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Glomer arrived at the Desert of Sinking Sands via self-teleportation. He floated down and stared at his new home. It was every bit the fortress he imagined in his head like the Great Glomley Elder told him - shaped like a proud male Glomley's head. Glomer was sincerely impressed with how well designed it was, as if time had been good to it. It would indeed serve as Glomer's ground of training.

"Me just might liking this place," Glomer marvelled. In his naivete, he failed to notice a black pyramid surrounded by four obelisks near his new home, unaware that he would be the ultimate weapon for chaos.

Mumm-Ra, with his staff in his right hand, smiled devilishly at luring Glomer into the power of darkness from his cauldron. It would only be a matter of time before Glomer completely strayed from the side of light. He pointed the bull tip of his staff towards Glomer's home, and the tip's sockets now glowed magenta, which in turn caused the door on the Glomley fortress's mouth to glow the same color.

Brace yourself, Glomer, for the greatest battle of your life, Mumm-Ra thought sinisterly.

Glomer became curious about the glowing door inhabiting the Glomley head's mouth. And then, it stopped glowing, and opened itself to the ground. Glomer's curiosity increased as he entered the fortress. After he entered it, the door automatically closed on him, and a giant-sized, PAR-shaped light bulb on the ceiling shined upon the fortress's interior, which was full of both greens and blues. Four large, clear-crystalled statues of male, less-rounded Glomleys on black pedestals wearing magician-style capes dominated the left and right sides of the interior, with a red carpet leading straight to a lilac-colored strigil crypt with three carved male Glomley heads on the bottom. A white pillow rested on the top left side of the crypt.

Glomer was most definitely impressed with the scenery around him. Whoever designed this mysterious fortress had done an outstanding job of capturing his Glomley heritage, as well as the history of Chaundoon. He took to the air and floated to where the statues were. He looked over all four of them. They looked like all male Glomleys did, but their goatees were different than his - the first two statues' goatees were stylized S-shapes, while the other twos' goatees were curly.

Must be tradition for male Glomleys to change their goatees, Glomer thought. He then looked to the crypt that seemed to be designed with him in mind, for whenever he needed a recharge. He floated back down and looked closely at the three carved Glomley faces at the bottom. They held a soft but stern look about them that acknowledged the Glomley race in general. Glomer felt a sense of hope for his kind, that Chaundoon would still be able to prosper even if he ever did go back there.

Glomer's stomach rumbled, indicating that he hadn't eaten anything since he distanced himself from his friends. "Ooh," he said weakly, rubbing his stomach. "Glomer need something to snack on."

As if on cue, a glass cup of pinkish fluid and a yellow plate of four black cookies with glowing green chips on them appeared magically on the floor near Glomer and the crypt. Glomer had no idea who sent him the plate, but at this point he didn't care; he just wanted to snack on something. He sat down and ate up the cookies and drank the drink. A minute later, he burped loudly. He felt quite full from his little snack.

"Quite delicious snack," he mumbled. The cup and plate soon disappeared, and the image of the Great Glomley Elder appeared once more in his mind.

How you like your new snack, Glomer? the Elder asked nonchalantly.

"It real good, Elder," replied Glomer, "best thing I ate in while. Thanks for sending it to me."

You welcome. Then the Elder got down to business. Now I revealing reason I call you here in first place.

Glomer straightened up and was all ears. "What my mission about?"

It better for me to show you. Concentrate.

Glomer did as he was told. He closed his eyes and focused all of his strength in spite of his inexperience, and in an instant, the Elder's spirit glowed turquoise, causing his eyes to glow the same color. The Elder was about to show Glomer something that could either make or break the younger Glomley. Glomer's own eyes opened up automatically, and they glowed white and fired a telescopic beam that morphed into a signal shape.

The beam revealed images of the ThunderCats, though they weren't the heroes Glomer believed them to be. He saw images of the atrocites they were committing to the good people of Third Earth. And they began to terrify him.

Panthro, in the ThunderTank, driving straight to the Unicorn Forest and turning it and its inhabitants (even the Unicorn Keepers) to a block of ice with the power of his nunchuks. He smirks wickedly at his newfound misdeed.

Tygra, wearing a light-blue cape, slashing his whip around the Wollo Village and its people, generating three fireballs that burn parts of the village. The Wollos cower over their friend's changed demeanor and are forced to bow before him, and he nods with satisfaction.

Cheetara, arriving with blazing speed at the Mines of the Molemen, activating her staff and pounding it once on the ground, the staff sending shock waves across the mines and affecting the Molemen's balance, forcing them to kneel and look at their attacker, who chuckles quietly at what she's accomplished.

WilyKat and WilyKit, swinging on vines from tree to tree and leaping upwards, unleashing smoke bombs of various colors onto the Treetop Kingdom, covering it and the Warrior Maidens (including Willa, Tessa, and Nayda) in smoke, giving the ThunderKittens a chance to attack the women by stealth. One by one, the maidens are unconscious, and as the smoke clears, the kittens are on top of Willa's hut looking over them all with smug expressions, standing victorious.

Lion-O, dressed in lilac-colored armor with suspenders, a grey belt surrounding his ThunderCat symbol, and wearing grey-armored boots, carrying the longbladed Sword of Omens in his right hand and wearing the Claw Shield on his left hand, standing before the Berbil Village and the trembling Berbils (Ro-Ber-Bill and Ro-Ber-Belle including) with a cold expression on his face. He grips his sword with both hands and points it not at the Berbils, but their beloved village. With a shout of "Ho!", the sword fires its sapphire energy at everything. The Berbils are forced to run off, leaving Lion-O with a unremorseful grin as he turns to watch them go.

Lastly, Snarf, in the same place as Lion-O, hoarding all the Berbils' candyfruit and devouring it gluttonously, taking great pleasure in the destruction his master just caused.

Glomer's telescopic beam died down, and he got down on his knees and looked to the floor, clearly shocked at what he'd seen. The ThunderCats, Team Punky's saviors, causing wanton destruction? Lion-O and his friends showed no signs of doing the latter team evil, and it was evident in their body language. Could it have been a front the entire time? Glomer had never felt more confused than he did. By leaving Punky and the others in the ThunderCats' hands, had he sent them to their potential doom?

"But...ThunderCats are friendly," he said weakly, his eyes on the verge of tears. "Th-they not evil."

But it possible, Glomer, said the Great Glomley Elder gloomily. I forsee ThunderCats being corrupted by darkness. What you been seeing were visions of future. Lion-O and friends eventually going to turn on you and your friends. Unless you not want that to happen, you not have any choice but to defend yourself.

"I just not sure what to do, Elder." Glomer was obviously torn about the bombshell that was dropped on him. The ThunderCats had offered sanctuary for him and his friends, yet they had the potential to turn evil. If they did, he and his friends - and all of Third Earth - would be in total danger. Lion-O and his crew outright said they were used to danger even. Would Glomer risk Team Punky's safety just for the sake of trusting their saviors?

The Elder said cautiously, Nothing in life what it seems. You only have to look at someone to know who they truly be. ThunderCat allies may not entirely be what they seem.

Glomer stood up once again and asked in wonder, "What happen if I vanquish ThunderCats? Will everyone else be safe, especially Punky friend?"

Yes, dear Glomer. If you remembering vision dream of Chaundoon I gave you, it was simply to prepare you for eventual war with ThunderCats. Do you accept your mission?

Now it made sense to Glomer. His vision dream was meant for him to get stronger as a magician. He'd fared well against Slithe, Vultureman, Monkian, and Jackalman - invisibly, of course, and with some help - but if he was to prepare for war, if the ThunderCats were to their backs on the very code they upheld, then he had no choice. So, with a more confident expression, he gave the Elder his answer. "Yes," he said, nodding. "I accepting my mission."

The Elder raised his arms and declared, We beginning right now! His image faded from Glomer's mind for what would happen next.

Now that Mumm-Ra completely had Glomer's trust, it was time to power up the Chaundoon native. He shrank his staff to its miniature size and put it away.

"Very good, Glomer," he said, his voice deep with satisfaction. "The treat I have given you is actually a spell that I will now activate, and you will be compelled to only obey me. Prepare yourself for the power of darkness." He clasped his hands into fists, channeling every ounce of his evil into them. His hands glowed crimson like his eyes and robe, and then, with a roar of excitement, he unleashed lightning-like energy on the image before him.

Glomer felt something different than before during the Tongue-a-Saurus incident. He felt pure darkness taking him over. He closed his eyes tightly and clenched his teeth and paws, grunting, his entire body glowing red. He floated into the air as this continued. His hair grew a bit and became wild, his goatee became twisted, his teeth turned jagged, and his whole body became muscular. He stretched out his arms and legs, and his paws and feet became claw-tipped. He opened his eyes, which glowed red with Mumm-Ra's double-headed cobra symbol in them. He had an evil look on his face instead of a serene look.

He crossed his arms and tightened his legs with a growl, and with a roar that would shake even the bravest of them all, he let loose all of his dark power, which momentarily eclipsed the interior of his new home in a crimson glow and gave the whole fortress a super charge as crackling red energy surrounded it and went up to the Glomley head's eyes, which glowed pulsatingly. Inside, Glomer floated back down and relaxed, though his dark side remained. His eyes returned to their natural greenish color, and his body stopped glowing as well. The clear Glomley statues' bodies and eyes glowed, however, having absorbed the impact of Glomer's brief light show.

Glomer said with a grin, his voice now sounding evil, "I feeling really good. I wanting to get stronger and more powerful, so I can take down those ThunderCat meanies." He snickered menacingly.

"Hahahahahahahaha!" Mumm-Ra laughed loudly, feeling actual joy as he raised his head at the ceiling and then focused on the image in his cauldron. "Soon, Lion-O and his minions will Glomer's wrath." His eyes glowing, he shouted to the heavens, "And right after I eliminate Glomer and his homeland, everyone on Third Earth will bow before me, and the power of darkness will eclipse this world once more!" He laughed once more, this time like the madman he embraced himself as. It would be a long night training Glomer, but the ancient mummy was up to it.

Morning came for Team Punky and the ThunderCats at Cat's Lair, and after yesterday's fiasco, the ThunderCats explained to Punky and her friends during breakfast in the dining room that they would get a true tour of Third Earth, so they could understand the environment that they were in better. Team Punky couldn't argue with that decision, seeing as how they only explored a little bit of the planet. So far the kids had been in the Garden of Delights, the Forest of Silence, the River of Despair, and the Forest of Giant Insects.

And now, they were going to explore the entire planet with Panthro's guidance via the Feliner, and they were more than willing to participate. But only four of them would be able to go with Panthro, as the Feliner could only carry five passengers. With regret, Punky would be forced to leave Brandon at the lair. This saddened them both, but the other ThunderCats assured Punky they would look after Brandon while she and her friends were gone. This lifted Team Punky's spirits some, and Panthro promised them it would be an adventure they'd never forget.

Right after breakfast, the ThunderCats contacted the Berbils for help in restoring the lair to its original glory. The lair's left paw opened, and Panthro took Punky, Margaux, Cherie, and Allen to the Feliner, whose front-and-back window shields opened up and whose hatch with steps opened on the right side. The other ThunderCats, the Berbils, and even Brandon were here to see the five passengers off.

"Take care, guys," Lion-O said happily as he, his fellows, and the Berbils waved and Brandon barked/jumped for joy, which made Punky smile proudly at him.

"You, too," Panthro responded as he and the kids waved back. Then the five passengers boarded the ship, with Punky, Cherie, and Panthro on the front and Allen and Margaux in the back. The window shields, hatch, and steps all closed automatically. Panthro activated the ship's engines, which heated up from behind. The ship floated, and when it folded its paws and revealed its wings, it took off incredibly into the distance. The bystanders present gazed at the Feliner until it vanished.

"Shall we get started, then?" Tygra inquired, to which ThunderCat and Berbil alike nodded.

"Brandon'll need somebody to play with," interjected WilyKit.

WilyKat finished for her, "So is it alright if Kit and I take care of him?"

"Of course, ThunderKittens," said Cheetara, nodding. "As long as he's safe, you can play with him."

The twins gave each other a thumb up.

"C'mon, Brandon," said Kit. "You're in the ThunderKittens' care for right now."

Brandon jumped into Kit's arms and licked her face, causing her to giggle. Being with her and Kat wouldn't be the same as being with Punky, but he'd make the most of it.

"Let's go inside, Kit," said Kat, motioning to the inside with no door. Kit, carrying Brandon, went first, and then Kat. The lair would have a new automatic door built for it soon enough.

"We should get to work as well, friends," Lion-O said to everyone before him. They nodded yes, and work on repairing the lair had resumed.

"So where're we going first, Panthro?" Punky asked as the Feliner continued its flight.

"To the very heart of the ThunderCats' adventures on Third Earth: the junkyard of our original spaceship," clarified Panthro.

"What's it like?" Allen asked next.

Panthro turned to Allen with a smile and said, "You'll see."

The flight continued in silence, and soon the gang reached the crash site that jumpstarted the ThunderCats' Third Earth life. Panthro landed the Feliner, and after he and the kids got out, the kids were taken aback by how the ThunderCats' original royal flagship looked. The ship looked damaged beyond repair, its once-silver paint job looking a rusty dark grey and the ThunderCat insignia in front looking faded.

Margaux turned to Panthro, pointing at the ship and asking, "Is this really your old spaceship?"

"That's right, Margaux," said Panthro. He moved past the children and got closer to the ship. He thumb-gestured to it and turned to the children, explaining, "It was this very ship that guided my clan and I from our beloved Thundera. Jaga was in charge of commanding the ship while we piloted her. It's also where I made the ThunderTank from and we began making plans to build the Cat's Lair."

"Really?" the kids asked, beaming.

"Really," Panthro said. He pointed to the ground. "This spot we're on is a constant reminder of where the ThunderCats come from." He added with a smile, "Third Earth is a treacherous place, but we make the most of it."

Punky and the others took a good, hard look at the flagship wreck. For it to be the source of the ThunderCats' adventures on Third Earth would come as a shock to them, but instead, they understood what Panthro was saying. Back on First Earth, they would've thought differently about aliens colonizing another planet, but Third Earth was a different case. From the beginning, Lion-O and the ThunderCats had been there for Team Punky since their rescue from the Bottomless Chasm. Punky sent a silent prayer to Glomer, wishing him the best and that he'd return to his friends when he was ready. Cherie, Allen, Margaux, and Panthro supported Punky as they missed Glomer as well.

Cherie asked, changing the subject, "This must've been quite a ship, huh?"

"It was indeed," answered Panthro. "It was part of many ships that evacuated Thundera before its destruction. Each and every Thunderian was off to live in another galaxy...until those wretched Mutants wiped out all but us chosen few to be ThunderCats." At those last words, Panthro turned angry and clenched his right fist, looking to the sky. He would never forgive the Mutants for what they did to the Thunderian population, but he also refused to let his anger consume him. He cooled down some and remembered what he had now.

Team Punky, noting Panthro's distress, empathized with the struggles he and the other ThunderCats were going through, Punky and Cherie even more so due to having lost something dear to them from their own pasts. It was evident to them all that they would have to make the most of their time on Third Earth while they still could.

Wondering about the ship and pointing to it, Allen asked, "Could that hunk o' junk be any more salvageable?"

"No, I'm afraid not, Allen," Panthro replied sullenly. "There's not a lot more that can be done for her. My friends and I built the Feliner from all-new parts."

Team Punky turned to look at the Feliner. It certainly looked newly constructed, and they smiled, happy to be getting used to flying in it. They turned back to Panthro, their minds made up. Punky said, "I'm glad we came here, Panthro. My friends and I are starting to understand why the ThunderCats fight for what's right."

Panthro's mood brightened at what Punky said. His face turned generous, forming a smile. "Thanks, Punky," he said softly. In a more positive tone he said, "Let's get going. We've got an entire world to explore." He gave a thumb up with his left hand, and Team Punky responded by giving thumbs up from their right arms. Things seemed to be looking up for them all this day.

The Phosphorus Desert, a place of sizzling-hot red sands with clouds in the sky. No one on Third Earth had ever been able to venture here, except ThunderCat Cheetara, whose speed was able to protect her feet from getting burned by the sands. The newly-changed Glomer was currently in the desert, in a floating sitting position with his eyes closed. Mumm-Ra's instructions to Glomer before the demon priest retired to his crypt was to train in the very harsh environments of Third Earth, to endure them. But of course, in Glomer's mind, it was still the Great Glomley Elder that was speaking to him.

First off, Glomer was to train in the very location he resided in. He was humming, concentrating all of his powers in that exact spot, his face a clear frown. Nothing mattered to him now but getting stronger. He opened his eyes with a grunt, and they glowed red. By his command, a tornado formed out of the sands far from him. Hollow eyes and a hollow mouth formed from the tornado, both of pure evil. The new face growled out, its voice echoing across the desert. The tornado came for Glomer, who remained unafraid.

The tornado roared and swallowed the young Glomley hole with its mouth. Glomer's eyes stopped glowing, and he twisted and twirled inside the current he created. But he would not give in. He would not let the Great Glomley Elder down. He closed his eyes and steeled himself. His body glowed intensely white, and when he opened his eyes, they were suddenly glowing white as well. He put both his paws out, and a multi-colored sphere formed from them. The sphere shot a beam at the tornado's mouth, and the tornado closed its eyes and roared in agony, giving Glomer the chance to escape it while he could. Now he was face to face with the tornado, both of them itching to eliminate the other.

The tornado grew out sandy arms and proceeded to swat Glomer with both hands, but Glomer turned invisible before the tornado's hands even hit him, causing it to clasp only air. It looked around so see if Glomer was still present when it heard Glomer's voice shout boldly, "Over here, twister thingy!" The twister turned to see the now-visible Glomley, who was a bit further into the desert. The tornado clenched its fists, and its eyes glowed red again, firing lasers at Glomer, who held out his paws once more and deflected the energy being shot at him. The beams were tough, but Glomer was tougher. He bent his left leg and slightly turned, and with all of his might, he kicked the lasers back toward the tornado. As a result, the tornado roared in anger and pain as it glowed entirely red and imploded violently, and the entire desert was back to normal. Glomer panted slightly as sweat came from his forehead.

"Glomer...still get stronger," he muttered raspily. "Futures of Third Earth and Chaundoon depending on it."

Panthro and Team Punky's next stop aboard the Feliner was Tuskania, home to the Tuskas. Turmagar and his people noticed the ThunderCat spaceship and waved at it gratefully. It landed near the huts and rocks that established the Tuskas' territory. Panthro and the kids got out and first met up with the Turmagar and his people. The kids took notice of the latter group and were in shock that the people inhabiting this place were walrus-like humanoids, all of them a pale brown and having brown eyes. Their leader, who was a bit bulkier then they were, had grey eyebrows that were thick, wore a brown sweatsuit and black shoes, and had a tan sweater on underneath. The rest of Tuskakind all had black eyebrows and wore identical green-and-beige suits.

