?

Naughty, naught, blob boy.

(straining)

(splat)

(crash)

Take it easy, kids.

Prime's got everything under control.

Right, Kelly?

Kelly?

Kelly!

Kelly!!

- [Kelly] Prime!

Help!

(zoom)

- I questioned the security guard.

The last thing he remembered was two kids

and something about a bank pig.

- And I found this in the debris.

- Hey, I had a bank like this when I was a kid.

Oh, eh.

This one's seen some bad times.

- Yeah, and?

(whoosh)

- Ah, our nation's best and brightest.

Street grunge.

Biggest ambition?

Slash the tires on their truant officer's four by four.

They've been subjected to heavy genetic experimentation.

Real scary stuff.

- I heard Prime mention a Dr. Gross.

- How appropriate.

- Dig up whatever you can on this Dr. Gross.

If this guy's experimenting on kids,

we gotta find him and shut him down.

- Kelly!

Kelly!

Waa! (crash)

I've gotta find her.

Hey!

It's going into the sewer, just like those kids.

I bet if I follow, it'll lead me to Kelly

and Dr. Gross.

(whoosh)

(crash)

- [Ghoul] I found something.

Dr. Vincent Gross was a geneticist

doing experimental government research.

Considered a genius with rouge tendencies,

twelve years ago his funding was cut off.

- I wonder why.

- Experimental atrocities.

- He's obviously still at it somewhere.

- These young criminals

are undoubtedly providing the doctor's funding.

- If we pinpoint all the bank robbery locations...

- Maybe we can determine where he set up his lab.

- I love it when you play detective.

(splat...splat...)

- Looks familiar.

Yup, that's the Prime cut, alright.

(whoosh)

A secret door.

Hmm...no bell.

Guess I'll have to knock.

(crash)

Ding dong!

Kelly!

Kelly, are you okay?

- [Dr. Gross] She can't hear you.

He he he he.

Look at him, what an awesome specimen.

- Look, I don't know what you're up to,

but Prime's taking those kids out of here now!

- My dear Prime, these are my children.

And I might add, so are you.

- What?

Why you--

(splat)

- Not in the legal sense, perhaps.

But I did contribute certain genetic material

which does give me a certain paternal claim.

Oh yes.

Inside that brawny, goo formed body

is 13 year old boy, is there not?

One of my long lost, early experiments.

Just like Dewey there, my first.

Only he didn't work out quite so well,

did you, Dewey?

- I have always done my best.

- Of course, dear lad.

Certainly not your fault.

- I swear...touch those kids and you're--

Gah!

(electricity crackling)

- [Dr. Gross] That thing hurts.

Those neural disrupters should hold you

while I take the necessary sample

of your genetic material.

Calm down, dear boy!

This shan't hurt either.

(Prime straining)

Now, to inbject the Prime material

in a couple of select subjects.

You two, inside, now!

- Not till you deliver the green stuff you promised.

And I don't mean the gooey kind!

- You'll get your money.

Must I use organism number eight to persuade you?

(both agreeing frantically)

(hiss)

(maniacal laughter)

- Success is imminent, Dewey, I feel it!

- Ahh!

(straining)

- [Contrary] Here are all the bank robbery locations.

Gross's lab must be somewhere in this area.

- Those delinquents escaped down what you call a manhole.

- The sewers!

Let's go!

(zapping) (whirring)

(both screaming)

- What a moment, Dewey!

Who knows what this next generation can evolve into?

- No!

- Cool. - Yeah, not bad, Doc.

- [Dr. Gross] Such raw energy!

Aren't they magnificent, Dewey?

- Ya!

- So primitive, so undisciplined!

I love them!

(kids screaming)

(clang) - Ya!

(static)

- Kelly!

Uh!

Must...break...free...

- [Lamar] Alright, Doc, it's their turn.

You guys will love being like us.

(straining)

- Hardcase said...gotta think first.

Prime can't break free, but Kevin could.

