Written by Glenn Leopold.
T-Bone: Why do you think Professor Hackle asked us to drop by his lab, Razor?
Razor: You got me, but it looks like the Doc already knows we’re here.
Hackle: SWAT Kats, you’re right on time.
Razor: What’s the trouble, Doc?
T-Bone: Metallikats get loose again?
Hackle: No, no, please, come inside. Hmm, looks like a storm’s brewing. You kats might have a soggy ride back. Heh heh heh…
Sinian: Henson, make sure that tarp’s secure! One heavy rain could ruin three month’s work on this Katchu Pichu excavation!
Randall: Lucky I’ve already got plenty of pictures for my Megakat Geographic article. (gasps) I’ve never seen a storm like this, Dr. Sinian!
Sinian: I have Randall, and it’s no ordinary storm! It’s a time vortex, which means… The Pastmaster!
Pastmaster: (laughs) Stupid mortals, digging in the sand! I know just what I’m looking for and how to get it!
Randall: Look! Look, he found it! The Lost Pyramid of Katchu Pichu!
Pastmaster: Arise, my ancient beauty! Together we will conquer Megakat City! (laughs)
Sinian: Get to the radio; we’ve got to warn the authorities!
Hackle: For months I’ve been working on a way to say thank you for all the trouble my Metallikats have put you through. SWAT Kats, meet Cybertron.
T-Bone: What the…?
Hackle: It’s a one of a kind robot prototype.
T-Bone: What-DOH! (screams in pain as foot is run over)
Hackle: Careful (laughs) It may have a few minor glitches, but one day I envision thousands of Cybertrons helping katkind, the way this one will help you.
T-Bone: Negative. We have enough gadgets already. Right, Razor?
Razor: Well, I uh…
Razor: Look out! Radical reflexes!
T-Bone: I wonder what the jolt was? Maybe we should check it out, Razor.
Hackle: The Cybertron will go with you. He’s my little gift to you.
T-Bone: No way!
Razor: Gee, I don’t know, T-Bone. We could put this baby through its paces. You know, see what it can do.
T-Bone: Maybe some other time. We’ll be seeing you, Doc.
Hackle: Wait! The Cybertron’s designed to help you!
T-Bone: Sorry, only two can fit on this bike.
Hackle: That’s no problem. The Cyberton gets along fine on its own. Engage turbo-treads.
Razor: Gee, T-Bone. I hope we didn’t hurt Professor Hackle’s feelings.
T-Bone: Quiet, Razor! I’m picking up an Enforcer dispatch!
Dispatcher: (on the radio) The epicenter of the mysterious tremor has been pinpointed in the Megakat Mountains, east of the city. Unit One, Mountain Sector, check it out.
Enforcer: (on the radio) Roger!
Razor: Whoa, for a second there that looked like one of the Pastmaster’s time portals… Maybe we better get the Turbokat and check it out.
T-Bone: Fine, but the Cyber-klutz is staying behind!
Pastmaster: Oh ancient warriors of Katchu Pichu…awaken!
Pastmaster: Yes! I am your leader now! I control the headdress. (laughs) Nothing can withstand such power. Soon, you and your brethren will storm Megakat City, and make me its rightful ruler.
Randall: I’m gonna get the Purr-litzer Prize for this shot.
Pastmaster: What? An intruder? Get him!
Randall: (gasps) Ahh! Out of the way!
Sinian: (gasps) Oh my…
Pastmaster: Destroy them! Destroy them all!
Sinian: (screams) Randall, wait!
T-Bone: Guess you were right, buddy. Only the Pastmaster could’ve coughed up that mega-pyramid.
Razor: Not to mention those mondo-mummies from ragsville. Let’s unwrap ‘em! Bingo!
T-Bone: Crud! Those dust-bags must’ve hit the stabilizer cables! (gasps)
Razor: Come on buddy, we’ve gotta bail!
T-Bone: Wait, she’s responding! I knew the old Turbokat wouldn’t let me down.
Razor: Heh, old Turbokat? Guess it was our new pal, Cybertron.
T-Bone: What? I thought I told that tin can to stay back at the hangar.
Razor: That tin can just saved our tails, buddy.
T-Bone: Maybe…hey, there’s Dr. Sinian!
Razor: Yeah, we better get her out of here before those mummies come back.
Don’t look now, buddy, but those mummies are heading for Megakat City. And I don’t think they’re planning on turning themselves into the museum.
