Transcript

Captain: Abandon ship!

Crewman: We’re doomed!

Razor: So that’s why no oil tankers have been able to reach Megakat City.

T-Bone: Yeah, long lines at the gas pump, all because of some oil-suckin’ eel.

Razor: Well the suck stops here! This should pry him away. Bingo! The Pincher Missile works every time!

T-Bone: Every time but today, sure-shot! Incoming! Razor, talk to me buddy! Are you hit?

Razor: No. Furball.

T-Bone: Well, now that you’ve got that off your chest, what about the crude dude?

Razor: Time to cut him off. Buzz-Saw Missiles, away! I’ve got an idea, but it means going head to head with motormouth.

T-Bone: Then I guess it’s up to old T-Bone to keep us from becoming a flyin’ pin cushion!

Razor: Say ‘Ahhh!’ Matchhead Missile, deployed! That Matchhead should be hitting a stomach full of KatCo crude, right about… now! Bingo!

T-Bone: Aw, crud. We just had the Turbokat washed!

Captain: She’s still afloat!

Crewman: Yeah, thanks to the SWAT Kats!

T-Bone: Looks like we’ve ended the oil embargo single-handed.

Razor: Yeah, but we’re leaving empty-handed. Thanks to that oil-guzzler, I’ve only got one missile left.

T-Bone: Piece of cake! We’ll reload back at the hangar. And get that scaly souvinier off our wing. Now that’s what I call a sudden storm!

Razor: If I didn’t know better, I’d say it was one of the Pastmaster’s time vortices.

T-Bone: Then let’s avoid it, shall we? Aw, crud! Why do you always have to be right, Razor?

Razor: This is one time I wish I wasn’t!

Pastmaster: Listen to my spellbook’s rhymes, come to me from mythic times. For I am the Pastmaster! Megalith City and its queen will soon fall before me!

Razor: T-Bone! Go to maximum thrusters!

T-Bone: I’m over the red line now!

T-Bone: Gotta pull up!

Razor: Not one of your smoothest landings, hotshot.

T-Bone: Hey, we’re in one piece aren’t we?

Razor: Basically. With a little work, the Turbokat will fly again.

T-Bone: But fly where? Looks like we’ve gone in one era and out the other.

Razor: Well, from the looks of that sword, I’d say we’ve landed in the Dark Ages. Definitely Dark Ages!

T-Bone: The woods are crawlin’ with these guys!

Razor: Maybe the Glovatrix will even the odds!

City Guard: Destroy the sorcerers!

T-Bone: Listen, you Dark Age dimwits, we’re pilots, not wizards!

Callista: What magic is this?

T-Bone: Callie!

Razor: Uh, Ms. Briggs!

Callista: I am Callista, queen of Megalith City, and you are the enemy!

Razor: And they called us sorcerers!

T-Bone: Listen, we’re not who you think!

Callista: Silence! Finish them off!

T-Bone: Let’s kick some tail!

Callista: Destroy them! Strike a blow against the Pastmaster!

T-Bone: Pastmaster?! We’re not workin’ for that little creep!

Razor: Yeah, we’re the good guys!

Tabor: The Dragon Sword! My Queen, could be the one foretold?

Callista: The warrior who pulls the sword from the stone shall be the hero who saves us from the Pastmaster.

T-Bone: Hey, I loosened it up for him!

Razor: I told you we were the good guys.

Tabor: Now we will find out if the legend is true!

Callista: Good luck, my warrior!

T-Bone: Looks like you’re havin’ pretty good luck so far.

Razor: I wonder why everyone took off in such a hurry…

Pastmaster: The SWAT Kats? What are those pests from the future doing in my past? Alas, disrupting the time stream is so unpredictable. No matter. My cyclops will destroy them!

T-Bone: Don’t take this hero mumbo-jumbo too seriously, buddy.

Pastmaster: Welcome to my Dark Ages, SWAT Kats! It will be your final resting place!

T-Bone and Razor: The Pastmaster!