Turmagar stepped up to Panthro and smiled. He said, "Greetings, Panthro. It's nice to see you again." He gestured to Team Punky. "And who, may I ask, are these four young ones?"

"Hi, Turmagar," said the engineer/warrior, and he introduced Team Punky to Turmagar and his people. "These children are Punky Brewster, Allen Anderson, Margaux Kramer, and Cherie Benson."

The kids walked up to Turmagar, and they were somewhat intimidated by his appearance. Still, they put on positive faces. They waved to Turmagar. "Uh...hi, Mr. Turmagar," Punky said meekly.

"You must be the one called Punky," noted the Tuska leader. "And please. It's just Turmagar."

"These kids before me aren't from Third Earth, but rather a different timeline," explained Panthro. "The ThunderCats wanna get them adjusted to this world, so that's why I'm on an aerial trip today."

"I see," Turmagar said, nodding.

"We'd like to take a look around your home if you don't mind."

"Oh, no. I don't mind at all. Any friend of the Tuskas is welcome in Tuskania."

"Thank you."

Panthro showed the kids around the place. Turmagar asked to supervise, and Panthro didn't object to it. Under the supervision, Team Punky got a real, close-up look at the Tuskas' lives, inside and out. They even got to see a storage area where the Tuskas kept their weapons. Turmagar and Panthro assured the kids that the weaponry was for self-defense against anyone who dared to threaten life on Tuskania. This forced Turmagar to bring up the Technopede, a giant mechanical insect built during the early Third Earth years. Information on who created it was sketchy, but the Technopede's sole purpose was to destroy all life on the planet, with Tuskania being the first target. Turmagar related to Punky and friends that his people, try as they might, were no match for the superior firepower of the Technopede, so Turmagar called on the ThunderCats for help to obliterate the evil machine, to keep the waters of the River of Despair flowing. Team Punky was incredibly moved by Turmagar's story and thanked him for telling it to them.

By the time the group reached the stable, the children were more amazed than shocked at the visored dragons living there, resting peacefully. The creatures were identical in appearance, but they were different in color. They had feathered wings rather than normal dragon wings. In Team Punky's timeline, dragons were considered mythological, but here on Third Earth, dragons pretty much existed. The Gomplins were a fine example.

"These dragons are so amazing, Turmagar," said Allen. "What're they called name-wise?"

Turmagar answered, turning to Allen, "They, friend Allen, are called Gomplins." He pointed towards the dragon pack. "Tuskas have domesticated these noble creatures for centuries. We use them to patrol every corner of Third Earth." He walked up to the leader of the pack. This Gomplin was an olive-green type that belonged to Turmagar from the way the Tuska leader petted him. Team Punky smiled pleasantly at this moment; they doubted they'd forget it anytime soon.

Cherie said to Turmagar, "It seems like you and your people have everything under control."

"Ditto," agreed Margaux.

"That's true, Cherie and Margaux, but it never hurts to have the support of friends-" he pointed at Panthro politely, "-even if those friends are ThunderCats."

"Right," agreed Panthro, who nodded. "Before the kids and I leave, I'd like you to take them on a little joyride around Tuskania in your Gomplin."

"Are-are you sure about that, Panthro?" wondered Cherie before Turmagar obliged, looking over her friends and back to the panther. "We've never ridden on an actual dragon before. What if we-"

"Don't worry about it," assured Panthro as he put up a hand to interrupt Cherie and gestured to Turmagar and his Gomplin. "Turmagar will take care of you four."

Finally Turmagar said jovially, "I don't see why not. I can put in the time and effort for it."

Panthro motioned the kids to go with Turmagar and assured them that he would be watching the whole time. After some hesitation, the kids decided to fly with the Tuska leader. They had made another friend in him, which was enough for them. Panthro could only wonder how long the new friendships Team Punky were making on this planet would last considering Glomer's disappearance. If word got out about what the young Glomley did at the River of Despair, the ThunderCats would take the fall, and Team Punky would be caught in the middle. Panthro prayed to Jaga that things would work out okay, but he also knew that fate had a wicked streak.

It was now afternoon, and work on fixing up the Cat's Lair progressed rather well. The Berbils and the remaining ThunderCats worked in sync over the fortress they created since the day they met. They were obviously enjoying themselves. The fact that both sides came from other worlds made their bond even more precious. They took a break now and then, occasionally enjoying snack time. When they got back to work, they never stopped. The lair was more than a fortress to them all; it was considered part of the ThunderCat-Berbil family.

In the lair's open forearms, Cheetara, Ro-Ber-Bill, Ro-Ber-Belle, and Snarf were working on new automatic weapons, while Tygra, Lion-O, and three Berbils were building a different type of weapon in the lair's open chest. The weapons Cheetara's group were working on were double-barreled cannons that were based on the VariCannon from the RatStar, Ratar-O's spaceship, although unlike the VariCannon, they were tank-like. The singular gun in the lair's chest that Tygra's crew was working on was based on the laser design for the ThunderCats' original spaceship, only it was black in color and far more streamlined than the original laser. These new weapons would be masterpieces to be proud of. If Panthro could build things, his fellow ThunderCats would follow suit.

As for the piece of what used to be Panthro's ion cannon near the open door...well, most of the Berbils were looking after it and would add to Panthro's plans for it once he and Team Punky had gotten back from their field trip. Tygra had already related to the Berbils that the former Cat's Lair weapon was designed to intimidate opponents, not slay them outright; he would help the Berbils reformat the cannon. Ro-Ber-Bill and Ro-Ber-Belle agreed with him, saying they'd supervise the reformatting. Tygra and the other ThunderCats were honored by the request, and Lion-O granted it. All in all, today was a good day for ThunderCats and Berbils alike.

Inside the lair, the ThunderKittens were playing games with Brandon in each room (including their room, Lion-O's room, and the guest rooms) and the hallways. Brandon had to admit that it felt good stepping out of his comfort zone, and no matter how much he missed Punky, he would never let himself feel down. WilyKat and Kit, likewise, found themselves having a ball with Brandon, as they treated him as an equal like Punky always did. They sometimes stopped for a drink and a snack before resuming playing. It was a great exercise/distraction for the three of them, as the Cat's Lair was still in need of repairs.

So far, there was absolutely nothing that had prevented everyone at the lair from having a good time with each other. So far.

Glomer teleported himself into the swampy location of the what used to be the Living Ooze. He looked around him and was pleased that all was quiet, and he floated to the ground. He could still focus on preparing for his eventual battle with the ThunderCats. Previously when the ooze existed, it teamed up with galactic convict Plutar, whose touches could turn people and things into decay and rot, to pollute all of Third Earth. When Lion-O and Snarf met Mandora and joined up with her to find the convicts Lion-O accidentally released (including Plutar), they landed near the ooze and were trapped in it. But thanks to Mandora's quick thinking, both Plutar and the ooze were defeated by her enzyme catalyzer, the ooze permenantly dissolved. Glomer was unaware of that event because the ThunderCats never told him or his former friends about it, but he didn't care. All this place was to him was yet another training ground, another stepping stone in ensuring the futures of Chaundoon and Third Earth remain alive and well.

Glomer walked into the Living Ooze's former spot and turned to face the middle, closing his eyes. Focusing all of his energy and grunting, Glomer tapped into a power that his kind, the Glomleys, had been forbidden to master ever since they learned how to use magic. He glowed a sickly turquoise, raised his arms in the air slowly, and created a medium-sized circular fissure that grew into a monolith. Once he opened his eyes while still glowing, he backflipped down to the ground and ran circles around the new monolith. He ran faster and faster, burning up the ground until it caught fire, which was the perfect time for him to leap upward to the monolith with gusto. His turquoise glow faded out. He grinned, letting his sharp teeth show, as the fire below him dissolved and the ground cracked open, giving way to magma. The magma grew rapidly to cover the whole area, even the spot that the monolith was on. Glomer stood firm and breathed in, and, with a brief crimson glow from his eyes, blew super-breath on the magma, turning it into ash.

Next, Glomer held out both his paws and fired golden ricochet beams that bounced off the entire forest that surrounded him and the swamp. The trees immediately turned to dust from the energy. Glomer held the beams in place with telekenesis then, and when he gripped his paws, the beams vanished. Glomer flew up into the sky, stopping near the clouds. Then, like a cannonball, he zoomed back down toward the monolith, demolishing it. Glomer came out of the rubble unscathed, and he looked all around the Living Ooze's domain. Nothing. It was just the way he wanted it to be. Just nothing. Only the flow of the River of Despair nearby was intact. He allowed himself to smile, and he cackled. He was feeling very proud of himself. He felt like he was accomplishing something for real instead of somewhat fouling it up. He looked at his paws and flexed them. He was grateful for this boost in magical strength. Still, he needed to polish that strength. He closed his eyes and pictured an ice-shaped hook and a castle on top of it. That would be his next location. His mind made up, he reopened his eyes and teleported to his next training ground.

After their time in Tuskania (as well as having some food and drinks over there), Panthro and Team Punky bade farewell to Turmagar and his people and were on their way. The Feliner soared across the sky to whatever location Panthro would park her near. He and the kids approached a brown stony cave in the dry-desert region of Third Earth, and he landed the Feliner near it. They got out of the ship and looked at the came simply.

Margaux asked the ThunderCat skeptically, "You brought us to a cave, Panthro? A cave?"

Panthro replied, "No, Margaux. What you and everyone else are seeing is no ordinary cave. It is the Cave of Time. It has the power to rapidly age anybody who enters it." He added darkly, "If a person stays inside there for too long, they die."

The children gasped. A cave that could accelerate age? That thought terrified them.

"Tygra entered the cave once while we ThunderCats were searching for Thundrillium, the fuel source we explained to you guys about during the Cat's Lair tour," continued Panthro. "If we hadn't met Willa of the Warrior Maidens, Tygra would've been done for. We took him to the Geyser of Life, which is across from here-" he turned and pointed across the cave briefly before looking at the kids, "-and restored him to his normal adult age."

Team Punky sighed in relief about Tygra. They made a mental note to never enter something as dangerous as the Cave of Time. They preferred to age the right way.

"There's absolutely no way in heck that I'm missing out on what life has to offer," said Margaux, voicing her opinion. "I gotta keep my looks in check, you know."

"Surprisingly, I agree with Margaux," included Punky. "Before Glomer came along, my friends and I were in a cave once, and it wasn't pretty." She closed her eyes and shook her head at those last words.

All the kids related to Panthro that while they and Brandon were on a camping trip in their dimension, they got lost in the woods and stumbled onto a cave that they learned was of Indian heritage and also haunted by an evil supernatural being named the Owa Tagoo Siam, who was created out of fear by Native-American civilization and whom terrorized all of humanity long ago, until he was weakened by the power of love and forced to hide out in the cave that he resided in. Though Punky and friends seemingly were no match for the Siam, the spirit of Princess Moon, an Indian child whom Punky discovered she was a successor to, advised them that the Siam could only be powered by fear, and thanks to Moon's encouragement, Team Punky had permanently vanquished the Siam with the power of love. Punky's foster father Henry and Cherie's grandmother Betty, who were searching for the kids, had found them inside the cave. Team Punky didn't tell the two adults - or anyone, for that matter - about what happened in the cave, as nobody would believe what happened there.

"By Jaga," breathed Panthro. "That must've been quite the experience."

"No kidding," said Cherie. "We've all got goosebumps just being there."

"And it'll stay with us for the rest of our lives," Allen lamented.

Panthro turned to Team Punky and smiled at them. "Well, I'm grateful you're all in one piece," he said.

"Us, too, Panthro," Punky agreed, she and her friends nodding. "What does the Geyser of Life look like, by the way?" she asked.

"I'll take you all there," answered Panthro. With a stern face, he warned the kids, "However, the geyser is guarded by the Winged Water Snakes. It's best that you be prepared."

"Okay, Panthro. If you insist," Cherie said hesitantly.

When Panthro and the kids reached the Geyser of Life, the kids were amazed by the geyser itself. It gently emitted geysers from its own pool of water. However, the kids were also aware of the Winged Water Snakes Panthro spoke about. They flew around like true guardians, chirping, forbidding anyone passage into the geyser.

"So this is the Geyser of Life," Margaux surmised.

"It's so beautiful," Cherie said dreamily.

"This very geyser has magical properties," stated Panthro. "It restores youth to those of old age. The Winged Water Snakes are another story - they guard the geyser loyally. Once, my friends and I distracted them so that Tygra could return to normal."

"And did it work?" Allen asked.

"It sure did, Allen. Because of that, Tygra swore never to enter the Cave of Time again, even though he knew it was full of Thundrillium."

"The Cave of Time has Thundrillium inside?" wondered Punky. "That sounds impossible."

"Impossible but true," said Panthro sullenly. "Thundrillium can be located in even the most treacherous of places on this planet."

Team Punky looked again at the Winged Water Snakes. They studied the creatures closely, their grey color scheme, yellow eyes with black slits, and fangs wonderfully emphasized.

Turning to Panthro, Margaux asked, "Where do these Winged Water Snakes come from?" The other kids had the exact same thought.

"My guess is that they were born out of Second Earth's transformation into Third Earth," answered the panther. "There's not much else to know of 'em."

"The wonders of this Third Earth don't cease to amaze and shock us," Cherie amusingly said.

"Believe me, Cherie, I know the feeling. Shall we continue our tour?"

The kids nodded yes. Panthro led them back to the Feliner for more places to look into on Third Earth.

Hachiman, a samurai warrior from First Earth's ancient past, was in a sitting position in a rocky desert with his eyes closed and his hands on his knees, meditating. He wasn't wearing his helmet, which was just nearby, but he had his scabbarded Thunder-Cutter. The wind blew on the ribbon tied to his head. He thought back to the day he was brought to this timeline by the sinister Mumm-Ra to take down Lion-O and the Sword of Omens. When Hachiman and Lion-O had met, both of them were crossing the Four-Day Drop on an age-old tree log - Lion-O, to reach the Treetop Kingdom, and Hachiman, to find the one to fight against. Lion-O tried reasoning with him, but Hachiman outright demanded Lion-O to fight him. Lion-O refused to fight someone he didn't know and had no quarrel with, so he stood his ground. Hachiman used the Thunder-Cutter to cut the log that served as the bridge for the Four-Day Drop, and as a result, the log collapsed, and Hachiman and Lion-O would've met their doom had Lion-O not used his Claw Shield to save the day. From that moment on, they earned each other's respect.

Hachiman told Lion-O that he was brought to Third Earth by Mumm-Ra to kill the young lord. Lion-O, of course, knew all about the demon priest and his treachery, and told his new friend that he'd been lied to. Hachiman felt ashamed of this deception, but Lion-O also informed him that he was going to the Treetop Kingdom and seek the Warrior Maidens' help in saving WilyKat and WilyKit from the Cave of Azzurra, which Lion-O briefed Hachiman on, including the tale of the evil wizard Azzurra. Lion-O and the ThunderCats were already made aware of the cave's history by the locals, and now Hachiman was aware too. The samurai agreed to help Lion-O save the ThunderKittens. When they got to the kingdom, Lion-O introduced Hachiman to Willa and told her about the ThunderKittens entering the Cave of Azzurra. Willa had warned the two men of the dangers of the cave. Despite that, Lion-O and Hachiman were unphased. Lion-O summoned the other ThunderCats with the Sword of Omens for backup.

Once introductions between Hachiman and the other ThunderCats were in order, Lion-O led them all into the Cave of Azzurra. The ThunderKittens' rescue from the cave's dark power proved difficult, but ThunderCats never surrendered. With Hachiman on their side, the ThunderCats' chances were on high. Kit and Kat were safe, but as soon as everyone got out of the cave, the Mutants attacked them. Mumm-Ra had ordered Slithe and his minions into action after telling them about Hachiman and learning of the samurai's betrayal, and no mercy would be shown. But by working together, Hachiman and the ThunderCats bested the Plun-Darrian cretins. The samurai bade the ThunderCats farewell, having gained the respect of the rest of the clan as well as their friendship.

Returning his mind to the present, Hachiman poured all of his energy into his concentration. He was one with Third Earth, one with her environment. There was nothing to disrupt him at all. But even he could sense a disturbance in the atmosphere. Whatever he was sensing, it did not bode well. The planet, he was feeling, had become a personal training ground for someone who was experienced with the supernatural. He also felt that that someone, a muscular gopher-type creature, was being influenced by a single dark force, namely the one that brought him to Third Earth's timeline in the first place - Mumm-Ra. The Thunder-Cutter glowed white, feeling exactly what its master was feeling. It knew that Hachiman would be needed on the battlefield when the time was right.

Hachiman opened his eyes and looked at his glowing sword, both master and weapon in agreement. Yes, a battle was inevitable, and as a warrior, he could not ignore his calling. As a staunch follower of the Bushido code, he would fight to his last breath. He looked to the partly-cloudy sky with pride. "A storm is brewing," he said, referring to his eventual part in this new battle. "I will meet it head on, and I will not stop until it is over." He picked up his helmet, got up, and put/strapped his helmet on, leaving only his brown eyes. He unsheathed his amazing sword, the very weapon that had been passed down for generations by his family, including his Great Uncle Nishida. With two swings, a firm grip on the sword, and a determined expression on his face, Hachiman began to train.

Panthro and Team Punky's next location was the Bridge of Slime, and right across it the Pit of the Netherwitch. The Feliner was already parked near the bridge and pit, and Panthro and the kids took a good look at both. The children were rightfully repulsed by the slippery nature of the bridge.

"Grosseroo," said Punky in disdain. That was yet another catchphrase in her vocabulary, which earned her a chuckle from Panthro.

"You're all right to be disgusted by the Bridge of Slime," the ThunderCat put in as he regained himself. "It's tough to get across. The Gaw-Rak-Rak, a double-headed serpentine creature, sometimes lives below the bridge, preying on anybody who dares to cross the bridge. One wrong move, and you could fall into the River of Despair, straight into the Gaw-Rak-Rak's mouths."

"I suppose it's a good thing none of us are gonna cross it, then," said a nervous Cherie.

"Amen to that, sister," agreed Margaux.

"Ahead of the bridge lies the Pit of the Netherwitch," continued Panthro as he pointed to the monster mouth-shaped hole across the Bridge of Slime. "Lion-O crossed the bridge to get into the pit to get to the Netherwitch herself, and he asked her to transport him to the astral plane to save Jaga. It was a personal matter that didn't require the rest of the ThunderCats."

"It was that bad, huh?" Allen required.