(maniacal laughter)

- They're not so handsome as Prime,

but still more success than I had with you,

eh Dewey?

Perhaps with a larger sample from Prime--

Uh!

He's here some place!

Find him!

- With pleasure... (roars)

(maniacal laughter)

- Wonderful.

A bigger sample, a better more advanced Prime!

- Gotta get Ultraforce here.

And warn Contra--Ah!

(crash)

(gasps)

- Dr. Gross so loves his handsome, wonderful Prime.

When I'm done with you, you won't be handsome

or wonderful!

- Gotta be strong, get my Primal energy back!

- Gotta be strong, gotta get--huh?

- [Ghoul] Gotta work on my entrances.

- Nice work, Dewey Gross.

Take a last look, cuz as of now, you're out of business!

- Bravo, bravo!

You should really stick to acting, Hardcase.

You're completely out of your league.

Children, say hello to our guests.

(laughing)

- And I thought I got a bad impression.

(straining)

(crash)

(ululating)

(squish)

(all straining)

- Genetically...unstable...

Can't...retain...shape...

Deteriorating!

- My sample was too small!

Quick, my children, back into the chamber!

(beep)

(hiss)

(straining)

- No one slimes the Queen of Gwendor!

Ya!

(whirring) (shouting in distress)

- Ah!

Prime!

Ah!

- Tough luck, babe, he checked out.

He he he.

- Checked out, huh?

Well Prime's checking back in!

If I have enough strength left,

I'll be able to do it.

- Prime, help!

(screaming)

- Like football?

First lesson, this is called a pass.

- [Ghoul] And this is called a foul!

- Why you...

- Ah, no, no!

You really don't want to--

Ow!

- Eww!

- Ahh!

(straining)

Nice timing, Prime!

A minute earlier would have preferable.

(whoosh)

- Prime?

Ahh!

- You guys like football?

I'll show you a pass that'll bust all records.

Uh-uh.

Not the kids.

This is between you and--

Hey...you're kids too.

Alright, I'm getting these other kids out of here.

But you will stay right here til I come back.

Understood?

(whoosh)

- Let's get out of here!

(suspenseful music)

- It appears we finally located

the nefarious Dr. Gross.

- Sweet dreams, guys.

- Wait, Hardcase!

Gross made them into these creatures.

But they're still just kids inside.

- Whoa!

- Relax guys, Prime'll save you.

(slurping)

- Uh, oh, oh!

- [Prime] It's okay.

I told you it'd be okay.

- Man, I-...I just wanna go home.

- [Dr. Gross] You are not going anywhere,

you interfering fool.

(hiss)

I shall destroy you all!

(splat...splat...splat)

Come on!

Help me!

(explosion)

- I'm here, Dr. Gross, I'll save you.

- Let's get these kids out of here.

- A Prime suggestion.

(whoosh)

- Hi-ya-ya!

(fire crackling)

(explosion)

(whoosh)

Take care of that ankle, Kelly.

- Thanks, Prime!

See ya!

- You're good with kids.

You know where they're coming from.

Obviously.

- Yeah, before, I didn't know what Prime is about.

But now I do.

Prime's about kids.

- Not a bad thing

for the world's strongest Ultra to stand for.

Come on, let's get other kids home.

(whoosh)

(triumphant music)

(zoom)

- [Dr. Gross] What a catastrophe, Dewey.

My body...I'm a blob.

An unstable blob in a bucket.

- I'll be here for you, father.

No matter how you look.

- [Man] I've seen ya look better, Gross.

- [Dr. Gross] General Samuels,

you sanctimonious swine!

You deserted me!

- Come off it, Gross, I kept you outta jail.

So...how'd you like your old job back?

But this time, with a lab.

Very hush hush, secret lab, unlimited funding.

- Any experiments I want?

- Anything.

(maniacal laughter)

- Oh, Dewey, my boy.

We're back in business.

(maniacal laughter)

(theme song)