Bus Driver: (gasps)
Razor: Gotta act fast. Shredder Missile, locked!
Chopper Pilot: Warning, you’re under arrest. Drop the bus! Attention headquarters, this is Unit One in Mountain Sector, requesting backup. We’ve got giant mummies, armed and dangerous.
Razor: Let’s give these mummies a cement sarcophagus. Bingo!
Chopper Pilot: Back off SWAT Kats, the Enforcers can handle it from here!
Razor: Fine. Come on, T-Bone, let’s get Dr. Sinian back to the museum.
T-Bone: And then we’ll bag the rest of these bandage-heads.
Callie: Oh, where is it…SWAT Kats, come in.
Razor: (via radio) Yes Ms. Briggs. We’re aware of the problem, but we’ve got to drop off Dr. Sinian at the Natural History Museum.
Callie: Dr. Sinian?
Razor: Roger. We picked her up at the Katchu Pichu ruins.
Callie: So that’s where these mummies came from. I’ll meet you at the museum.
Callie: (gasps and crashes her sedan) My glasses…
Pastmaster: Wait! Can it be…she looks so like Callista, my long lost love. She spurned my attention centuries ago, but now I have a second chance. This time she will be mine. Bring her to me!
Callie: (screams and runs)
Razor: You should be safe here, Dr. Sinian.
Dr. Sinian: No one will be safe until the mummies are at rest again, and that won’t happen until you destroy the Jeweled Headdress of Power.
Callie: Don’t tell me, that demented little troll the Pastmaster has it.
T-Bone: Don’t worry, Ms. Briggs. We’ll take care of it, and him.
Dispatcher: (via radio) Attention all Enforcer units, mummies are attacking City Hall.
Razor: But first we better save Mayor Manx.
T-Bone: Nah ah, not this time, Cybertron.
Cybertron (disappointed beeping)
Razor: Now you protect everyone here until we get back.
Razor: Yes! One mummy, Mega Manacles! T-Bone! (yelps) T-Bone!
T-Bone: Crud! Drop him!
Razor: Too late! He’s going to rip us to shreds!
T-Bone: Then I’ll just have to scrape him off! Uh…think I can bring her down…
T-Bone: What the- Look out!
Razor: Aim for the eye shields!
Razor: He saved us again, T-Bone.
T-Bone: Yeah…is Ms. Briggs okay?
Cybertron: (weakly beeps)
T-Bone: The mummies got Callie?
Razor: Easy, you’ve done all you can.
T-Bone: Roger that. Put ‘er there.
Mayor Manx: Feral, do something! That thing’s still after me!
Commander Feral: I’ll try to outrun it, Mayor. That’s all I can do for now.
Razor: (via radio) Attention Enforcers. Aim for the eye shields. It’s the only way to destroy these mummies.
Commander Feral: You heard him, men. Follow me!
Mayor Manx: What, no, Feral, are you crazy? (whimpers)
Commander Feral: You can open your eyes now, Mayor. It’s all over.
Mayor Manx: Ick, it’s all over…my street!
Razor: We are having a bad vehicle day, buddy.
T-Bone: And it’s not gonna end until we find Callie and the Pastmaster. Come on!
Both: (surprised shout)
T-Bone: Razor, they’re not disintegrating!
Razor: Not enough light in here…
Callie: SWAT Kats!
T-Bone: Fun’s over Pastmaster!
Pastmaster: I don’t think so. (laughs) Meet Katchu Pichu himself!
Katchu Pichu: (snarls)
Pastmaster: (continues laughing)
T-Bone: Razor…get the headdress!
Pastmaster: Finish him off! Now, Callista, shall we get married in the present or the past.
Callie: Wait, let the SWAT Kats go, and I will marry you.
Pastmaster: Such a tender offer, but you’re in no position to bargain.
Razor: We’ve gotta get out of here. The pyramid’s going down!
T-Bone: Would you have really married that little creep just to save us?
Callie: Let’s just say I’m awfully glad I didn’t have to make good on my offer.
Hackle: I’m afraid it will take years to rebuild the Cybertron.
Razor: Take your time, Doc, he’s worth it.
T-Bone: Yeah, when it comes to preserving and protecting, this is one radical robot.
Hackle: Well, I have been working on another prototype. I’d be happy to let you have it in the meantime.
Razor: Uh, no thanks, Doc.
T-Bone: Yeah, we’ll wait.
Hackle: Oh well.