"Only Lion-O can see Jaga's ghost. The rest of us can't, though we're mindful of Lion-O's connection to Jaga."

"This Netherwitch, Panthro - does she come from the astral plane, too?" wondered Punky.

Panthro explained, "She's from Third Earth, actually. She's a sorceress who's connected to all planes of existence, especially the one where Lion-O was." Unknown to the ThunderCats (except Lion-O) and Team Punky, the Netherwitch was really Mumm-Ra in disguise. The mummy had disposed of the real Netherwitch a long time ago and had posed as her twice - first when he was threatened by the in-his-prime wizard Brodo, and second when Lion-O asked for help to save the spirit of Jaga.

Punky folded her arms and looked at the ground with a sad expression. "I sure wish we could ask her about what happened with Glomer," she said in a low voice, and she looked at the Pit of the Netherwitch. "She could give us a clue on why he had a brief power-up."

"Well, she could, but I think she'd let us figure it out for ourselves, Punky," said Margaux reassuringly.

"We all have to believe that Glomer will return to us," stated Cherie. "There's no sense in worrying about him right now."

"That's right, Punky," Allen agreed, placing a hand on Punky's left shoulder for comfort. "We're not just Glomer's friends. We're his family."

Punky looked over her friends and could see that they were right. Worrying herself to death over Glomer would do her no good. Her face turned peaceful, and she smiled, grateful to have the support of true friends. Panthro smiled himself at the sight before him. Punky and her friends were survivors through and through, just as the ThunderCats were.

The kids looked at the ThunderCat mechanic/warrior, and Cherie said happily, "We'd like to continue the tour please, Panthro."

Panthro gave them a thumb up from his left hand. "No problem."

Glomer successfully teleported to Hook Mountain. He floated and got a better look at the place. It was precisely as he pictured it to be. He smiled wickedly.

"This place perfect for training," he said with passion. He looked somewhere around the mountain for a place to train nearby. There! He spotted a snow location that had basically nothing there. With lightning-fast reflexes, Glomer flew over there. Afterwards he clasped his paws together and formed a lime-green sphere with platinum-gold electrical sparks. Chuckling at this latest display of power, he threw it into the ground, forming a hole for him to enter, which he did when his eyes and body glowed red. The hole closed after that.

Glomer burned through the snow as he flew under it, turning it into plain water. It seemed like an eternity, but the Chaundoon native knew what he was doing. He continued his trek underground, never stopping. All around him the snow was turning to water. It caused a heat wave above that hardened the snow and reached even Hook Mountain, but the mountain somehow remained standing. Its very thick design protected it from the heat wave.

The drawbridge to Snowman's castle opened to reveal Snowman and Snowmeow, the former riding on his loyal steed/friend. Snowmeow walked slowly into the open, exposing him and his best friend to the heat. Luckily Snowman wasn't wearing his helmet, but he did carry his lance and shield in case the heat was the cause of an unknown enemy. Snowmeow growled fiercely at what was happening.

"Easy, Snowmeow," comforted Snowman. "This phenomenon cannot be natural. Whoever or whatever is causing this, the rest of Third Earth may not be safe." He and Snowmeow looked around them to see the heat wave covering Hook Mountain's entire snowy region. The person or thing responsible for this could very well turn all the snow around here into a huge puddle of water, causing a tidal wave that could wipe out everything and everyone across the globe...except, of course, Mumm-Ra, for he was the ever-living source of all that was evil.

Just as suddenly as it appeared, the heat wave disappeared. This left Snowman and Snowmeow confused, however it didn't ease their fears. What they'd seen was no doubt something sinister. They could feel as well as sense that the worst would be yet to come.

Far away from Hook Mountain but still in the snowy region, Glomer emerged from the ground with his eyes closed, his arms stretched, and his legs together. He breathed in and out in and out, and soon his body no longer glowed. He opened his eyes, which were normal again, and smiled that very devilish smile. The cold proved to be quite the exercise for him. It appeared Snowman and his people weren't the only ones who could withstand the harshness of the snowy weather. Glomer cackled, enjoying the teachings that were given him. The more he would train, the stronger he would become. And he would relish every minute of it.

Back at Cat's Lair, the ThunderKittens and Brandon felt ashamed that they messed up all the ThunderCats' bed chambers, so they did their best to clean them up before the adult ThunderCats got wind of it. It was a team effort on the twins' part, and Brandon watched with mere fascination. There was no point in interrupting the lair's restoration. This was their problem, and they were going to fix it. It was stressful yet worth it. The other ThunderCats and the Berbils were doing great reconstruction work, so it was only right that Kit and Kat restore order to each bed chamber. Brandon loved how the cunning, sibling duo seemed to work in perfect harmony throughout. He and Punky were the same way; he still missed her, but being around the ThunderKittens was a welcome distraction. He couldn't, however, stop himself from thinking about the time he almost lost his life back on First Earth.

He had swallowed a rare set of stamps Henry collected, infuriating the elder. Henry ordered Punky to take Brandon outside to get some fresh air, to which the girl complied. While Henry called to order another set of stamps, Brandon pushed Punky aside to save her from getting hit by a car, and it was he who got hit. Guilt overriding them, Henry and Punky took Brandon to an animal hospital to save his life. The hospital's manager, male veterinarian Dr. Frankel, diagnosed Brandon as having a concussion and a damaged leg. Frankel's only option was to put Brandon to sleep, but not willing to give up on her lifelong friend, Punky begged and pleaded with Brandon to come back to her - and he did, making both Punky and Henry happy. That day was a turning point for Brandon, for Henry built him his doghouse that currently resided in Punky's room with Punky's help. It was a memory that Brandon kept close to his heart while watching Kit and Kat do the work.

His time on Third Earth was growing on him, and he smiled, giving out a soft whimper. The twins heard him and turned to him.

"You really do miss Punky, don't you, Brandon?" asked Kit.

"She'll be back," consoled Kat. "They all will."

"Cat's Lair is still under reconstruction, and we three have to make sure we don't get in trouble with the other ThunderCats. Still, Kat and I are grateful to spend time with you. We wouldn't change anything about it."

Hearing the ThunderKittens' reassurance lifted Brandon's hopes even more. He barked proudly, understanding the twins' intentions.

"Attaboy, Brandon!" the twins said cheerily, giving Brandon single thumbs up.

"Let's finish up, WilyKat, before Lion-O and the others beat us to the punch," said Kit.

"Sure thing," Kat agreed.

The kittens resumed their work on fixing up the ThunderCats' rooms, and Brandon watched with nothing but happiness on his face.

Outside the lair, repairs for the fortress continued. Lion-O's crew and Ro-Ber-Bill and Ro-Ber-Belle's crew worked hard in taking care of their greatest masterpiece. As long as they kept at it, they wouldn't be swayed. Until now.

Cheetara put a palm to her head and closed her eyes as she was receiving telepathic images of what would be Third Earth's future. Fires burning up every forest...earthquakes causing fissures...volcanoes erupting violently...whirlpools happening all over the ocean...Cat's Lair and every other Third Earth civilian home crumbling to dust...and in the middle of it all, a short, bulky figure in shadow with wild hair, floating in the stormy sky, with a crackle of lightning revealing him to be a very different-looking Glomer, his face full of pure malevolence with a smile.

Cheetara gasped, her eyes wide. She was shaken by what she saw. Her brief trance didn't go unnoticed by the other ThunderCats and the Berbils.

"What did you see, Cheetara?" Tygra called.

"I...I saw the future," Cheetara struggled to say. "I saw Third Earth being torn apart inside and out. There's something else, too."

"What, Cheetara? What is it?" urged Snarf.

Cheetara swallowed the lump forming in her throat and said three words that would rock the ThunderCats' world: "I saw Glomer."

This earned her gasps from ThunderCat and Berbil alike. Why would Glomer, of all people, be responsible for the destruction of the planet the ThunderCats learned to call home outside of Thundera?

"That can't be true," Lion-O said, shaking his head. "Glomer would never willingly sentence the Third Earth to death. Even if he did, his powers wouldn't be strong enough."

"It wasn't the Glomer we know," continued Cheetara. "The Glomer in my vision looked...different, so ruthless in his actions. It was as if someone else were in his place."

"The last time we all saw Glomer," put in Ro-Ber-Bill, "he showed no signs of violence towards anyone."

"The poor thing is probably traumatized," said Ro-Ber-Belle sadly, Snarf putting a comforting paw on the female Berbil's right arm.

"Could that be why your sixth sense reacted the way it did before when Punky's crew arrived?" Tygra asked Cheetara.

The resident speedster of the ThunderCats replied honestly, "I just don't know. None of us have a clue what Glomer could be really capable of. And what would happen if his friends discovered the truth about him on their own?"

That very question plagued each ThunderCat present. The Berbils had just met Glomer, so they would be unable to provide a definitive answer to Cheetara's question.

Unwilling to let his ThunderCat friends be depressed, Ro-Ber-Bill said to them, "We may not know where Glomer is, ThunderCats, but as long as his friends believe in him, we must do the same. True friends don't turn their backs on each other."

"You're right, Ro-Ber-Bill," agreed Ro-Ber-Belle, her spirits lifting. "We can't allow ourselves to worry over the future. We can only focus on today."

The ThunderCats, touched by Ro-Ber-Bill's words, felt their own spirits lifting. The bond between both parties was very special indeed. Indeed, it was too soon to tell if Glomer would be a threat to the entire Third Earth. Despite Cheetara's misgivings about Glomer, the bond between the ThunderCats and Team Punky still had a lot of growing to do. So for now, Lion-O's crew would keep to themselves.

"I'm sorry if I worried all of you," Cheetara admitted.

"Don't worry about it, Cheetara," Lion-O added. "If something goes wrong, we'll be there to help out."

"I second that. Snarf snarf," added in Snarf.

"Thirded," said Tygra.

Work on the lair had resumed once more. That was everybody's priority right now.

It was about to get dark soon, and the Feliner and her passengers were on their way back to the Cat's Lair. Panthro and Team Punky just got through seeing Acid Lake (which they completely remained in the air for), the Treasure Ruins, the Mountain of Destiny, the Pass of the Rockmen (Panthro reminded the kids that the Rockmen only come alive when their domain is invaded), the Swamp of Serpents, the Hunting Plains, the Pass of Glass, and the Wollo and Bolkin Villages (where Team Punky had managed to befriend said villages' inhabitants). Panthro wondered how the lair was looking, and he would ask the other ThunderCats that once he and the kids got back. He had to admit that his decision to give Punky's crew a tour of Third Earth was exhilirating, even though he had to cut the tour short so he wouldn't run the Feliner's engines dry.

They reached the lair at last, and he and the kids saw his fellow ThunderCats and the Berbils standing before the lair, looking gratefully at the Feliner coming in for a landing. The lair's left paw opened up for the Feliner. Panthro entered the paw and turned the Feliner forward, then landed it. He and Punky's crew got out and greeted their friends, and the paw closed afterwards. Punky asked where Brandon was in the lair, and Lion-O replied the dog was with the ThunderKittens playing games. Glad for the answer, Team Punky went to search for Brandon and the twins while everyone else remained outside. ThunderCat and Berbil alike discussed what happened today, including the lair's repairs and Cheetara's nightmarish visions of the future.

Fortunately Team Punky and the ThunderKittens weren't out here for the discussion, because then things would spiral out of control in minute. The Berbils reminded Panthro that they were holding onto the piece of his former ion cannon for the lair's chest and said they were interested in reformatting it for him if he gave his blessing, which he did. With help from Tygra, and under the supervision of Ro-Ber-Bill and Ro-Ber-Belle, the cannon would be even better than ever. Panthro felt grateful for that and said he'd take a look at it when its makeover was done. He asked if the lair had new weapons installed in the its chest and forearms, to which his friends nodded a yes. He thought they were a welcome change from the usual. What good would it have done for the lair to not get some upgrades?

The revision of the ion cannon would happen tomorrow, it was agreed, along with a special surprise for Punky and her crew. The latter element would help the kids fit in better on Third Earth, and would give them the advantage over even the toughest of situations. The Berbils and the ThunderCats gave the lair another look, and they could see it almost was as good as new, the spikes on its shoulders having been recreated. The Berbils bade the ThunderCats farewell on that note, and they returned to their village. The ThunderCats headed inside the lair to meet up with the ThunderKittens and Team Punky to discuss what would be for dinner, and that tomorrow, there would be something special for Team Punky themselves. So far there'd been no interference from Mumm-Ra, the Mutants, or any other enemy.

Glomer had been at the Field of Daggers (literally crushing the razor-sharp pink daggers that sprung up when he arrived, making the field ordinary), the Vortex (he entered there simply to destroy it), faced the Great Void (an evil spirit that was created by Azzurra to trap people in) and disintegrated it, lifted the entire Acid Lake using telekinesis without any difficulty at all so he could get across, and even created a series of funnels at the sea. Today had been a great day for the powered-up Glomley, and by nightfall, he needed a recharge. So he teleported back to his home in the Desert of Sinking Sands and communicated to the Great Glomley Elder on his progress through telepathy. The Elder sounded pleased with how far his pupil came, and he told Glomer that his training would resume tomorrow. Pleased with this answer, Glomer went to bed.

In his dark pyramid, Mumm-Ra was enjoying having Glomer as his servant and projecting the image of Glomer's mentor into the youngster's mind. It was taxing on the demon priest, but it was worth it in the end. The infernal ThunderCats' obliteration remained foremost on his mind, and to accomplish that feat, he would unleash his ultimate weapon on them - namely Glomer. Lion-O and his lackeys had inhabited the Third Earth for too long, and the line had to be drawn somewhere. Evil would indeed reclaim its rightful place as ruler, and wherever it existed, Mumm-Ra would remain alive and well.

Daylight came once more for our heroes, and it was breakfast time as usual. The ThunderCats reminded Team Punky that they had something special that lay in the latter crew's rooms after they got done eating, a "thank you" for the new friendship between the two groups. When they all were done, Team Punky asked for a much-needed shower, and the ThunderCats obliged them. While the kids went ahead and took their showers, Snarf would assist the ThunderKittens in giving Brandon a bath from outside and brushing his teeth so he'd look good as new for the ThunderCats' special gifts for his friends. The ThunderCats would wash Team Punky's clothes and clean off the kids' shoes, and the clothes would be hung out to dry for days.

No sooner were the child members of Team Punky so refreshed that they put towels around their torsos and brushed their own teeth, and when they got to their rooms, they discovered all-new clothing made just for them by the adult ThunderCats. It was a blend of both group's styles. For Punky, she had a green-and-blue shirt with short sleeves, yellow pants, and purple sneakers, the clothes made of a comfortable rubbery fabric; for Margaux, she was treated with a magenta short-sleeved shirt with medium-to-small tails, blue shorts, and pink go-go-boots; for Allen, his clothes were inspired by Lion-O's, only it was light grey with shoulder cuffs and a light-purple crease in the middle as well as a dark-grey waistband surrounding the pants, accompanied by turquoise boots; and lastly for Cherie, she had a neon violet-blue shirt, lilac pants, and lime-green gym shoes.

The kids dried off, put on their new clothes, and combed each other's hair - Punky, Margaux, and Cherie returning to their usual hairstyles - and soon presented themselves to the ThunderCats in an orderly fashion. Brandon, newly cleansed, was amazed by his friends' new styles. He barked with/jumped for joy. The ThunderCats themselves were pleased with the clothing designs, and they were certain now that Team Punky would be able to blend into Third Earth's environment better. The latter team enjoyed their new clothes and thanked the ThunderCats for designing them. When Punky asked if she and her friends would continue the tour of the planet, Panthro replied that they would get that chance once he, Tygra, and the Berbils revised Cat's Lair's former ion cannon.

Brandon joined the rest of Team Punky and jumped into Punky's arms, licking her face and taking his place among the group. Punky smiled at his affection and then turned to the ThunderCats. She and her friends could never have been more proud of themselves then they were in their timeline. Despite the dangers to come, both sides continued to grow in companionship. And as long as they had each other, both Punky Power and the Code of Thundera would prevail for always.

Punky Brewster/ThunderCats: Punks of Thunder
Chapter Notes: This is my longest chapter yet, so I hope you've enjoyed it. I congratulate FairyThunder22 for helping me out a bit with this chapter. Also, "PAR" stands for "parabolic aluminized reflector." Next time, Cat's Lair's repairs continue, Team Punky gets more used to Third Earth, Mumm-Ra keeps training Glomer, and the Warrior Maidens worry more about Glomer.

Glomer's telescopic vision is inspired by Tally-Hawk, one of the main heroes of SilverHawks, the sister show of ThunderCats, yet Glomer can see into the future while Tally-Hawk records and reports his findings. Glomer's view of the future features Tygra in a blue cape, which can be seen in this group shot:…. Also in Glomer's vision, the attire Lion-O wears is based on this prototype character design by Kinetiquettes for their ThunderCats Classic statue line:….

Turmagar's first appearance in the ThunderCats universe was in the season-one episode "Turmagar the Tuska." Since then, he's appeared in parts 4 and 5 of ThunderCats, Ho!: The Movie. The second-season episode "Catfight" featured Mumm-Ra disguising himself as Turmagar to turn Lion-O's ThunderCats against new members Pumyra, Lynx-O, Ben-Gali, and Snarfer. I altered the origin of the Technopede, which also appeared in "Turmagar the Tuska," so that instead of just Tuskania, it wants to terminate all of Third Earth.

The Living Ooze is permanently eliminated in this story, as I take a cue the season-one episode "Mandora the Evil Chaser" following Mandora, Lion-O, and Snarf's capture by the ooze. The "Lord of the Snows" episode from that season contradicted the ooze's defeat, as it's briefly shown to remain intact, and it's mentioned in "Snarf Takes Up the Challenge."

"The Perils of Punky," a two-part episode from the second season of Punky Brewster, had Punky and her crew take refuge in an Indian cave, where an evil spirit known as the Owa Tagoo Siam lived, terrified them all, and seemingly got rid of Punky's friends. But, with help from Princess Moon, a good spirit, Punky used the power of love on the Siam and defeated it, winning back her friends. Most of the Siam's backstory belongs to me. There was an episode of the Punky cartoon called "The Perils of Punky," though its storyline was different.

When I featured Hachiman in this chapter, I merged the season-one ThunderCats episode "The Thunder-Cutter" and the Random House ThunderCats book "The Spear of Azzurra," a rewrite of "The Thunder-Cutter," into one. I own the book and am proud of it.

In the "Astral Prison" episode, Mumm-Ra disguised himself as the Netherwitch, and in "Punks of Thunder," I made up the fate of the actual Netherwitch.

In the season-one Punky Brewster episode "I Love You, Brandon," Brandon risked his life to save Punky from a car accident, resulting in injuries that nearly ended his life.

