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Ronixis’ ThunderCats Script

A MiSTing by Miusheri



[BONE... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... SAFE]


[MIKE NELSON files into the theater, accompanied by TOM SERVO and CROW T. ROBOT.]


TOM: Oh great, another ridiculous short.  Thanks, Pearl!

MIKE: Concentrate on the “short” part, buddy.  It’ll be okay.


>I have sent the script to the WGA


CROW: A script?  Ugh, this doesn't bode well.



>so now its there for 5 years no matter what happens.


MIKE: Even after it’s sent through the paper shredder, technically it’s *still there*.

BOTS: Yeah, yeah, true...


>Some Mysterius Benafator gave me the funds to send the script.


TOM: No, you misunderstood.  He was *our* benefactor, paying you to never unleash it upon another living soul again!

MIKE: So *that’s* how Pearl got a handle on it.


>But Still: I promised you all I will show you the Second Draft,


BOTS: [chant like monks]

MIKE: [low voice] Behold, my brethren, the sacredness of the Second Draft...


>so here its is...However, I only gonna show you 3 short snippits of >the script...


CROW: With all the verbs edited out for brevity.


>And here it is:

>Back At New Cats Lair, Lion-O is walking to the chamber of >Catamountian, and enters, Cheetarra is already there.




MIKE: [Lion-O, goofy] Why, you’re already here!

TOM: What's with the funky spelling?



>Lion-O, they fixed the statue of Lisha.


CROW: Thank God.  I don't think we could afford to feed another litter.



>(looks at the new statue, the statue is 6ft and sitting down, her

>crown has 10 niches, as in ten stars. They each have the Treasures of

>Thundera with the Key of Thundera in the middle. The 11th niche is in

>her hand, and it's the Book of Omens, and the 12th niche is right

>hand and it holds the Cats Claw and the Sword of Omens.


CROW: The thirteenth niche is in a naughty, naughty--

MIKE: Crow!


>On her feet, is one of the moons of Thundera)


TOM: [Lisha] Yowwwwwch!

MIKE: [sighs] Atlas shrugged... and someone’s toe got smashed.


>I never saw this before... It is gorgeous.


CROW: It's Zeus at Olympia after a sex change.  Wahoo.



>Oh Lion-O...


>You think so?


TOM: I don’t know, I just can’t picture Cheetara tee-hee-ing.

CROW: [sarcastically] Bite your tongue, Tom!  This is the *Second Draft,* after all!



>Yeah, but it's not as beautiful as you.


>(holds him)


MIKE: [Cheetara, grunting] Geez, Lion-O, care to shed a few kilos?


>I see. Is this the Lion-O that liked that push the robot gave me,


CROW: --off a cliff--


>or this the Lord of The Thundercats who his about to make me his lady?

>(Smiles coyly)


TOM: [Coily the Spring Sprite] Noooo springs! [whistles]



>I never gave that much thought,


CROW: Now *there’s* a believable Lion-O.


>maybe both.



>You're always-such the kidder.


MIKE: What, he can’t be both at once?  They’re mutually exclusive?

CROW: Relax, Mike.  Logic and this script are mutually exclusive.




>Anyway, have you made your decision if on when you going to be the

>Lady and the wedding day?


TOM: You mean Cheetara’s not already a lady?!  I think I’m gonna be sick...



>I am almost there, dear. I am just bit scared.


MIKE: [Cheetara] Fluid speech is so frightening.

TOM: Oh, yeah... this is supposed to be read aloud.  *Right.*

CROW: “Bit scared?”  Binary bigot!


>I mean, I don't want you


MIKE: ‘Nuff said.


>to become worried about me or worked up.


TOM: That’s right, folks at home: don’t bother with relationships, because then you’d actually have to start caring.


>I mean, I took care of you once.


CROW: Which, if you think about it, says something deeply disturbing about a Lion-O/Cheetara romance.


>I have seen you grow into the man that I now care for so much.


>Is that the reason Tygra really is staying on Third Earth? He does

>not want to see me in your arms?


MIKE: Wait, how do they start talking about Tygra all of a sudden?

TOM: [announcer] Be sure to tune in for tomorrow’s episode of “Nine Lives to Live!”



>No Lion-O. He cares for me, but he does not hate you.


CROW: [Cheetara] He just wishes you were dead.


>Come on, he is next in line if you pass on.


CROW: See?



>Unless... there's a son.


>Hehe. Lion-O, don't get all started. I am not gonna be a trophy wife!


TOM: [Lion-O] Didn't say you had to be, Sweetcheeks.  Just sit pretty and make babies.


>(Hits him in the head with her shortened bow softly and leaves the



MIKE: It gets caught in his unruly mane like a ‘fro pick.



>(chuckles, looking back at Cheetarra leaving, then turns around,



CROW: Now now, Lion-O, don't tax yourself so...