Pastmaster: Just keeping an eye on you! You can run, but you cannot hide!

T-Bone: Why hide when we can ride?

Pastmaster: My cyclops will pound you into eternity!

Razor: Put the pedal to the metal, T-Bone!

T-Bone: We’re already at maximum overdrive! Unless we live dangerously!

Razor: Bye-bye, big eye!

Tabor: It is quiet now, my Queen. Perhaps the monster has been vanquished.

Callista: Perhaps.

Pastmaster: Queen Callista, how fortunate we should meet again.

Callista: Leep your foul creature away from me, Pastmaster!

Pastmaster: Your magic is no match for my cyclops, Callista! Have you reconsidered my offer?

Callista: Become your bride? Never!

Pastmaster: Then I will destroy you and your precious Megalith City!

Tabor: My Queen! We’re trapped! Now where’s our legendary hero?

T-Bone: Don’t fire ‘till you see the white of his eye!

Razor: It’s his legs I’m after! Wrapper Missile! Bingo!

Pastmaster: No! My cyclops! The SWAT Kats may have won this battle, but the past holds countless creatures of evil for me to summon! And one way or another, Queen Callista will be mine!

Callista: You are indeed the hero foretold by the legend of the Dragon Sword.

T-Bone: Hey, hang on a sec! I was doin’ the drivin’!

Razor: We’re, uh, sort of a team.

T-Bone: “Sort of?”

Tabor: Uh, do you have names?

Both: Raybone and Tazor! Uh, T-Bone and Razor!

Callista: Then Sir Razor and Sir T-Bone, you must return with us to Megalith City. There we will find some measure of safety from the evil Pastmaster.

T-Bone: We took care of the Pastmaster once, your highness. Old T-Bone gaurantees we can do it again.

Razor: If we can get the Turbokat back into the air.

Callista: My finest blacksmiths will help you repair your flying machine.

T-Bone: Blacksmiths? All the modern conveniences…

Callista: Come, it is time I prepare a hero’s feast in your honor.

Razor: I’m really flattered Callie, uh Ms. Briggs, uh Ms. Queen, but, uh…

T-Bone: But what he’s trying to say is nobody’s gonna start hammerin’ on the Turbokat without our supervision.

Razor: Affirmitive. A six-pack of milk will do us just fine.

Tabor: No feast, my Queen?

Callista: “Six-pack?” Bring goblets of milk and some stew. I will dine here with Sir Razor.

Pastmaster: She will be my bride, and there’s nothing those SWAT Kats can do about it.

T-Bone: Uh, what I wouldn’t give for a good welding torch.

Razor: Maybe you should just use some of this stew. Whoa, this has some afterburn. Whoo, hoo!

Callista: Pepper stew is a Megalith City speciality. Does it not please you?

Razor: Oh, love it! Good thing these goblets hold a mega glass of milk.

T-Bone: Hope this Dark Age stuff holds. I wish I had some aero-space alloys.

Razor: Yeah. Wish we could go back to the hangar for some missiles, too.

Callista: Hangar? Is that the name of your city, Sir Razor?

Razor: Nah, that’s just where we “hang out,” heh. We’re from Megakat City, far in the future.

Callista: My city has no future. The Pastmaster will destroy Megalith City if I do not marry him.

Razor: Not while the SWAT Kats are around.

Callista: Seeing you with the sword has given me hope. For the first time in a long time I feel I can rest easier. Goodnight, Sir Razor.

Razor: Goodnight, my Queen.

T-Bone: “Goodnight, my Queen!” Come here, buddy. I’ve got a hot forge I’d like you to meet.

Pastmaster: You won’t be needing that amulet, Callista. I have something even better for you! A wedding ring!

Callista: Nooooo!

T-Bone and Razor: The Queen!

Pastmaster: Tommorrow at sunrise you will become my bride!

Callista: Never! Sir Razor!

Razor: Coming, my queen!

Callista: Sir Razor! No!