The Treasure Ruins, the Swamp of Serpents, and the Pass of Glass are lifted from Leonard Starr's Third Earth map, while the Mountain of Destiny comes from the ThunderCats fanfic written by spacedangel called "Rock and a Hard Place":…

The Great Void was seen in the first episode of a five-part miniseries from ThunderCats' first season titled "Lion-O's Anointment." I've made up Azzurra being the void's creator.

PUNKS OF THUNDER: © 2015 Philip Gipson.

PUNKY BREWSTER: TM & © NBCUniversal, Inc.
THUNDERCATS: TM & © Warner Bros. Entertainment, Inc. and Ted Wolf.


The remainder of Team Punky had run past the Unicorn Forest and arrived at what they'd know as the River of Despair. They saw deep purple water running across the river, something that occured naturally. Margaux couldn't have arrived at this place. After searching for her for what appeared to be a half-hour, Glomer, Punky, Cherie, Allen, and Brandon chose to take a break to come up with a plan to locate Margaux. They sat down near the river (Glomer floated downwards). Today was turning out to be quite interesting.

"Margaux could be anywhere on Third Earth," began Punky as she petted Brandon on the head, which he welcomed, "and we still don't know anything about it."

"Other than that stupid Forest of Silence, of course," seethed Cherie, who was glad to be out of that forest.

"We can't just give up on Margaux," a determined Allen said. "Say, Glomer, can you use your magic to find Margaux's location?" he asked Glomer, turning to him.

"Sure thing, Allen friend," replied the young Glomley. He pulled out his magic pouch, reached in, and threw out a ring of magic dust. It levitated in the air for everyone to see.

Punky pointed to it. "What do you call that, Glomer?" she asked.

"I calling it Ring of Foresight," explained Glomer to his friends. "It has power to see anything and anybody I thinking of." He stood up and came up to the ring, and then he closed his eyes and put his paws together, concentrating. "O Ring of Foresight, showing me where Margaux friend is located on Third Earth," he intoned. When he opened his eyes they glowed white, and he raised his arms toward the ring and stretched them out, making the ring grow wider. A misty blue-white glow appeared in the middle, then faded to show a scared Margaux seated on the ground with her arms wrapped around her legs, crying and sniffling. She was in another type of forest on Third Earth called the Forest of Giant Insects. She would be in real danger if she continued to stay there.

Punky, Cherie, Allen, and Brandon felt guilt as they watched Margaux in that vulnerable state. While Margaux was sometimes self-righteous, she really did care about her friends. For that reason above all, the remainder of Team Punky needed to save her before it was too late. They just needed a plan somehow. The vision soon faded, and Glomer returned the Ring of Foresight to normal as his eyes did, and with a wave of his right paw, the ring returned to his pouch.

"She must be hurting inside," said Allen sadly. "Being in the Forest of Silence must've rattled her so much."

"She needs us, whether she likes it or not," Punky informed. Brandon barked agreeably.

"We gotta come with a plan to bring her back to the fold without making things worse," chimed in Cherie. "So what's the plan, Punky?"


Before Punky could even tell her friends her plan, something rose from the River of Despair. It was a medium-shaped-but-short, greenish creature of reptilian origin, sporting two short horns on its head, red-slitted white eyes, large tusks on its upper lip, and regular jaws on its lower lip. This very thing was perhaps a victim of Second Earth's end, an ordinary lizard-turned mutated abomination. He stared hungrily and viciously at its now-fearful targets, who backed away slowly from him. He was known to all Third Earthers as the Tongue-a-Saurus. He hissed with unremorseful glee.

"W-what in the world is that?!" Cherie exclaimed.

"I'm not sure, Cherie," Allen fearfully said as the beast was walking up to them with his clawed feet, very eager to feast on them all, "but I think we should get outta here while we can."

"Stay cool, guys," Punky assured, doing her darndest to cover up her own fear. "You've still got Brandon and I to protect you. Right, boy?"

Brandon nodded to Punky and growled at the Tongue-a-Saurus, ready and willing to help out his friends.

The beast opened his mouth and roared, unleashing its whip-like tongue on the crew.

"Scatter!" shouted Punky. She, Brandon, and Allen did just that, but Cherie wasn't so lucky. She struggled to break free of the creature's grip, even putting her hands on his tongue. She grunted and growled as she was being pulled closer to the beast. She'd lost her parents in a car accident four years ago - a rather painful memory for her - and she wasn't quite ready to join them in the afterlife.

Punky, Brandon, Allen, and Glomer watched on in horror. They could not just stand by and watch their friend meet her fate. One of them needed to take a stand. To everyone's surprise, especially Cherie's, Allen came to the rescue.

"Allen, no!" Punky called out.

With a war-like cry, Allen kicked the Tongue-a-Saurus's tongue. The beast let out an inhumanly bellow and was forced to release Cherie from its grip. Cherie would've fallen to the ground had Allen not caught her, having had a crush on her ever since they met. He let her get back up on her own accord. Her cheeks blushed, and she smiled sheepishly.

"Thank you, Allen," she said humbly.

"Haha. No problem, Cherie," Allen said nervously, his own cheeks blushing. Clearing his throat, he boldly said, "We'd better take cover fast."

"Right." The two friends ran over to Punky, Glomer, and Brandon in the bushes, just in time for the Tongue-a-Saurus to regain himself.

Punky chided, "What you did, Allen, was foolish..." then her expression changed to relief, "...but I'm glad you and Cherie are safe."

"Friends are forever, you know," said Allen nonchalantly.

"How're we ever gonna get past this guy, Punky?" asked Cherie.

"I'm not going down without a fight," Punky replied sharply. "We just have to get to Margaux." She put her left hand in front of her friends as a gesture of kindness. "Who's with me?"

Sure enough, Brandon, Glomer, Cherie, and Allen wasted no time in placing their hands/paws on Punky's. "Punky Power," they all said quietly with smiles on their faces, Brandon barking the words. Before they could act, however, they heard a couple of "woosh" sounds in the air, and looked upward.

"That's strange," Allen said. "There aren't any chills coming today."

"I don't think so, Allen," corrected Cherie. "I think some people are coming to help us, which means..."

"ThunderCat friends must be here," finished Glomer for Cherie.

Punky spotted WilyKat and WilyKit flying on rocket-powered surfboards each with an outlined color (blue for Kat, yellow for Kit) as well as the infamous ThunderCat symbol on both tops. She and her comrades got out into the open. She, Glomer, Cherie, and Brandon all waved their arms out, calling the sibling duo's names; Brandon barked happily for the kittens' arrival, even panting and sticking out his tongue.

Kit and Kat turned around and spotted Punky and her crew. Kit pointed to them. "There's Punky and crew!" she exclaimed excitedly.

Kat's face turned angry when he saw the creature that was about to devour Team Punky. "And look at who's after them," he growled. "It's the Tongue-a-Saurus."

Kit picked up a pellet from her belt, smirking. "It's time to whip up the old deep freeze treatment on him. Right, Kat?"

Kat picked up a pellet from one of his pouches on the left side. He smiled deviously. "Right on, Kit."

The siblings threw their pellets at the roaring Tongue-a-Saurus, who unleashed his tongue once more. In a flash, the pellets hit him, and soon he was frozen in a block of ice. Team Punky was impressed with the ThunderKittens' trick.

"That was AWESOME!" cheered Allen as he pumped a fist into the air.

"How long will that monster stay frozen like that?" Cherie asked Kat and Kit.

"The Tongue-a-Saurus? Oh, he'll thaw out eventually," replied Kat.

"That gives us time to find Margaux and bring all six of you back home," stated Kit.

"Are the other ThunderCats close by in the ThunderTank?" asked Punky.

"Yep," said Kit. "They gave WilyKat and I permission to come here first. We'll take you to them right now."

"Glomer used something called the Ring of Foresight to find out where Margaux was," Punky explained to the siblings. "She was in some kind of forest that's full of vegetation and such."

Kat and Kit's eyes widened, and getting Punky's meaning, they looked to each other and shouted, "The Forest of Giant Insects!"

"What's wrong? What's so bad about that place?" asked Allen.

"The Forest of Giant Insects is dangerous territory, you guys," warned Kat. "Insects of all kinds live there, feasting on anything and anyone they see. Some of them even feed at night."

Team Punky looked to each other, the ThunderKittens' words increasing their worry for their missing friend. "Now we know for sure Margaux's in trouble," Cherie said dreadfully. She put her hands on Punky's shoulders and urged, "Punky, we have to get her outta there."

Punky adamantly replied, "We will, Cherie. All of us."

"What we waiting for then?" Glomer said. "Let's get move on!"

Brandon barked three times, as he was just as anxious to save Margaux.

The Tongue-a-Saurus being frozen in ice was perfect timing for Mumm-Ra. Now was his chance. Now was the time to bring Glomer closer to the dark side.

"Time for you to - heh-heh-heh - 'work' your magic, Glomer," he said quietly.

Without taking his eyes off the cauldron's vision, he aimed the bull tip of his staff at Glomer. The bull's hollow eyes glowed white, which would force Glomer to act without thinking and turn against his friends.

"So what brings you guys to the River of Despair?" Kat asked Team Punky.

"If that's the name of this river, then I'm happy that we're not in despair," said Allen jokingly. His joke fell on deaf ears. Everyone faced him briefly with annoyed faces, and he laughed nervously. Then they all got down to business.

"We needed to take a break from finding Margaux," Cherie explained to the ThunderKittens. "So we happened upon this place so we could come up with a plan."

A tingling sensation overcame Glomer all of a sudden. He closed his eyes tightly as the sensation grew. "I...feeling...strange," he said strainingly, interrupting Cherie's conversation.

Team Punky and the ThunderKittens took notice right away.

"Glomer?" said Punky, worry filling her voice as she reached a hand out to her Glomley ally.

In an instant, when Glomer opened his eyes, they glowed white, his expression emotionless. In fact, his entire body movement stopped being his own.

"What's happening to you, Glomer?" Kat asked.

Ignoring his friends, Glomer raised his arms. His paws at first emitted his trademark magic dust, but then they evolved to silver-colored energy spheres. Glomer aimed directly at the frozen Tongue-a-Saurus, and the spheres in Glomer's paws launched forth and became one, enveloping the Tongue-a-Saurus entirely in their glow. WilyKat and WilyKit took cover for what would happen next while Punky, Allen, Cherie, and Brandon watched on in confusion. The glow got bigger and shot forth a beam into the sky, and everyone, even the ThunderKittens (who were watching this display from opposite sides), looked upward, bearing witness to this event.

Close by, the ThunderCats in the ThunderTank also took notice of this strange phenomenon.

"What in the world is going on over there?" Tygra wondered.

"Whatever's happening, Punky and friends are in the middle of it, and the ThunderKittens as well," said Cheetara.

"They may need our help. Snarf snarf," Snarf cautioned.

"You're right, Snarf," Lion-O agreed, nodding.

"So what're we waiting for?" Panthro said boldly.

All five ThunderCats got out of the tank and rushed to their friends' aid.

The ThunderKittens and Team Punky continued staring at the energy beam, until finally, it began to disappear, leaving smoking ground. Glomer's eyes returned to normal, and he shook his head.

"What happen?" he asked himself. His friends had turned to him, wondering the same thing.

The ThunderKittens flew over to Team Punky, as they too witnessed what happened.

"Glomer, what did you just do to that Tongue-a-Saurus creature?" breathed Punky.

Glomer looked at his paws, which were shaking. "I...I not sure," he said, obviously just as confused as his friends.

Lion-O, Cheetara, Tygra, Panthro, and Snarf arrived, having already witnessed the strange light show from behind.

"Is everybody okay?" asked Lion-O.

"We're fine, Lion-O," WilyKit replied.

"The Tongue-a-Saurus, however..." WilyKat said, leaving the rest blank.

"Glomer launched some type of magic at him, and in an instant, the monster was gone," Allen said.

"That beast was the little light show we all saw," Cherie said, pointing to the direction where the Tongue-a-Saurus used to be. Everyone else looked the same way, feeling some pity over the demon's loss. Despite being one of the most dangerous creatures on Third Earth, the Tongue-a-Saurus obviously didn't deserve the fate that was given him. Cherie turned to the adult ThunderCats and asked them, "You guys saw it too, right?"

"We sure did. Snarf snarf," Snarf said. "Chances are the natives of Third Earth may've seen it as well."

"That means we're in serious trouble if anyone other than us found out it was Glomer who caused it," distressed Punky.

Glomer himself felt distressed over what he was hearing. Both Team Punky and the ThunderCats saw what he had done, and he had no control over it whatsoever, let alone understand it. He put his paws to his head, closed his eyes, and whimpered. What would his friends think of him now after this?

"What wrong with me?" he said sadly, tears forming in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Glomer," assured Allen quickly. "We can all cover this up somehow." Looking to his friends and the ThunderCats, she added, "Isn't that right, guys?"

This incident troubled the ThunderCats more than Team Punky, their expressions filled with distraught. If indeed what happened today attracted the people of Third Earth, then everyone, especially Glomer and his Team Punky and ThunderCat friends, would be in danger. Whatever were they going to do?

Lion-O, being the Lord of the ThunderCats that he was, stepped up to the plate, getting into his thinking pose. "Hmm. This mysterious phenomenon is quite troublesome. Whoever could spot that ray of light will no doubt wanna come to us for answers."

"What should we do about this, Lion-O?" asked Cheetara.

Lion-O turned to every ThunderCat present (including Snarf) and said, "We'll keep this under wraps like Allen said, until we know more about it." Then he turned to Glomer and ordered, "Glomer, until further notice, you are confined to Cat's Lair."

But Glomer's fear got the better of him already. "No!" he exclaimed, shaking his head fast. "If I going back with you, I might endangering all of you as well!"

"It's alright, Glomer," Tygra said softly. "You and your friends are safe with the ThunderCats."

"I not safe with ThunderCats nor Punky and friends," growled Glomer. He shouted out with his eyes shut, "I NOT SAFE ANYWHERE!"

He took off into the distance without a word, bewildering Team Punky and the ThunderCats.

Punky reached out with her left arm and shouted, "Glomer, come back! We can work this out!" But Glomer was already gone, faster than the speed of light. Punky looked to the ground sullenly, and Brandon, Cherie, and Allen came to her side, receiving encouraging pats from Allen and Cherie and a nudge and whine from Brandon.

"Chin up, Punky," Cherie comforted. "I'm sure Glomer'll come back to us when he's ready."

"Right now, our first priority is saving Margaux," assured Allen.

"Agreed," said Lion-O. "To the Forest of Giant Insects."

The ThunderCats gathered round. Lion-O raised his left arm in front, and in turn each ThunderCat put his/her left or right arm atop Lion-O's, with Snarf raising his tail and clasping his right paw atop the ThunderCats' hands.

"ThunderCats -" Lion-O began.

"- ho!" the other ThunderCats chorused with him.

Team Punky's eyes widened at what they just witnessed. They were quite impressed, especially with the ThunderCats' battle cry. "That's so cool," Punky, Cherie, and Allen said together, Brandon barking an affirmative.

"Excellent! Excellent!" exclaimed Mumm-Ra happily as he watched Glomer fly off in shame in the cauldron. He'd put away his staff for the time being. "Glomer has turned his back on his friends as I've planned!"

The cauldron shifted to where Glomer was headed to - the mountainside that Lion-O climbed on and that Slithe, Monkian, and Jackalman ambushed him on. It seemed that Glomer was seeking refuge from the damage he caused, and he happened upon the very place where Lion-O, Panthro, Tygra, Slithe, Jackalman, and Monkian had done battle. Glomer found a nearby cave and entered it, permanently closing himself off from the world. Next, the cauldron showed Glomer inside the cave, sitting down near the right wall in sadness.

Mumm-Ra chuckled darkly. His hold over Glomer was steadily growing. "I shall create a safe haven for the little furball, and in no time, he will be strong enough to obliterate his ThunderCat friends." He smiled, his eyes glowing briefly. "And I know just the place."

One wave from the demon priest's left hand, and the cauldron's vision changed to the junkyard that used to be the Mutants' spaceship. It was the very same ship that was instrumental in the near-destruction of Thunderiankind, and when Slithe, Jackalman, and Monkian were using it to search for a place to build Castle Plun-Darr, they happened upon Mumm-Ra's pyramid, whose power brought the ship crashing down near the onyx fortress. Mumm-Ra bade the three Mutants enter, and after both parties had met, the Mutants threatened to obliterate Mumm-Ra and his home.

However, one look into his cauldron had sank their hopes, for their ship had sank beneath the Desert of Sinking Sands. A while later, the Mutants pleaded with Mumm-Ra to bring back the ship, which he did...only it was the skeletal junk it was today, disappointing the Mutants. The bright side to that was that they retrieved the Skycutters and the Nosediver from the ship and currently used them in battle against the ThunderCats. And now, Mumm-Ra was about to turn the junkyard into a new, secret hideout for Glomer to use.

Looking up to the four animalesque statues that were his masters, he raised his arms upwards and called out, "Ancient Spirits of Evil, give me the power to reshape the wreck of the Mutants of Plun-Darr's spaceship into a fortress fit for young Glomer!"

The statues' eyes glowed red and fired a concentrated burst of energy that formed a sphere. The sphere headed for the skylight and outside the whole pyramid, colliding head-on with the wreck of the Mutants' spaceship and forming a deep crimson field around it. The wreck began to bend and warp magically, and then, it transformed into a head-shaped object that remained in shadow until the energy field dissipated. Now in the wreck's place was the stone-grey shape of a proud male Glomley's head with a handleless metallic brown door occupying its mouth. The new fortress directly faced away from the pyramid and was almost as big as the latter place.

Mumm-Ra watched it all happen from his cauldron and was quite proud of what he did. "When nighttime comes, I will lure Glomer into his new home, and the training will commence," he said. "I will make him think the Great Glomley Elder is the one training him. But first, I shall fix it so that only Glomer can enter the Desert of Sinking Sands, and that I can leave it. No one else, not even Lion-O and his minions, will be able to set foot in my territory."

Mumm-Ra raised his left hand out, and it glowed copper. He aimed it at the sky light, and the copper energy blasted forth, eclipsing the entire Desert of Sinking Sands (including the black pyramid and Glomer's new home) in the very same glow.

"There," the mummy said. "Now to recharge myself." He returned to his sarcophagus and went to sleep until the time came when he'd call Glomer to him. The crypt slid shut.

Margaux was a mess. She was still sitting where she was in the Forest of Giant Insects, feeling guilt over abandoning her friends. Yet, she couldn't bear to stay in the Forest of Silence any longer. If she did, she would've done something to her friends she'd end up regretting later. No matter how much it pained her, she felt that Punky and the others would be better off without her, that she may have ruined her friendship with them for good.