>and looking at the statue)

>I wonder who you were...


MIKE: She’s Lady Liberty, nursing her sore foot.




TOM: Cool.  We're out of the no-passing zone.


>Outside Cats Lair Mandoras ship lands:


CROW: Quick!  Hide the booze!




MIKE: Who?




MIKE: Huh?


>(Runs to hug him)

>I missed you so much.


MIKE: What?

TOM: Yeah, I thought she was sweet on Ben-Gali.



>(coughs indignantly)




>Oh, right. I remember.


CROW: [Pumyra, sighing] He's got cooties.



>Cheetarra, come on. She is a Thundercat!


MIKE: [Lion-O, haltingly] Did-you-not-know-that-she-is-a-Thun-der-Cat?



>Come on Lion-O, I am looking out for you.


CROW: What, does Pumyra suddenly have the Embrace of Death or something?


>No offence, but I am trying to keep Lion-O on the straight and narrow.


>Don't get your suit all tight and narrow, you lose brain circulation,

>and speed, and we don't want that now do we?

>(Pats her back and walks inside cats lair, as Cheetarra snarls)


TOM: [Cheetara] Yeah, well you're fat!

MIKE: What is with this characterization?  The women are cardboard, mean-spirited schoolgirls fighting over *Lion-O*, of all people...

CROW: Jealous, Mike?

MIKE: Maybe.




CROW: The most difficult game of Hangman ever.

MIKE: Brace yourselves, this is the last snippet...



>(Stops in front of the dying Thugron solder)

>Damn it! I can't believe this.


TOM: [Mirra-Ra] Despite my best efforts, "Thugron" is quite pronounceable!

MIKE: From the ashes of corporate horror Enron rises THUGron!

CROW: Thugron...  The Gron...  The *Groan.*  Talk about your subliminal messaging...

ALL: [groan]


>(Points to Lion-O)

>You will all pay dearly!


MIKE: I hope so.  What nerve, killing off all the best characters...



>You really think that you can stop all of us?


>That will not be a problem!


CROW: Them’s look like fightin' words!  Prepare for "DragonBall Z" clichees!

MIKE: Tom, you're on counter duty.  Ding 'em out.

TOM: Roger that.


>(Uses his Psychoion and creates a tornado, shooting at the team,


TOM: Gah!  The dreaded Psycho-Ionic Hairdryer of Doom! 

CROW: Rends enemies fatally stylish in seconds!


>but Lion-O blocks it using the Sword of Omens, rotating it around.


MIKE: Like a record, baby.


>The Thundercats, attack Mirra-Ra starting with Bengali and his Hammer >Laser.)


CROW: [Ben-Gali] Can’t touch this!




MIKE: Who?


>(flies right back up, and hits Rana


MIKE: Huh?


>with her morphwing)


MIKE: What?

TOM: They're flying!  Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!




ALL: *Emoticon*?!

TOM: Is it that hard to add the word "smiling?"  He already describes seven or eight other actions per set of parentheses...


>Haha, you were always a weak one.


MIKE: [Morgan] What's-Your-Name, you pathetic fool!

CROW: It couldn't hurt to include a preface with these excerpts...


>(Morgan takes down Mandora's cycle)

>What a waste!

>(Jagara starts swinging at Morgan, but she swats her punches and

>kicks down, then uses her morphwing, changes into two hands, grabs

>Jagara and shocks her, sending her down again)


TOM: Hold it... is that a ding?

CROW: If I knew what just transpired there, I'd tell you...




CROW: Ah, there we go!

TOM: Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!


>But Rana uses a high powered kick right to Morgans left cheek bone >sending her hard into the face of the Mountain.


TOM: Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!



>(stops Bengali's attack and rolling savate kicks him away.


MIKE: Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’.


>Pumyara, gets shot at with Mirra-Ra's blast, as Lynx-O gets close to >Mirra-Ra, however, Mirra-Ra dropkicks his legs.


TOM: So, he sends himself into a sacrifice dive in an attempt to hit Lynx-O's *legs*?  He’d hit the pavement before he could make contact!

MIKE: It's a new style of fighting: Masochist-Fu.


>Cheetarra swings her bow at him and it clashes with the sword of >plunndar.


CROW: Who the hell uses a bow as a *melee* weapon?  What happened to her staff?

MIKE: Burnt offering to the God of Hacks.

CROW: Oh, wait, I get it now: *bo*!


TOM: You know Bo?


CROW: What?

TOM: Bo.



CROW: Yeah!  Bo staff!

MIKE, TOM: *Oh*...


>The bow is nearly broken, and Cheetarra is hit on the back with an >elbow.


TOM: Incoming appendages!

CROW: ThunderCats beware-- the bad guys now come with easily detachable parts!


>Panthro, does an jumping back brain kick


ALL: [chuckling, snorting] Jumping back *brain* kick?!

MIKE: This guy must think karate schools actually teach the stuff he sees in Street Fighter.

TOM: Close enough.  Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!


>to Mirra-Ra, but he is too fast, and Mirra-Ra, takes his leg and >swings him to a tree.


TOM: Ding-ding-ding-ding--


>Tygra, is able to strike his bolo whip at Mirra-Ra hitting him on the >sides and back, but Mirra-Ra, backhands punches Tygra away


TOM: [rapidly] --dingdingdingdingding--


>making him fall on the floor, Lion-O is the last one standing,


TOM: [starts to shiver and smoke] --dingdingdingdingdingdingding--


>and Mirra-Ra rushes to him.)

>I told you, I will make you PAY!


MIKE: [Mirra-Ra] CASH or CHARGE?


[TOM's dome explodes open, and he falls out of view.  A pause.]


MIKE: In retrospect, I probably should have assigned counting to you, Crow.

CROW: Nah, it’s just not my thing.  Discrete series are *so* I-386.

MIKE: ...right...



>(defends the blasting from Mirra-Ra with the claw shield, and then >attacks with the sword. Mirra-Ra miss-swings


MIKE: That's *MS.* Swings to you.


>and Lion-O counters with an overhead kick to the face,


CROW: Is that anything like a Boot to the Head?


>then swings and connects with the Sword of Plundarr, however Mirra-Ra >uses a high powered ground Psychoion attack and blasts Lion-O back 15 >feet.


CROW: So, he has the Sword of Plun-Darr in one hand and a hairdryer in the other?  *That’s* some pretty disturbing imagery.


>Mirra-Ra races to end Lion-O, but some how Lion-O fires The Thunderan >Star Wave


MIKE: Thrill as negative ions interact with electromagnetic radiation!

CROW: No one will be admitted during the intense “reverse polarization” scene!


>and Mirra-Ra stopping him.)

>I will never let you have Thundera. I will die before that happens!


MIKE: [Mirra-Ra] Well, yeah, that's the plan.  I kill you, *then* I get Thundera!

CROW: And Tygra gets to boink Cheetara!

MIKE: Crow!



>Then SO BE IT!


[TOM, although headless, rises once more.]


TOM: [wearily] Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!


[TOM collapses.]


MIKE: [sniffles] Such a little trooper...


>(Attacks again, however with the same attack Lion-O used, he is >stopped again.)


CROW: You know, Mike, for years I pondered the origin of stock animations.  I think I’ve finally got it.

MIKE: They’re cost-effective.

CROW: Nah, that’s just a fortunate side effect.  The *real* reason is that some screenwriters aren’t original enough to think of more than two patterns of assault in a fight scene.



>(and the rest of the Thundercats stand next to each other)

>This time, you have met your match! Ready?

>(The Thundercats Nod and then they point there weapons at Mirra-Ra)



MIKE: It's a vision!  I can see it all unfolding in my head, and it's... it's...

CROW: Yeah...?

MIKE: ...incredibly *lame*!


>(They fire at Mirra-Ra but he is able to block the move and send all >the energy away...but gets blown back, and yet he stands his ground.)


[TOM reemerges, fully repaired.]


MIKE: Tom!  You're okay!

TOM: Yeah.  All that blown away, blown back and around again energy somehow made its way out of the script and brought me back to full functionality!


>No way.


TOM: [irritated] All right, so I had a little help from the Nanites!  Sheesh!



>You may have won this time. Next time, the gloves go off!


MIKE: --on an amazing journey of self-discovery.

CROW: Hey, yeah!  Now *that* would be a great script to read!


>(Mirra-Ra disappears)


TOM: Brain Guy must've popped him outta there!

CROW: Thanks, Brain Guy!




MIKE: Uh-oh.  The plot has flatlined.


>Thats just some of the dialog in the script...


CROW: Oh, “just some?”  No *wonder* it didn't make any sense.  Not that I hold out much hope for the whole script...


>What do you think?


TOM: Considering that my clichee counter attained a value that was too large for my processor to handle, do you really want to know?




MIKE: Nix on the 'Nix!


[MIKE picks up TOM as the group begins to file out of the theater.]


CROW: I guess I can’t blame network executives anymore for all the junk on television.  If these are the only people submitting scripts, there isn’t a whole lot they can do.

TOM: Sure, there’s something!

CROW: What?

TOM: We could write our own script! 

MIKE: Our own script?


[MIKE and CROW stop in their tracks.]


TOM: Yeah!  It’d be thrilling!  It’d be poignant!  Hell, we’re the most critical minds in film and literary history.  It’d be the greatest script ever!  It’d be... it’d be... well...


[A pause.]


ALL: Nah.


[MIKE and the BOTS exit the theater.]


[SAFE... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... BONE]








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