She found herself thinking back on her life back on First Earth. She thought about her family - her parents, her little brother Bradford, and her Uncle Benjamin. Her parents had been grooming her and Bradford to take over the family business, teaching them everything they needed to know about the business world, while Benjamin - who was also Margaux's father's cousin - was in charge of the rent for Henry's apartment building. The Kramer clan had one rule: friendship and money did not mix.

That all changed for Margaux when she met Allen first and later Punky, Cherie, and Brandon. Glomer came along much later, and soon the roster of Team Punky was complete. That didn't mean Margaux would sacrifice her pride, for most of her parents' teachings remained part of her personality. She could be bratty at times, but deep down she truly cared about Punky and the others. She smiled at her reminiscing; she and them really had come a long way since the day they met.

"Maybe, just maybe," she said to herself, her voice slightly cracking, "friendship and money can work out, if they're used wisely." Then she wiped her tears and put on a stern face and looked up to the forest, declaring with a stronger voice, "But if anybody messes around with me money-wise, there's gonna be heck to pay."

Just then, she heard the sound of buzzing nearby. She got up and looked around to see if any bugs existed in the forest. Two giant shadows leered over her. She got a tingling feeling that compelled her to turn around...and what she saw made her eyes widen and her face go pale. There were two male dragonfly-like beings dressed in silver dragonfly armor with tubes attached to their helmets (which had glassy yellow eyes on top), their stern faces and amazingly-muscular arms being dark grey and their eyes, dragonfly-shaped legs, and tails being green. They were called Stingers, a race of Second Earth beings who were created by scientists to prove a theory about half-humanoid/half-animal beings populating the planet. But soon the Stingers took on a life of their own and opposed humankind's ways. It was their ability to persevere that let them survive Second Earth's reincarnation to Third Earth.

Margaux screamed a scream that echoed all around the forest. She ran from the two Stingers as quickly as she could, but they caught up with her, their wings having a speed that nearly rivaled Cheetara's. They grabbed her by the arms and lifted her up. She struggled to get free, grunting, but their grip was strong.

"Let me go, you ugly curs!" she shouted. "I said, LET! ME! GO!"

The first Stinger looked at her and told her in a deep, raspy voice, "We cannot do that. All who trespass in the Forest of Giant Insects shall be dealt with immediately."

The second Stinger said in a royal-like tone, "We're taking you to our mother the queen, where you'll face judgment...and perish." He added those last two words with malice, frightening Margaux.

"J-j-judgement?" she sputtered out.

"Not on our watch!" came Lion-O's voice loudly, stunning Margaux and the Stingers. What followed was a blue triple-streamed laser shooting the second Stinger in the stomach. He yelled briefly and let go of Margaux.

"Brother!" shouted the first Stinger. His distraction proved to be a mistake, for that same laser shot him in the face. He too cried out briefly, and was forced to lose his grip on Margaux and reflexively fling the girl in the air while covering is face. Margaux yelped as a blue whip with three red bolas wrapped itself around her torso and pulled her into someone's grip. It was Tygra who caught her with his left arm as the ThunderTank had arrived on the scene with Lion-O manning the tank's trademark, triple-barreled cannon, and Cheetara, the ThunderKittens, Margaux's friends, Snarf, and Panthro also in the tank. Lion-O, Cheetara, and Panthro joined Tygra to support him.

The second Stinger, rubbing his stomach, noticed the ThunderCats' presence, and he felt disgusted over their interference. The first Stinger uncovered his non-damaged face, pure anger radiating from him over the one that struck him and his brother.

"Tygra!" Margaux exclaimed with relief, looking at the ThunderCat architect. Tygra let her down, loosened his whip on her, and wrapped it in a circle.

"Hello, Margaux," he said gracefully to the girl.

"Thank Jaga we found you," said Cheetara. "We heard your scream on our way here."

"Your friends are waiting for you over at the ThunderTank," Panthro reminded Margaux, pointing to where the tank was with Snarf, the ThunderKittens, and Margaux's friends, sans Glomer, waving. Punky, Brandon, Cherie, Allen, and the ThunderKittens were in the tank's open hatch while Snarf was now in the driver's seat.

Margaux picked up the lower left-and-right sides of her dress and curtsied to her saviors. "Thank you," she said humbly, and she hurried off to the tank to join her friends. Snarf operated the tank's controls and pulled it back so that Lion-O and the others would do their job.

"Who are you, and what right have you to abduct that little girl?" demanded Lion-O of the Stingers.

The two dragonflies floated downward to face the ThunderCats. "We are the Stingers, guardians of this forest," the first one introduced. "Humankind has always been our enemy ever since the years of Second Earth."

The second one explained, "When they created the entire Stinger race, their intention was to control us, make us their personal science experiments. What they failed to learn is that we developed our own free will. So we severed ties with them, and survived Second Earth's reincarnation into Third Earth."

"As tragic as that sounds, it doesn't excuse your abduction of the girl," said Cheetara boldly.

"We have a right to defend ourselves," the first Stinger hotly stated. "That girl you sent away must be punished, and if you stop us, you, too, will suffer."

"We will not allow this," said Tygra, referring to himself and his fellow ThunderCats. "We value life, especially a human's."

"Then you've dug your own graves," said the second Stinger. He and his brother turned the dials on the backs of their armor, and they closed their eyes and clenched their teeth and fists tightly, their helmets' yellow eyes glowing.

The Eye of Thundera in the Sword of Omens' hilt woke up and growled, warning Lion-O and the ThunderCats of the danger the Stingers posed. "Get ready for a fight, 'Cats," he reminded his fellows.

When they finally opened their eyes, the Stingers' faces and arms underwent a quick transform - now they were just as green as the rest of their bodies. Their eyes were red instead of green, they had fangs on their teeth, they had single spikes on their elbows, and their hands, previously five-fingered, were four-fingered and had claws. They were both wholly dragonfly instead of half dragonfly now. They hissed in pure dragonfly fashion, their heavy lizard-esque tongues wiggling. This shocked the ThunderCats, as they had never encountered these beings before when they last visited the Forest of Giant Insects; their first time in said forest was when Cat's Lair was in danger of being destroyed by the ultrasolvic liquids of Acid Lake, and they needed a piece of sponge fog from the Pass of the Rockmen to neutralize the acid.

Getting over their shock, Lion-O and his team brought themselves back to the present. They had no choice but to fight the Stingers. "Okay then, you overgrown bed bugs," Panthro spat as he drew his nunchuks from out of nowhere, Lion-O unsheathed the Sword of Omens - the Eye of Thundera still awake - and Cheetara got out her staff, which shifted from baton mode. "If this is how you wanna play it..."

Over at the ThunderTank, WilyKit, WilyKat, Snarf, and Team Punky were watching from the sidelines, having heard everything. They, too, had witnessed the Stingers' strange transformation.

"Snyearf. It looks like those Stingers mean business," Snarf said.

"For them to hold a grudge against humanity for years is so sad," lamented Cherie, taking pity on the Stingers. Brandon agreed with her, whimpering as his heart ached for the two dragonfly humanoids.

"What about the locals on Third Earth who aren't human? What do these Stingers think of them?" Margaux wondered.

"I don't think we'll ever know the answer to that one, Margaux," responded Punky.

"I sure hope Lion-O and the others know what they're doing," said a worried Allen.

"Oh, don't fret, Allen," encouraged WilyKat. "A ThunderCat pulls through even the toughest of situations."

"That's right," WilyKit agreed. She said to all five members of Team Punky, "You've seen what WilyKat and I can do, so now you'll see what Lion-O and the others can do."

The twins' words lifted Team Punky's spirits, and so they decided to trust the twins' judgment.

"Okay, ThunderKittens," said Punky. "We believe you." Everyone in the ThunderTank resumed watching the adult ThunderCats and the Stingers.

Then Margaux gasped in surprise. It never occurred to her who was missing from the group. She asked the others, "Has anyone seen Glomer?"

There was no point in hiding the truth from Margaux, so Snarf, the ThunderKittens, and Margaux's friends explained the situation with Glomer in full detail. After that, Margaux said with worry, "Golly. I hope Glomer's doing alright, wherever he is."

"We hope so, too, Margaux," said Punky, placing a hand on Margaux's right shoulder.

The battle between the Stingers and the ThunderCats ensued immediately. The Stingers took to the air on their wings, determined to knock some sense into their opponents. The ThunderCats were equally prepared as they had their weapons out. Lion-O felt the Sword of Omens' power coursing through him as it awaited a command from him. One look at the sword and a brief golden glow from Lion-O's eyes were all the mystical weapon needed.

Lion-O held the sword into the air and shouted, "Ho!" The Eye of Thundera's power eclipsed it and the entire Sword of Omens in a white glow. The sword's blade and hilt slightly extended, and the upper halves of its crossbars curled. The glow faded, and the sword now sported a new look - its blade was silver instead of white, the Eye of Thundera's colors (red for the jewel and white for the pupil) were exactly like whenever it warned Lion-O of danger and gave him sight beyond sight, and the sword's hilt was gold instead of silver. The eye gave off a supernatural flash that extended all the way to the sword's blade and ended with a ding. Lion-O held the sword in front of the Stingers with both hands.

The Stingers charged toward the ThunderCats, who merely leaped and jumped onto their opponents' armored backs and back onto the ground. But the Stingers wouldn't give up so willingly. They pressed the buttons in the middle of their armor, and the eyes of their helmets glowed and fired deadly lasers at the ThunderCats. But Lion-O and Panthro swung their weapons around, and energy fields generated in front of them, shielding all four ThunderCats from the lasers, which bounced off the fields like yesterday's news and launched into the faraway regions of Third Earth.

This gave Cheetara and Tygra the opening they needed. They went to the backs of the Stingers (Cheetara using her super-speed) and let them have it. First up was Cheetara, who extended her staff further and whacked the second Stinger in the legs, knocking him over. He landed with a grunt. However, he managed to swing his right clawed hand at Cheetara, ripping a piece of her suit from the stomach up, leaving scratch marks. She yelped, dropping her staff, which became regular again.

"Cheap shot, Stinger," she snarled.

Next, Tygra wrapped his whip around the first Stinger's right arm and tugged him hard. The Stinger turned to face Tygra, who pressed the button on his whip's handle to activate the whip's shockwave technique, which consisted of a series of energy-like arrows. The Stinger felt his whole body rattle from the effect. He closed his eyes and growled in pain. He fell to one knee as the pain continued. Tygra released his hold on him and jumped/backflipped, and when the ThunderCat architect wrapped his whip around himself, he turned invisible, leaving the Stinger disoriented.

The ThunderTank's bystanders still observed everything from afar.

"Holy Macanoli. That's some battle," breathed Punky with excitement. Brandon barked twice, and was just as impressed with Lion-O and the other adult ThunderCats.

"Agreed," said Margaux with a nod.

"And did you guys see Tygra turning invisible like that with just his whip?" added Allen, to which everyone nodded.

"The ThunderCats' weapons are definitely not ordinary," commented Cherie. She and the rest of Team Punky (including Glomer before his untimely departure) had been taught during the Cat's Lair tour what the ThunderCats' signature weapons could do and what they were about, most of all the Sword of Omens and Claw Shield. The sword, as interated, would never be used for evil, and the Eye of Thundera within the sword's hilt, as added, was the ThunderCats' energy source, for to destroy the eye was to destroy the ThunderCats themselves.

"ThunderCat weapons usually aren't," chimed in WilyKit.

"WilyKit and I are tricksters by nature, so the gimmicks we have aren't ordinary either," explained WilyKat.

"I'm sorry I never got to see the both of you in action against that Tongue-a-Saurus demon," Margaux lamented.

"Reowr. Don't you worry about a thing, Margaux," encouraged Snarf. "You and your friends are getting to see the adult ThunderCats in action. That should be more than enough."

"Yeah," agreed Margaux. "You're right, Snarf. It is more than enough."

"The ThunderCats have their very own battle cry, too, just like Punky does," added Cherie.

"What is it?"

Punky, Allen, and Cherie raised their left arms in the air and exclaimed excitedly, "ThunderCats, ho!" Brandon howled out the ThunderCats' battle cry.

"That's...that's incredible," Margaux said enthusiastically as she and the others resumed watching the battle.

"Most definitely," Allen said, nodding.

With Tygra seemingly nowhere to be found, Lion-O, Cheetara, and Panthro continued the fight with the Stingers. They had hope that Tygra would spring up at the right time. The second Stinger took to the sky fully this time, preparing for some kind of attack.

"What do you suppose they're doing?" Cheetara asked her friends.

"I've no idea, Cheetara," replied Panthro, "but it sure looks like trouble."

"Look sharp, ThunderCats," Lion-O declared, raising his sword in the air with both hands.

When next the second Stinger touched his button, he turned his back and aimed his tail at the ThunderCats. A reddish-brown laser bolt fired from the tail, intent on taking care of both Stingers' foes for good. However, Lion-O slashed his sword in a glowing blue arc, sending out an energy wave that cancelled out the second Stinger's attack while at the same time creating a light show that both sides covered their eyes from. The light show died down, and Panthro swung his nunchuks and shot sparkles from the blue half at the second Stinger that exploded on impact, bringing the dragonfly back down to earth with a huge thud.

But still the Stingers would not admit defeat. The second one got back up like a true professional in spite of being slightly covered in smoke, and the first one finally recovered from the attack from Tygra's whip.

"These huge pests just don't give up, do they?" half-joked Cheetara.

"Nope, but neither does a ThunderCat," Panthro said with a smirk.

Lion-O raised the Sword of Omens in the air yet again. "For Thundera, and for Third Earth!" he exclaimed proudly, the Eye of Thundera's pupil waking and growling in response to Lion-O's call. He, Cheetara, and Panthro aimed their weapons at the Stingers, and lasers (gold for Cheetara, blue for Lion-O, and white for Panthro) came pouring out in a straight line and toward the giant creatures, who each clasped a single hand together to deflect the blasts. The blasts turned into a large lilac sphere, and the Stingers raised it into the air and sent it straight at the three ThunderCats.

"Scatter!" called out Lion-O as he and his friends did just that in true cat-like fashion. The ground they used to be on exploded from the sphere's impact. The ThunderCats regrouped near the back of the bushes and still held their ground toward the Stingers, who were now determined to defeat their feline enemies.

The Stingers turned toward Lion-O and friends, but before they could attack, the first Stinger was being tugged by an invisible force, as if his back was stuck on something. He grunted angrily as he reached out with his hands to pull the invisible force off of his back. But, the force's grip was solid, and it didn't show any signs of letting go.

The ThunderCats suspected what - more precisely, who - was giving the first Stinger trouble. Way to go, Tygra, they cheered mentally.

The invisible force now recognized as Tygra used every ounce of his strength to knock the first Stinger into his brother, which worked. Luckily the Stingers wore their helmets, so their skulls remained intact. They did, however, feel somewhat rattled by Tygra's brute force. Tygra turned visible again in front of his fellow ThunderCats, having already retracted his whip.

"Haha! That was just for show," he said with pride, joining the ThunderCats.

"What say we finish this up before the Stingers recover and possibly call for reinforcements?" offered Cheetara. "We don't wanna keep the others waiting all day."

"I couldn't agree more, Cheetara," said Lion-O gladly. He held the Sword of Omens in front of the Stingers. The Eye of Thundera's pupil glowed and closed, allowing the blank red jewel to glow itself. "HOOOOO!" he shouted, and the eye fired a huge concentrated burst of crimson energy that stunned both Stingers, further destabilizing their balance. They fell to the ground unconscious, causing a small tremor. The Eye of Thundera's pupil immediately returned following the energy blast.

Lion-O, feeling fatigued a little from the bond between him and the Sword of Omens, laid the weapon down as it changed back to dagger mode in that same white glow. The sword's blade, the Eye of Thundera, and the sword's hilt were back to normal. Lion-O sheathed the weapon.

"When the Stingers wake up, their mother probably won't be too happy with them," Panthro surmised.

"Let's all get back to Cat's Lair," Tygra said. "We could use some food to keep up our strength."

Cheetara turned her staff back into a baton and put it back on her gauntlet while Tygra and Panthro put away their own weapons (Panthro stashing his nunchuks on his belt). Lion-O led the way back to the ThunderTank, and the other three ThunderCats followed him.

The drive back to Cat's Lair was mostly talkative after everyone stopped to drink some fresh, untainted river water. Punky explained to the ThunderCats that wandering too far had been her idea and that she immediately regretted it. Cherie added that whatever punishment the ThunderCats had in mind for Team Punky, they deserved. Although the ThunderCats were upset that the kids veered off course, they held no ill will, as Punky and her allies were still relative newcomers. Lion-O assured them that they would explore more of Third Earth, on the condition that they be supervised at all times. That was something Team Punky could live with.

When the ThunderTank finally made it back to the lair, everyone saw the fortress's still-open paws in near-perfect condition and was surprised to see the Berbils standing to attention. Not only that, but nine more people were at the lair, having taken notice of Team Punky and the ThunderCats' return. Near the door stood Nayda, Willa, and Tessa, while near the stairs the Bolkins known as Bundun and Hurrick flanked the left side, Snowman and his steed Snowmeow were in the middle, and the Unicorn Keepers flanked the right. It seemed pretty urgent for these four teams to come to the ThunderCats' aid.

This was Team Punky's first time noticing locals other than the Berbils. One by one, they looked over the three barefoot women by the door (each of them dressed differently), and by the steps they saw the two sheep-like beings (also dressed differently), the winter-clothed Bigfoot-like man sitting stop his ginger-eyed, blue-and-white snow cat (his black saddle having two four-spiked suspenders), and the elderly couple with pink stars on their foreheads dressed in lilac kimono-type wear, carrying wooden staffs with gold crescent tips. The nine visitors looked back at the ThunderCats' new allies in awe.

"Who're these guys, Lion-O?" asked Punky, pointing at the new locals.

"These are the Warrior Maidens, the Bolkins, Snowman and Snowmeow, and the Unicorn Keepers," answered Lion-O. "Snowman and Snowmeow come from a place of snow called Hook Mountain."

"I wonder what they all want?" said Allen.

"This is a matter only for the ThunderCats to solve," Tygra said to Team Punky. "The rest of you can wait in the tank until this is over."

"No problem, Tygra," Cherie agreed. She and her friends took their seats, Brandon resting on the floor.

All seven ThunderCats got out of the tank and greeted the new arrivals. The three Warrior Maidens, being one with the jungle, sprinted downward to join some of the other Third Earthers.

Once the ThunderCats and Third Earthers faced each other, Lion-O spoke first. "Welcome, friends. So what brings you all to Cat's Lair?"

"We have seen a mysterious ray of light that shot directly into space," Snowman explained, Snowmeow growling in agreement. "It was very strange, as if the fates were warning us about something."

"And we were wondering if you could tell us about it," added Willa.

The ThunderCats knew at some point that they would have to protect Glomer's secret. A light show such as his would attract even a passerby. For Third Earthlings to take notice of it immediately simply meant that trouble would be afoot. As devoted servants of the Code of Thundera, the ThunderCats were sworn to uphold all that was good. But sometimes, even the truth could be bent a little, so long as it didn't get out of hand.

"That, um...was my fault," Lion-O said, putting his left hand behind his hair and feigning embarrassment.

"You, Lord Lion-O?" said the female Unicorn Keeper in shock.

"It was you who caused that brief light?" asked her husband equally, pointing to Lion-O.

Tygra joined in. "We ThunderCats have been doing target practice. It's always important to stay in shape, especially when fighting the forces of darkness."

"Our work on fixing up Cat's Lair got a little boring, so we needed to keep our skills sharp," added Panthro. "You could say that, today, one of us got carried away."

"What did you do to create that beam?" asked Hurrick.

Cheetara replied, "Lion-O summoned the power of the Sword of Omens, and it was so huge that the rest of us got out of the way. Lion-O could've killed himself pouring his heart and soul into the sword's power. It took some convincing on our part to bring him back to reality."

"And I, for one, am grateful for it," said Lion-O.

"That's right," Snarf chimed in. "Lion-O has the ThunderCats looking out for him. Snarf snarf."

The locals seemed to buy the ThunderCats' explanation, simply nodding their heads.

Bundan asked the ThunderCats, changing the subject, "We felt a small tremor coming from the Forest of Giant Insects. Do any of you know what caused that?"

"We fought a couple of giant creatures called Stingers on our way back here," WilyKit replied. "We told some new friends not to wander too far, but the adventurers in them wouldn't say no."

"Luckily we rescued them from the Stingers' grip," continued WilyKat for his sister, and he pointed to the ThunderTank. "They're safe with us."

"Yes," said Nayda. "The Berbils told us about your new friends." Although in reality Tessa told her and Willa about Team Punky, all three maidens kept quiet about Tessa spying on the children. They would've been at odds with the ThunderCats for withholding this information, just as the ThunderCats withheld information about Glomer. Even loyalty, which was also a vital part of the ThunderCats' code, had limits.

Tessa asked, "May we see them please?"

"Sure thing," replied Lion-O. He and the ThunderCats led the nine visitors to where Team Punky was holed up in the tank, Snowman getting off Snowmeow. What they all saw was completely unexpected - Punky, Margaux, Cherie, Allen, and Brandon instantly fell asleep. Today's adventure had pretty much wore them out. They were a great team, yet they were still just children.

Panthro amusingly whispered, "Well, whadya know? They've conked out."

The Bolkins, Unicorn Keepers, Warrior Maidens, Snowman, and Snowmeow saw no sign of the gopher creature that always hung out with Team Punky.

"Where is the one called Glomer?" asked Bundun.

"I'm afraid he's not here right now," Tygra replied. "But he'll return when he's ready. You can be sure of it."

"He would've loved to see a few more locals in action," Cheetara said.

"Reowr. The remainder of Punky's crew is exhausted after today, so we should get them to the guest rooms," informed Snarf.

"I agree with you, Snarf," said Lion-O. He said to the nine locals, "Thank all of you for stopping by here. It means a lot to the ThunderCats, and especially to me."

"The pleasure is all ours, Lion-O," said the female Unicorn Keeper generously.

It was now twilight, and the ThunderCats had gathered together in the control room, with Lion-O, Panthro, Cheetara, and Tygra sitting at the control boards, the ThunderKittens standing, and Snarf resting on the floor. The Berbils decided to call it a day and return to their village with the promise that they would continue helping the ThunderCats repair the lair, and Team Punky was currently sleeping in their respective guest rooms. Today was eventful if not outright sullen; Punky and her friends were still new to Third Earth, and already they were starting to make headlines across the planet. The ThunderCats were treading as lightly as possible with the newcomers, however as Cheetara said to Lion-O, some things were beyond one's control.

"It's been quite the day, hasn't it, ThunderCats?" Tygra began.

"You bet it was," said Panthro next.

"Punky and her allies, in their own way, are individuals who're struggling with being in our dimension," Cheetara mused. "They may do things differently where they come from, but Third Earth is brand-new territory for them. So much is happening for them all at once," she concluded, shaking her head.

"I actually feel terrible that we let Glomer leave," lamented Snarf. "He seemed to be the most interesting and peculiar creature we've ever met."

"Wherever he is, I sure hope he's safe," WilyKit said.

"I hope so as well, Kit," agreed WilyKat. "It was tough for us to cover up what he did, but in my heart, I know it was right."

"It just doesn't make sense," Lion-O pondered. "Glomer's magic shouldn't be that powerful. Something like this is usually worth investigating, but we also don't wanna alienate our new friends."

"I don't wanna be the one to admit this," Tygra said resigningly, "but I believe those kids are changing our lives. It's as if they and us were fated to meet."

"I give them credit for toughing it out so far," said Cheetara in admiration. "When you look back at our latest battle with the Mutants, Punky's crew is pretty smart."

"Thank Jaga for that. Snarf," Snarf agreed a little more cheerfully.

"It does feel good to relate to kids like Kat and I," said Kit.

Kat said, "I second that."

"Like Tygra said, Punky's crew is changing our lives," Panthro interated.

"Each day seems to get better for us as long as they're here," said Lion-O peacefully. "We should make the most of our time with them."

Tygra asked, "Should we instruct them about the places on Third Earth that're safe and unsafe for them to be in, Lion-O?"

"I don't see why not," replied Lion-O. "The first thing they should be instructed on is the root of our Third Earth adventures."

"The crash site of our royal flagship, right?" Cheetara said, catching Lion-O's drift.

"Yes," the young lord said, nodding. "We begin tomorrow."

"One of us needs to take them there while the rest of us finish repairing the lair," cautioned Snarf to the adult ThunderCats. "Which one of you is the volunteer?"

"I am, friend Snarf," Panthro said gracefully. "I think an aerial tour of this planet is just what those kids need to better understand how it works."

Lion-O came to Panthro and patted him on the left shoulder. "Thanks, Panthro," he said with a smile. "I know you'll make us proud."

"Let's all of us get something to eat and drink and turn in then," suggested Tygra. "We have much work to do tomorrow."

"Can't argue with you there," Snarf said, and he yawned. "I most definitely deserve a catnap."

One by one, the ThunderCats headed to the kitchen for a late-night snack, and then they would get a good night's rest. They would definitely need their strength for tomorrow.

The time came at last. Mumm-Ra had once again woke up from his sarcophagus to perform his job. He was now near his cauldron, and he already had out his staff. This was the moment for him - the moment where he would fully turn Glomer into a servant of darkness. With a single wave of his left arm, the cauldron showed a sleeping, floating Glomer inside his cave with his blanket. The young Glomley was in a vulnerable state, the day's events leaving him distraught. This was Mumm-Ra's chance to strike!

"Haha. I have Glomer right where I want him," the demon priest gloated. He held the staff near the Glomer image, the bull tip's sockets glowed lilac briefly as the entire weapon became one with its master's thoughts. He pictured the Great Glomley Elder's image, and the staff delivered on that image by transferring it to Glomer's mind so that it felt and looked real to Glomer himself. "It is done," concluded Mumm-Ra. Now he could leave the rest up to Glomer.

Glomer was sleeping peacefully for the first time since he "killed" the Tongue-a-Saurus. His inner turmoil had tired him out greatly, and for a little while, it seemed as if nothing and no one had bothered him, not even Team Punky and the ThunderCats. He was literally sleeping like a baby.


He stirred as the Great Glomley Elder's voice echoed in his ears. There was no way the Elder would contact him at a time like this, unless he was imagining things.

Oh, Glomer?

There it was again - that voice! And again, Glomer stirred. He was fighting to keep his sanity in check, determined not to let anything or anyone disturb his sleep.


He was scared awake, fumbling as the voice shouted his name. He landed flat on the ground and shook himself off. He folded up his blanket and put it away, angry that his rest had been denied. He turned to face his annoyer when, all of a sudden, the spiritual image of the Great Glomley Elder appeared. Glomer was shocked to see him, his anger slowly evaporating. The Elder smiled softly at his protégé. So it really was him who woke Glomer up from his sleep. Glomer felt embarrassed to have doubted his teacher's presence, so he came closer to the Elder and kneeled before him on both knees.

"Great Glomley Elder, what you doing here in middle of night?" he asked, his eyes filled with hope.

I having special mission for you, Glomer, replied the Elder as he pointed to the younger Glomley. It involving mastering your magic.

"But, I not very good with my magic," objected Glomer. "You not see what I did with Tongue-a-Saurus monster."

I watching everything you do, even with human friend you call Punky. In spite of your struggles, you always managing to pull through. You much tougher than you look.

Glomer stood up and smiled at the Elder's praise. Despite any mistake he made, he was still in one piece. "Thanking you, Elder," he said humbly. Then he asked confidently, "What this mission you having for me?"

I forseen that darkness will be befalling world you and your friends living in, the Elder said in a brooding tone. You must coming with me to a special place.

"Where that be?"

The Elder's eyes glowed white, and they projected an image of the place Glomer was meant to go - a carved image of a proud male Glomley with only a handleless door serving as the mouth. It was located in a desert of gray sand.

"Oooooh," Glomer said in awe.

The image faded, along with the Elder's eyes returning to normal. By concentrating on that very spot, he instructed Glomer, you be transported there in no time.

"Okay, Elder. If you insisting." Glomer closed his eyes and concentrated on the very image that the Elder showed him. It popped up in his mind, and in an instant he teleported himself there.

The image of the Great Glomley Elder smiled wickedly, his eyes briefly glowing red. It was a sign that Mumm-Ra's siring of Glomer was working flawlessly. Everything was falling into place. Soon, very soon, Mumm-Ra would have the perfect weapon to use against the ThunderCats.

Punky Brewster/ThunderCats: Punks of Thunder
Chapter Notes: This is a longer chapter than the previous six, and three of them merely had 8,000-something words. Tune in next time as Mumm-Ra takes further advantage of Glomer, Panthro gives Team Punky an aerial tour of Third Earth, and Team Punky gets new uniforms. The Ring of Foresight, a creation of mine for Glomer, is similar to the Sword of Omens' sight beyond sight, except Glomer commands the ring by thought The Tongue-a-Saurus and the Stinger were created exclusively for LJN's ThunderCats line of toys. The Tongue-a-Saurus appeared in the season-two episode "Time Switch" while the Stinger appeared in the storyline "Past Perils" from the 1989 Marvel UK ThunderCats Annual; that storyline and my own feature an entire race of Stingers dominating Third Earth. My portrayal of said race is a fusion of their LJN and Marvel UK versions with a dash of Batman villain Bane.

Cherie's parents were killed in a car accident in an episode of Punky Brewster from the syndicated third season called "The Anniversary," and Allen's feelings for Cherie are canon in the Punky universe. The wreck of the Mutants' old spaceship that appears alongside Mumm-Ra's pyramid in the ThunderCats end credits was originally whole when the Mutants piloted it; upon discovering the pyramid, the ship was knocked down by the pyramid's power, sinking into the sands while the Mutants survived it, only for Mumm-Ra to raise it back up as a junkyard. In the first-season Punky episode "Yes, Punky, There is a Santa Claus," Margaux mentions having a little brother named Bradford and never does mention him again throughout the rest of the series, though in my story, he exists. Margaux's father Elroy appears in another first-season episode titled "Parent's Night," but in the final syndicated season, Elroy was retconned as Benjamin J. Kramer in the episode "No, No, We Won't Go." In my headcanon, Elroy and Benjamin are cousins and Benjamin is Margaux's uncle.

In the season-one ThunderCats episode "The Mountain," three ThunderCats (Lion-O, Panthro, and Tygra) and three Mutants (Slithe, Jackalman, and Monkian) fought each other on an actual mountain. In another season-one episode, "Return of the Driller," the ThunderCats learned that the ultrasolvic fluids of Acid Lake would destroy Cat's Lair, so they set out to cut a huge section of sponge fog from the Pass of the Rockmen and towed it back to save the lair. The Sword of Omens' new look in the Stinger fight combines the Rubie's and LJN versions of the sword, the sword's curled upper crossbars at the end of the season-one finale "Fond Memories" and the end of the season-two episode "Ravage Island," and the colors of the sword's hilt and the Eye of Thundera in Marvel's ThunderCats canon. I referenced a line Cheetara said to Lion-O in "The Garden of Delights" about not controlling everything.

PUNKS OF THUNDER: © 2015 Philip Gipson.

PUNKY BREWSTER: TM & © NBCUniversal, Inc.
THUNDERCATS: TM & © Warner Bros. Entertainment, Inc. and Ted Wolf.


The sun rose on the still-damaged Cat's Lair, the piece of its damaged ion cannon still resting below. With all that was happening, today would be a great day to restore the place to its original state. The Nosediver and Vultureman's flying machine were nowhere near the lair, and neither were the Skycutters in the forest - it was all the result of Vultureman using a teleportation device that wasn't his blaster. The Cat's Lair, the very fortress that was modelled after the one on Thundera, had been designed by Tygra and built with the help of the Berbils, who, like the ThunderCats, hailed from another world, except the Berbils never knew warfare. They were the very first species the ThunderCats had encountered, and after Lion-O and his friends fought off the Trollogs and Giantors, the relationship between the ThunderCats and Berbils grew, and both parties had kept in touch ever since. The ThunderCats even found the Berbils' food harvests to be pretty fascinating and delicious, which was why they made drinks and some foods out of the Berbils' fruits with their consent.

In Punky, Glomer, and Brandon's guest room, Punky was the first to wake up. She was half asleep when she did, and the first thing she did was yawn with her left hand over her mouth. She sat up and stretched out her arms. Apparently she had a really good sleep. Next, Glomer awoke, and he folded his blanket like he always did and put it in his left pouch. Brandon was the last to wake up, and he jumped up onto Punky's bed and barked happily in front of her.

"Okay, Brandon, I'm up," she giggled, rubbing her eyes softly.

"Should I waking up others?" asked Glomer.

"No, Glomer," replied Punky. "I think they're capable of waking up themselves." She took the time to smell herself over, and when she did, she cringed reflexively. "We haven't cleaned ourselves up in two days," she said. "And we don't have any pajamas to wear either." She looked at her backpack. "At least we have our toothbrushes and mini-toothpaste packs stored inside." She looked at Brandon and gave him a smile. "I especially have the toothbrush for you that Henry bought."

Brandon barked happily at that.

Punky continued, "I'll have to ask the ThunderCats if they'll be able to make you, Glomer, Cherie, Allen, Margaux, and I custom outfits and pajamas."

"That probably being tall order," Glomer surmised. "ThunderCats said they having built Cat's Lair with help from Berbil people of planet Ro-Bear."

"I know. And it was all Tygra's idea, too. Still, it shouldn't hurt to ask them for new clothes. We should all go eat us some breakfast. Agreed?"

Brandon and Glomer nodded a yes. Punky got up from her bed and headed out the door, with Glomer and Brandon following her.

Everyone was in the dining room as usual feasting on breakfast. There were cut-up, syruped pancakes, scrambled eggs, and patty-shaped sausage on the ThunderCats' plates, all which were First Earth delicacies. For Punky and pals, they were the ones eating oatmeal. The ThunderCats had candyfruit juice while Team Punky had water. Yesterday had been a pretty interesting day for both parties, for they managed to best the entire Mutant army. Team Punky honestly felt proud to have contributed in some way to the ThunderCat-Mutant war, and they were lucky to have survived it. They hoped that nothing would go wrong for them today.

Punky picked the perfect time to ask the ThunderCats, "Is there any way for you guys to make new clothes for my friends and I? You know...uniforms by day, pajamas by night?"

Tygra replied, "We're already on it. I don't believe you'll get anywhere on Third Earth with the clothes you have on now."

"We'll make sure that your new clothes are enjoyable, too," added in Panthro with a smile.

"And also, we haven't cleaned ourselves up in two days," interjected Margaux. "Do you have any shampoo and soap that we can use?"

"Sure, we do, Margaux," Cheetara replied. "We made sure to bring all our belongings from Thundera. That especially goes for the two things you mentioned."

"We have our mini-toothpaste packs and toothbrushes stored in our backpacks, so we're in the clear on those," Allen stated.

Cherie asked, "Will you ThunderCats be able to fix Cat's Lair today?"

"Indeed," answered Lion-O. "We won't be doing it alone, though; we'll need the Berbils' help."

"And in meantime, we all be getting to know each other better," Glomer beamed, remembering what he and his friends were told.

WilyKat and WilyKit gave the Glomley a thumbs up each. "Right on!" they exclaimed proudly.

"Snarf snarf. I think this day could turn out more interesting than yesterday, you know," said a hopeful Snarf. Brandon barked in agreement.

"Let's hope so, Snarf," Panthro said, nodding. "There's a lot for all of us to do."

"And Punky," informed Lion-O, "you and your friends will also be getting to know the natives of this planet."

"So far you mentioned the Berbils, the Warrior Maidens, and the Unicorn Keepers," said Punky.

"There are plenty more people besides those three, some you should steer clear from," included Cheetara. "Still, everybody here in Cat's Lair should understand each other first."

"Agreed, Cheetara," Tygra said. "Let's all finish up our breakfast and make the rest of today special."

"Fine by us," replied Kat.

"Totally," said Kit.

Glomer asked the ThunderCats directly, "Is it being alright if I training outside?"

"Well, whatever for, Glomer?" Tygra inquired.

Once again, Glomer thought about his dream. The Great Glomley Elder's warning was crystal clear, so clear that Glomer ingrained it into his head. So, remembering his promise to the Elder, Glomer chose to lie to all of his friends, floating upwards to face the ThunderCats. "Battle with Mutants yesterday getting Glomer pumped. Glomer just needing to blow off steam."

No one on both teams seemed to be aware that Glomer was lying to them out of a desire to protect Chaundoon from destruction. He was glad for that inwardly. He refused to have blood on his hands. He looked over all the ThunderCats, waiting anxiously for an answer.

After the brief silence, Panthro replied to Glomer, "Sure thing, kid. Would you like the ThunderCats' help?"

"No thanking you, Panthro friend," the Glomley said. "This be something Glomer working out for himself."

"Well, okay. But don't hesitate to call on us if there's trouble. And don't stay away too long."

"You bet." Glomer nodded. He floated back to his oatmeal and finished eating it.

"Is everybody clear on who they're assigned to?" asked Lion-O. The other ThunderCats and Team Punky nodded a yes. Lion-O smiled. "That's good. We need the extra time on our hands to make Punky and friends feel as welcome to Third Earth as possible."

The hearts and minds of the latter group were uplifted by Lion-O's words, and they managed small smiles. The ThunderCats returned the favor. Somehow, in some way, the two groups were beginning to trust one another even more. That in turn would bring all of them closer. As long as they were under the same roof, that was all that mattered.

It was now afternoon, and the Berbils, led by Ro-Ber-Bill and Ro-Ber-Belle, would be coming to Cat's Lair at the ThunderCats' request to fix the place up. The ThunderCats themselves would be contributing to the repairs since they always made sure the lair remained functional. Lion-O and his crew brought Team Punky (Punky and Allen had on their vests, and they, Margaux, and Cherie all had on their shoes) outside so the latter group could finally see what the lair looked like - a gigantic black, red-eyed, open-mouthed cat wearing a white shirt and resting on two metallic dark-grey paws. On the lair's shoulders were single spikes. The ThunderCat symbol on the lair's chest was not present at the moment, but that problem would be easily rectified. Team Punky was impressed at the design of the lair despite its wreckage, as it was quite reminiscent of a sphinx.

"So that's what the Cat's Lair looks like," Punky said. "You ThunderCats weren't kidding when you said it looks like a cat."

"The design was my idea, and with the Berbils' help, we were able to bring the lair to life," Tygra explained.

Team Punky turned to face the ThunderCats. "That's awesome," Allen said gleefully.

Brandon turned to see the damaged piece of Panthro's ion cannon resting beneath the lair. He raised a paw to the cannon, whimpering.

Panthro took notice of this and assured the dog, "Oh, don't worry, Brandon. I believe the ion cannon is salvageable. It'll be less powerful, but I'll make it work somehow." Brandon smiled at that.

"Do you have any idea when the Berbils will show up?" asked Margaux.

"They're already on their way," answered WilyKat. "We contacted them yesterday and asked for their help in fixing up the lair."

"That's good to know," agreed Cherie.

"Hello, ThunderCats," said a male robotic voice cheerfully. The ThunderCats turned around and saw Ro-Ber-Bill, Ro-Ber-Belle, and the entire Berbil legion waving their hands at their saviors/friends.

"Hello to you, too, Ro-Ber-Bill," Lion-O said as he and the other ThunderCats waved. They got behind Punky and her pals so they could see the Berbils for themselves. To Team Punky's shock, the Berbils looked like ordinary teddy bears, albeit technologically; they weren't at all like what the kids, Brandon, and Glomer imagined, for they assumed that the Berbils would look exactly like the bears from First Earth.

The generic Berbils had copper fur on their ears, chests, shoulders, and forearms, they had black noses, and their metal exteriors were light grey. Their leaders were different - the male leader had brown fur, a red nose, and an exterior the same as the others behind him, and the female leader had orange fur, a flower on her left ear, a peach nose, and a tannish exterior. All the Berbils had beady black eyes and keyhole-shaped mouths. They took notice of the ThunderCats' new visitors right away, and they turned to each other and muttered quietly among themselves, their mouths "beeping." News of the newcomers appeared to be spreading slowly, it seemed.

"Incredible," breathed Allen.

"And how," agreed Punky.

"I wonder what they're muttering about?" Cherie wondered.

"Isn't it obvious, my dear Cherie? They're talking about the six of us," replied Margaux, gesturing to herself and the rest of Team Punky.

"Ooh," said Glomer in admiration of the Berbils' appearances. Brandon barked twice, intrigue of the Berbils already taking over him.

"Punky, Allen, Cherie, Margaux, Glomer, and Brandon, meet the Berbils," announced Lion-O.

Cheetara ran up to the button by the door and pressed it to extend the drawbridge, allowing the Berbils to fully come to the ThunderCats' aid. Cheetara then ran back to join her fellows. Ro-Ber-Bill and Ro-Ber-Belle were the first to walk across the bridge and came face to face with the ThunderCats, yet they also couldn't take their eyes off of Punky and her pals.

"Well," said WilyKit to all the Berbils, "I see you've taken an interest in our new friends."

"Oh, yes, WilyKit," spoke Ro-Ber-Bill. "We most certainly have."

"Then, Ro-Ber-Bill and Ro-Ber-Belle, I'll let these six introduce themselves," Lion-O offered.

Having gotten over their shock, Punky and her allies were taking in the sight of the two Berbils. It fascinated them to no end. They blinked twice to make sure that these were the same Berbils the ThunderCats had mentioned.

Ro-Ber-Bill and Ro-Ber-Belle waved at the newcomers. "Hello, friends," Ro-Ber-Bill said.

"Hi," Punky said as she and her friends waved back. "My name is Punky Brewster."

"I'm Cherie Benson."

"The name's Allen Anderson."

"I'm Margaux Kramer."

"Me Glomer."

Brandon barked his own introduction. "That's Brandon," spoke Punky for him.

"Are you two the ones called Ro-Ber-Bill and Ro-Ber-Belle?" Cherie asked.

"Yes, we are, young one," replied Ro-Ber-Belle. "Any friend of the ThunderCats is a friend of the Berbils. Friends help each other."

From the way Team Punky looked at the Berbils, it seemed like the latter group was a peaceful one, for they held no grudge against anyone, even if he or she were friends with the ThunderCats. Team Punky could relax at that. That seemed pretty easy. One race down, more to go.

"Shall we get started on fixing up the Cat's Lair then?" Panthro inquired.

Ro-Ber-Bill and Ro-Ber-Belle looked at each other, then back at the ThunderCats. "Yes," they said, nodding. They motioned the other Berbils to come forth and help repair Cat's Lair. The ThunderCats and Team Punky let them pass.

"How long will the repairs take, ThunderCats?" asked Allen.

"We don't know for sure, Allen," Cheetara replied. "It could take us a week, maybe longer. It all depends on how badly the lair needs fixing."

"Well, at least you've got the Berbils to help you out," assured Cherie. "That's gotta count for something."

"What do you want the rest of us to do in the meantime?" asked Margaux.

"How about you and your friends go play for a while?" said Panthro with a smirk. "You could use the exercise."

Punky and her friends looked at each other and nodded. They did need to get out for a little bit. They turned back to the ThunderCats, and Punky said, "Okay. Thanks."

"Reowr. Make sure all of you stick together so you don't get lost," noted Snarf. "The rest of us will be hard at work."

Glomer gave the slightly-larger cat a thumb up. "You got it, Snarf friend."

Brandon barked and jumped for joy.

"Let's go, gang!" Punky exclaimed cheerily, pointing ahead. After all the Berbils made it through, Team Punky ran ahead to the jungle, with Glomer floating after his comrades.

"Remember, don't wander too far!" Tygra called out with his hands cuffed to his mouth. He and the other ThunderCats prayed that it would never come to that.

Punky and her team finally arrived in the jungle, and, except for Glomer, stopped to catch their breaths. None of them could believe that the ThunderCats had given them some freedom, most of all Punky. It was going to be their very first outing since they entered the ThunderCats' lives. As soon as they regained their breaths, they and Glomer took a good look at the jungle. They looked around it, noticing the trees, bushes, and grass. The group's expressions were peaceful as they took the beauty of the forest in. It was obvious to them that it was in pristine condition, seemingly untouched. Whoever or whatever kept it this way, it was the most serene place on Third Earth. Team Punky smiled at the entire thing - it was so beautiful, they even smelled it.

"This place is astounding," Punky noted. "It's the perfect place for us to play around in. Wouldn't you say, guys?"

"Yeah," Cherie said dreamily.

"This jungle is so gorgeous, I'd make an entire beauty parlor out of it," Margaux said, her voice calm while retaining its trademark tone.

"It's fantastic," rasped Allen.

"I feeling like wanting to live here," beamed Glomer.

Brandon barked happily, feeling the same as the rest did.

Cherie placed a hand on Punky's left shoulder. "So what game should we play, Punky?" she asked.

"I think we should play tag," answered Punky. "You all know how the game works, right?"

The others nodded. Glomer was the most excited about the game, having learned it and a few other human customs during his time with Punky and friends.

"All right then. Who's going first?" Punky said to Cherie.

"I'll go, Punky," said Cherie. "I'll bet you'll never catch me." She winked at Punky, and then she went on the run.

Punky giggled and went after her best friend other than Brandon. They enjoyed it equally as much as the others did watching. Punky jumped and twirled - the twirling was inspired by being around Margaux - and tagged Cherie. "Tag! You're it!" Punky exclaimed with a grin on her face.

Cherie giggled. "You got me," she said gracefully.

"And now you get to tag somebody," said Punky.

Cherie went into her thinking pose. "Hmm. I think I'll tag..." Then she pointed to her target. "...Allen!"

Allen smiled wickedly. He started running, and Cherie went after him.

Punky looked to the rest of her friends. "Let's keep the game going, shall we?" she offered.

"Eh. Why not?" Margaux casually replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Go ahead, Punky."

"Right. I choose..." She looked over Margaux, Glomer, and Brandon. She pointed at her next choice. "...Brandon."

Brandon's eyes widened and his mouth opened, and with an excitedly loud bark, he backflipped. He felt happy Punky selected him to tag next. He ran off for Punky to follow him.

Only Margaux and Glomer were left, the only two people who hadn't been tagged. They looked at each other, Margaux's face having a faux devilish expression. Glomer merely smiled.

"You never catch me!" he exclaimed proudly. With a mere zing, Glomer went scarce. Margaux wouldn't be so deterred, so she chose to go after the little Glomley.

All around the jungle, Team Punky was engrossed in the game of tag. It was a sight worth seeing. None of them showed any signs of stopping. They were simply enjoying being children, as it should always be. The ThunderCats had been right in that Punky and pals needed a little exercise. By the time Brandon tagged Punky and licked her face affectionately, the tag game was briefly put to a halt. Everyone else watched on as Punky and Brandon had their little moment, Punky giggling uncontrollably. The bond between the two had transcended beyond master and pet during their early years, and today it remained unbreakable.

Unbeknownst to Team Punky, a woman with shoulder-length blonde hair, green eyes, and wearing a ragged, single-strapped purple dress with a green belt around her waist and brown ankle straps above her bare feet was spying on the group from above the trees, her expression a serious one. It was her first time seeing outsiders other than the ThunderCats and the Mutants. Her name was Tessa of the Warrior Maiden tribe. She was the same person whom Panthro had met during his search for Thundrillium, the ThunderCats' fuel source. After he rescued her from a pack of Rockmen, she told him the story of how the evil Mumm-Ra was threatened by her race, and that he used his magical Dagger Mist attack against them.

To protect her people from Mumm-Ra's wrath, Tessa made a deal with the devil, one that wasn't Mumm-Ra, and gained magical powers of her own - and used them to destroy the Dagger Mist. Her victory, however, was short-lived, for the magic she gained could never be controlled. She'd almost killed Willa, the leader of the Warrior Maidens, in the process, and so silver rings were placed on her fingers to keep her powers in check. Knowing she was a danger to her own tribe, Tessa chose the only thing that could ensure her safety and theirs: exile. It was her choice that led her to being saved by Panthro from getting beaten to death by the Rockmen.

To correct the crime she committed, she recharged Panthro's lifeless ThunderTank through an idea he had after hearing her story, which resulted in her losing her powers; she was very grateful for that. She returned to her people and took responsibility for her actions, and was ready to accept whatever punishment she deserved. However, Willa understood Tessa's plight, accepted her apology, and welcomed her back with open arms. Tessa gave special thanks to Panthro, for were it not for him, her doom would have been inevitable.

And right now, Tessa watched over Team Punky. This strange turn of events would either prove to be good or bad, but either way, Willa deserved to know the truth about the newcomers. It would only be a matter of time before news of Team Punky would spread all over Third Earth.

She smirked. In an Irish-sounding voice, she said quietly with a hint of adventure, "Things just got plenty interesting today." She turned around and leaped back to the way she came. She was right about what she said. And she had the feeling that the newcomers' arrival would top even the Mutants and ThunderCats' earlier arrival.

Things at Cat's Lair were progressing smoothly following yesterday's attack with the Mutants. The Berbils and the ThunderCats were working in sync to get the fortress operational again. It was indeed a joint operation, for although the lair was a ThunderCat creation, it was just as much a Berbil creation. They were taking things one step at a time. It was indeed going to be a while before the lair was fully operational again, but it was worth it in the end. The schematics Tygra designed for the lair lay on a drawing board; they were in the middle of both races so that they could remember why they built it in the first place. They had every available tool possible. They were currently inspecting the lair's metal paws, Panthro, Tygra, Cheetara, and Ro-Ber-Bill's team on one side and Lion-O, Snarf, and Ro-Ber-Belle's team on the other.

"The paws need to go first," stated Panthro. "They seem to have taken the worst of it. What say you, Tygra?"

"I agree, Panthro," responded Tygra. "How else can we use the ThunderTank and the Feliner?"

"Those Mutants really did a number on our home," interjected Cheetara sharply.

"But we'll be able to put it back together with no problem," interjected Snarf with a smile.

"That means we'll need to muster all our ThunderCat and Berbil strength," said Lion-O boldly.

"Well said, Lion-O," Ro-Ber-Belle said.

"We'll rebuild Cat's Lair, and we'll do it with pride," Ro-Ber-Bill said, balling his left hand into a fist. Both sides nodded.

In addition to the refurbishing of the lair's paws, The ThunderKittens were on their floating spaceboards carrying two cans of metallic-red paint for the lair's claws along with two paintbrushes, as they felt that the new paint job would better match the ThunderCat emblem.

"This feels good, WilyKat," Kit said. "We're all working together to get Cat's Lair back in shape, and it's gonna look even better than before."

"I know, right?" agreed Kat. "I'm very eager for the rest of our friends to see the improvement of the lair's paws."

"I'm sure they'll love it, WilyKat," called out Panthro. "That's all the more reason for us to start with the paws first."

"You bet," the twins said in unison.

Cheetara was feeling a sense of foreboding in her stomach, not to mention her sixth sense being on monitor duty. It was evident in the nervous expression in her face.

"Something the matter, Cheetara?" Tygra asked.

"I sure hope Punky and her friends haven't wandered too far from us," she said, voicing her fears. "Do you guys think we did the right thing in letting them go off on their own?"

Lion-O shrugged his shoulders. "I don't see why not," he said, wanting to ease the tension. "They have each other to rely on."

Ro-Ber-Bill assured, "There is no need to worry, ThunderCats. From what you have told us, Punky and her friends are a resourceful bunch."

"We must all have faith in them, that things will work out alright for them," added Ro-Ber-Belle.

"As long as they stay the course," Tygra added, "we should have nothing to worry about."

"Got that right," Panthro said, smiling.

"Our main focus should be fixing up the lair," Lion-O reminded Cheetara. "Once we're done inspecting the damage to the paws, we'll fix them up."

"Yeah, Cheetara," Snarf comforted. "Punky and her pals can take care of themselves. They'll come back to us when they're able to. Snarf snarf."

Cheetara could never ignore signs of a warning, but knew that her friends were right. As long as Team Punky stayed together, complications would be limited. "Well...if you insist."

Work resumed on the lair's restoration afterwards. If any of them felt hungry or thirsty, they would take a short break.

Punky and her crew suddenly felt hungry from playing tag, so they trekked to see if there was any food outside the kind in Cat's Lair. It just so happened that they stumbled onto the Garden of Delights, which was located near the Pits of the Molemen. The garden was a multi-colorful paradise to behold, full of various fruits to be feasted on. However, unbenknownst to Glomer, Brandon, and the kids, the garden had been cursed by Mumm-Ra, who put Tygra under his spell in the form of the plant creature Silky and got him addicted to the garden's fruit, all a simple front to gain control of the Sword of Omens.

Though the mummy's ploy was thwarted by the ThunderCats, the damage he did to the Garden of Delights was done, leaving the ThunderCats heartbroken. Lion-O wished that the garden would be exactly like it was before Mumm-Ra's grip. The Sword of Omens apparently heard his plea, and so to restore the garden to its normal state, Lion-O called upon the powers of the sword and the Eye of Thundera, which left him exhausted but relieved. And now, the garden really was once again a peaceful place to visit for Third Earther and ThunderCat alike, its fruit ripe for the taking.

"What a lovely garden," Margaux said blissfully. "And it's got a lotta fruit, too."

"It's enough to energize a person," Allen agreed.

"I wonder if the ThunderCats know about this place?" said Punky thoughtfully.

"They may already do and are probably too busy cleaning up the Cat's Lair to talk to us about it," Cherie surmised.

Glomer and Brandon went closer to the garden and smelled its fruits. As it turned out, they were completely fresh.

"Fruits smelling delicious," said Glomer pleasantly. Brandon barked, agreeing with his Glomley friend.

"Really?" the kids asked excitedly. Brandon and Glomer turned to them and nodded.

"Then what're we waiting for, guys? Let's eat!" exclaimed Punky.

Everyone chose the fruit they were going to eat (peaches for Punky, apples for Margaux, strawberries for Cherie, bananas for Allen, grapes for Brandon, and blueberries for Glomer). What happened next afterwards would change everything for them...and change everything it would.

The Treetop Kingdom stood proud and regal. Unlike Cat's Lair, the kingdom received less damage from the Mutant attack. The Warrior Maidens were able to fix it up with ease. Inside their hut, Willa and her sister Nayda were hearing Tessa out on what she discovered that interrupted her hunt for food. Willa sat in her seat while Nayda stood by her.

"It sounds strange, Your Majesty, I know," Tessa explained, "but these kids, their dog, and some floating gopher suddenly came out of nowhere. They came into the jungle with no trace of hostility. They were playing a game they called 'tag'. None of them were aware of my presence, so I kept my distance. I did catch their names before I left - Punky, Allen, Margaux, Allen, Brandon, and Glomer. The last two names belong to the dog and gopher. It was important that I let you and Nayda know about all of them."

Willa got into her thinking pose. "That is strange," she said.

"Indeed," agreed Nayda with a nod.

Tessa continued, "What should we do about this? If word got out that these six strangers just appeared on Third Earth, chaos would follow, and nobody would be safe."

Willa closed her eyes and contemplated Tessa's words. Life on Third Earth had always been full of complications, but there was always a way where there was a will. There were three otherworldly races living on this world - the Berbils, the ThunderCats, and the Mutants. It was easy for the Warrior Maidens to accept the Berbils into their lives, but the ThunderCats were a different story: at first, the maidens were not very trusting of Lion-O and his friends due to their bringing their war with the Mutants to Third Earth, eventually involving everybody else native to it. It was only during Tygra's rapid aging from the Cave of Time that the maidens and ThunderCats slowly started to trust one another. And now, these six new strangers from wherever they came from presented a brand-new challenge for Willa. Would she be as lenient to them as she was to the Berbils and ThunderCats, or would she either imprison them or cast them aside?

"Queen Willa?" wondered Tessa.

When Willa opened her eyes, they retained a soft but stern tone. "We'll leave the children and dog alone," she instructed, "but we'll be keeping an eye on the gopher in case things get out of hand."

Tessa bowed to Willa slightly. "As you wish, my queen," she said softly.


After Tessa left, Nayda spoke to Willa. "What is it about that gopher that has you intrigued, sister?"

"If what Tessa said is true, the gopher just may be supernatural," replied Willa. "I don't wish to alarm the other Warrior Maidens unless he's deemed a threat. This, Nayda, stays between you and I."

"Very well then," Nayda conceded. "I trust your judgment."

"Go now. I wish to be alone."

Nayda nodded, and she left their hut to maintain scouting duties with the other Warrior Maidens. Now only Willa remained, her face having a look of dread. Until Glomer showcased any sign that he was an evil being, the subject was closed. Willa prayed that the ThunderCats would be able to contain the potential threat the young Glomley would pose.

Cat's Lair's paws were open, as they were still in working condition given the lair's attack by the Mutants yesterday. The ThunderTank and the Feliner could be seen underneath. While their fellow ThunderCats and the Berbils were inspecting the insides of the paws with flashlights on, the ThunderKittens were on their spaceboards painting the paws' claws red. The twins were outdoing themselves in that department, having stayed inside the lines.

WilyKat looked to his sister. "Not bad painting the lair claws, eh, WilyKit?" he said.

"Definitely not bad," replied Kit. "It also gives the others more time to inspect the paws from the inside."

"I do hope that Punky's bunch won't starve out there," Kat said, suddenly concerned for Team Punky.

"There are some foods on this planet that're good for them to eat, and there are some they should steer clear from, like the Tears of Sunrise," cautioned Kit.

"Hey, that's right," Kat said as he recalled an earlier memory of Lion-O's sudden illness from eating the deadly berries. "The Berbils warned us about the Tears of Sunrise. They said whoever eats those berries will die exactly by sunrise. Lion-O had eaten some of them and got sick real fast, so you and I stayed behind to look after him in his room."

Kit continued, "We fell asleep soon after, but when we awoke, we discovered Lion-O was gone, along with the Sword of Omens. He and the other ThunderCats did battle with the Mutants. We rushed out to help, but by then the fight was over. Lion-O explained that his faith in the ThunderCats is what broke his fever."

"We both feel grateful he got back on his feet," Kat said relievingly. "It'll take more than the Tears of Sunrise to stop the Lord of the ThunderCats."

By the time the kittens got to the last part of each claw, they were done. They floated backwards and gazed at their work. All six claws were painted red, exactly like the kittens envisioned. Kat and Kit gave huge grins over their work.

"We did really well here, WilyKat," said Kit.

"I know," Kat said, nodding. "As long as the paws remain open, the paint should dry out quicker."

"Which means we can join the others in getting the paws back into shape," Kit said giddily. "Let's go."

The twins floated into the paws' insides, put their spaceboards by the ThunderCats' respective vehicles, and assisted their fellows and the Berbils - Kit on the right paw and Kat on the left. With any luck, the paws would be restored to their original state easily.

When they were finished eating the Garden of Delights' fruits, Team Punky got back to business. They needed a new game to play after tag, figuring the ThunderCats were still at work on fixing Cat's Lair. So, at Punky's request, they ventured further until they reached a forest that, which they would soon discover, was completely devoid of sound. The crew looked around it to see no civilians present but them...or so they thought.

Glomer noticed something on top of one of the trees. "Look!" he said, pointing upwards. The rest of Team Punky did the same, and what they saw was a gigantic dark-green lizard with feathered wings staring at them curiously. The creature's yellow, black-slitted eyes were full of wonder, as if he were about to feast on a small insect. His tongue stuck out rapidly and then retracted. He especially noticed the floating gopher above the other five individuals.

"Well, hello there, ssstrangersss," he said to them with a smile.

"Uh...h-hello to you as well," Punky said nervously as she and the others awkwardly waved to the creature.

"I am the Feathered Lizzzard, a guardian of sssortsss of the treesss of Third Earth," he continued. "Tell me what bringsss you to the Foressst of Sssilenccce."

"Is that what this place is called?" Margaux asked the Feathered Lizard.

"Of courssse, young one," replied the lizard. "In thisss placcce, sssound is irrelevant. Nothing and no one can be heard from a mile. Mossst who have entered it have gone insssane."

"Insane?" Glomer and the kids repeated.

At the mere mention of the name of the forest they currently resided in and the word "insane," Cherie began to get an uneasy feeling. S-s-silence? N-n-no sound? she thought, slightly shaking. She and her friends had entered a confined space, and she hated confined spaces. The memory of being trapped in Henry's old refrigerator began to resurface in her mind. She, Punky, Allen, and Margaux were playing a game of hide-and-seek when she hid in the fridge, and soon discovered she was locked in it with her loved ones frantically searching for her. If they hadn't come to her rescue that time and used CPR on her, she would've bought the big one for sure. It was a memory she wanted to forget but couldn't. She would remember that day for all of eternity.

Punky, being Cherie's bestest friend other than Brandon, noticed Cherie's fear and comforted her by taking her by the hands. "You okay, Cherie?" she asked.

"This Forest of Silence,'s...I just don't like it here," Cherie answered in a trembling voice.

Punky put on an assuring expression. "Hang in there, okay? You're with friends. You're with me."

For a brief moment, the two girl stared into each other's brown eyes, Cherie's feeling unsure and Punky's feeling confident. With a soft grip on Cherie's hands, Punky understood Cherie's fear of small spaces. Cherie, despite herself, gave a small smile.

"Thank you," she said generously to Punky.

"Anytime, Cherie," Punky replied.

"Well, Mr. Lizard, we came here so we can play a game," Allen stated, changing the subject. "I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, no," said the lizard, shaking his head. "I sssee a lot that happensss, but I usually take it all in ssstride."

Brandon didn't like the vibe the Feathered Lizard was giving. He growled quietly at the latter creature's demeanor.

Punky took notice and attempted to calm her little friend. She whispered, "Easy now, Brandon. We don't wanna cause trouble for this guy, no matter how weird he is."

"We best be on our way then," said Margaux with resolve. "Shall we, friends?"

"Sure thing, Margaux friend," agreed Glomer.

Everyone was on their way, but not before the Feathered Lizard cautioned to them, "You'd better be careful. Third Earth isss a very dangerousss place." His tongue did the same as before.

"We'll be careful, Mr. Lizard," affirmed Punky. "We've got each other's backs." They were gone immediately afterwards, leaving the lizard alone with his thoughts. The ThunderCats and Mutants' arrival on Third Earth had intrigued him like the rest of the locals, and the newcomers who saw him were no different. Like he said to the newcomers, he took everything in stride. He smiled, his face taking on a glorious expression.

"Oh, yesss," he said quietly, his tail wagging. "Today will be quite the day."

Team Punky had stopped at the center of the forest. Now was as good a time as any for them all to select a new game, and they were about to do just that. But the Feathered Lizard's words began to haunt them. Was it true of what he said - entering the Forest of Silence at the cost of sanity? It seemed like a warning, yet nobody except Cherie had let the silence get to them...or so they thought.

"This forest seems too quiet," commented Allen. He cuffed both his ears with his hands in an effort to hear anything, and his eyes looked left and right respectively. "Not a sound in sight."

"You're right, Allen," agreed Punky, suddenly understanding the Feathered Lizard's meaning. "It's all just too weird. I mean, do people even come here? And if so, how do they deal with it?"

"I have absolutely no idea," Margaux answered for Punky, searching the forest. "A place like this should have some noise."

"I already not liking constant silence," said Glomer nervously. "M-maybe we go somewhere else."

Brandon couldn't help but agree with Glomer. He was whining, the silence already beginning to drive him crazy.

"Or we could just turn back the way we came," suggested Cherie. "The ThunderCats specifically told us not to veer off course from them."

Punky looked over her friends. They all wanted to leave the Forest of Silence, some more than others. She was torn on what to do. The adventurer in her wanted her to just run past the forest, while her conscience advised her to stay on the ThunderCats' radar. It was her choice to come to the forest so that she and her friends could play a different game. It was enough torture for her to close her eyes, wrap her arms around herself, and fall on her knees. It wasn't just the forest that was affecting her; it was her indecision. She was letting herself and her friends down. She quietly sat there, contemplating on whether or not they would all go forward or backward. Concerned for their usually-cheery leader, her friends looked to her. Glomer and Brandon went up to her despite their growing paranoia over the compressed quiet.

"What wrong, Punky friend?" asked Glomer as Brandon nudged at her gently.

Punky sighed heavily, half-opening her eyes. "I'm...I'm just not sure," she replied in a low voice. "I'm having trouble deciding whether we should go beyond this forest or go back to the one we were in."

Margaux, however, would not wait for Punky, as her own paranoia was growing. "Aw, gimme a break, Punky," she snapped, clasping both of her fists, Punky turning to face her with eyes fully open and a sad expression. "It was your idea to come here in the first place. Shouldn't we all leave here while we can?"

"Lay off Punky, would ya, Margaux?" Cherie interjected sharply as she struggled not to give in to the silence. "Don't let the fear get to you. The more you do that, the more crazy this forest will make you."

"Cherie's right," agreed Allen, who was scratching himself gently on the arms, legs, and back to keep himself sane. "We all have to have clear heads about this."

"Clear heads? Clear heads?" spat Margaux, now turning to face Allen and Cherie with a crazy look in her eyes. "I'm telling you right here and now - I don't wanna be here." She closed her eyes and grasped her head with her hands. It was obvious the silence was affecting her more than it did Punky, Allen, Cherie, Brandon, and Glomer. She said, her voice quivering, "It''s too much to handle. The Feathered Lizard was right. We shouldn't have come here at all."

"Please not doing this to yourself, Margaux friend," begged Glomer. "We all needing to stick together."

Cherie grabbed Margaux by the shoulders and tried shaking her out of her trance. "Get a hold of yourself, Margaux," she pleaded desperately. "You've got to snap out of it. We need you."

When Margaux opened her eyes, her expression was of shock. For a moment, it seemed like her fear had subsided. But not for long. Her expression turned to anger, and she pushed Cherie down to the ground, stunning the latter girl and everyone else.

Margaux pointed to all of them quickly, shouting angrily, "If none of you are going to leave this place, then I will!" She ran past them and right out of the forest, but not back to the way they all came. She continued running, adrenaline fueling her drive.

Punky got back up and warned the remainder of her crew, "The ThunderCats will skin us alive for this, but we have to bring Margaux back to us. Glomer, lead the way," she ordered the Glomley, who nodded. He floated upwards and went after Margaux. "Come on, everybody!" she exclaimed as she, Brandon, Allen, and Cherie followed Glomer's lead.

"I guess there's no turning back now," Allen said in defeat.

"Wherever Margaux's going, it won't be good news for her or us," Cherie said bluntly.

"There's no other choice, Cherie," said Punky. "I got us all into this mess, and we'll get out of it together like we always do."

With no more words, the chase for Margaux continued. Although she could be shady at times, her friends would never forgive themselves if they left her to a fate worse than death.

From his cauldron, Mumm-Ra, having already wakened from his slumber, watched the drama unfold between Glomer and his friends. This would be the perfect opportunity to make Glomer train with him under the illusion that Chaundoon would be safe from harm. Mumm-Ra laughed sinisterly as he watched Glomer lead the hunt for Margaux.

"That's right, Glomer," he said. "Get your friends into trouble. The almighty ThunderCats will surely come to your rescue. When you reach your destination -" from his back, he revealed a miniature version of the staff he created and gripped it in his hands, and it glowed, changing to its true form, "- I will give you a power boost you shall not soon forget, and you will turn to only the Great Glomley Elder for comfort." His expression turning to pure glee, he boldly declared, "That means that Mumm-Ra, the ever-living source of evil, will have the ultimate servant, and, the power to terminate Lion-O and his merry band of feline warriors for good."

He continued watching everything from the cauldron until the time was right to put Glomer to the test. Today would be a good day for the demon priest. Oh, yes. All would be accomplished in the fullness of time. But of course, time meant nothing to Mumm-Ra the Everliving.

Cheetara gasped in pain and put her left hand on her head, closing her eyes. ThunderCat and Berbil alike had stopped what they were doing and turned to her.

"Hey, Cheetara. What's the matter? Do you sense something?" Panthro asked as he and the other ThunderCats came up to their friend.

"It''s Punky and her friends," Cheetara said at half-speed. "They're running somewhere, yet, I see no sign of Margaux."

"Then I suppose it's a good thing I kept our weapons inside the ThunderTank," Panthro said. "Those kids could run into something dangerous if we don't find them fast."

"Ro-Ber-Bill, can you and the Berbils hold the fort while we go search for Punky?" Lion-O asked.

"Of course, Lion-O," replied Ro-Ber-Bill, giving the ThunderCat Lord a thumb up. "Anything to help the ThunderCats."

Lion-O nodded. "That's good."

Panthro asked Tygra, "Are you up to driving the tank?"

"Sure thing, Panthro," Tygra replied with a determined fist.

The ThunderKittens asked together, "May we use our spaceboards?"

"Of course," Lion-O replied. "We're all in for another rough ride."

"Just make sure you two don't get any ideas about taking shortcuts. Snarf snarf," Snarf warned the twins.

"Who, us?" WilyKat said as innocently as possible.

"We wouldn't go that far," said WilyKit in the same manner.

Cheetara began to recover from her sixth sense, and informed her fellows, "If we're done talking, Punky and her friends will need us by their side."

"Right, Cheetara," Tygra said.

"Good luck, ThunderCats," Ro-Ber-Bill and Ro-Ber-Belle said, waving to the ThunderCats.

"Thank you," Lion-O said, he and the others waving back.

Panthro and Tygra got in the ThunderTank first, and Panthro opened the hatch, which revealed the Sword of Omens sheathed in the Claw Shield and Panthro's nunchuks on the left side and Tygra's retracted whip and Cheetara's staff and gauntlet on the right. Lion-O, Cheetara, and Snarf got inside the hatch, with Lion-O and Cheetara picking up their respective weapons (Lion-O placing the Claw Shield on his left thigh and Cheetara strapping her gauntlet on her left wrist) and giving Panthro and Tygra theirs (Panthro storing his nunchuks on his back). WilyKit and WilyKat activated their spaceboards and floated above the tank, waiting for a signal.

"Everyone all set?" Tygra asked.

"Lion-O, ho!"

"Cheetara, ho!"

"Panthro, ho!"

"WilyKit -"

"- and Kat -"

"- ho!" the twins said together.

"Snarf -" Snarf said bravely as he stood on his tail, and then accidentally tripped and fell down, "- ho," he concluded weakly, raising his left fist in the air.

"Reactor engaged...traction locked...all go!" Tygra declared proudly as he activated the tank. With a throttle thrust, the tank was off. The ThunderKittens followed on their spaceboards, as the search for Team Punky was once again on with the kittens included. The Berbils watched the ThunderCats leave and then assumed work on fixing up Cat's Lair's paws, though they'd already made sure to leave the rest to the ThunderCats themselves.

Punky Brewster/ThunderCats: Punks of Thunder
Chapter Notes: Yet another chapter completed. The tension rises as Punky and crew's forest time gets cut short, prompting the ThunderCats to come to their aid. Tessa is a Warrior Maiden created exclusively for Marvel Entertainment's ThunderCats comic series; her only appearance in the series was the third issue, "Siege in Silver and Stone." The first-season episode "Trouble with Time" featured Tygra accidentally wandering into the Cave of Time, aging rather fast. Whereas the Garden of Delights is portrayed in my story as a real location (Leonard Starr's Third Earth map does the same thing), in the same-named episode from the first season of ThunderCats, the garden is all a trick by Mumm-Ra to cast a spell on Tygra. The season-one episode "Trouble with Time" featured Tygra accidentally wandering into the Cave of Time an aging rather fast there, which alerted the other ThunderCats, who brought him to the Geyser of Life to restore him to his normal age with the help of Willa.

The ThunderKittens' idea of painting the Cat's Lair's claws red is inspired by the LJN Cat's Lair playset, which also had red claws, and the kittens mention events from the second issue of the Marvel ThunderCats comic titled "Tears of Sunrise." The Feathered Lizard appeared once in season one of the TV show, in an episode called "Snarf Takes Up the Challenge." Lifted from the classic ThunderCats series bible is the concept of someone being driven mad by their visit in the Forest of Silence, which is also an exerpt from David Crichton's unofficial, unauthorized ThunderCats book, Hear the Roar! Cherie's refrigerator incident comes from the season-two Punky Brewster episode "Cherie Lifesaver." Finally, the roll call the ThunderCats do at the end is from William Overgard's season-one ThunderCats episodes.

PUNKS OF THUNDER: © 2015 Philip Gipson.

PUNKY BREWSTER: TM & © NBCUniversal, Inc.
THUNDERCATS: TM & © Warner Bros. Entertainment, Inc. and Ted Wolf.


Third Earth - a world of mystery and intrigue. Its many places and its locals are either territorial or friendly. It is also home to a group of humanoid cat-like beings from the planet Thundera, which had been destroyed by a massive meteorite storm that struck the planet's reactors, forcing all of its people to flee for their lives by spaceship. These beings, who call themselves ThunderCats, are the last of their kind, for their oldest enemies, the Mutants of Plun-Darr, had wiped out almost every Thunderian in the fleet simply to obtain the ThunderCats' power source: the Eye of Thundera, a magical gem embedded in the hilt of the Sword of Omens, a weapon that can only be wielded by a Lord of the ThunderCats.

The ThunderCats were guided to Third Earth in their royal flagship by Jaga, an elderly ThunderCat who served as their acting leader and, in the past, was a skilled warrior, having wielded the Sword of Omens as much as Claudus, the ThunderCats' late lord, did. It was Claudus who passed the title of lord to Jaga after the former was stricken blind during a Mutant attack. Although Jaga did not survive the journey to their new home, the rest of the ThunderCats did - through the use of suspension capsules that slowed down their aging process.

The ship burned up when it reached Third Earth's atmosphere, and when its landing beams failed, it had immediately crashed into the planet, scattering everything, including the ThunderCats' suspension capsules. It was there that one certain capsule had malfunctioned, causing 12-year-old Lion-O - Claudus's son, the heir to the Thunderian throne, and a protege of Jaga's - to age mysteriously 10 years. His mind, however, did not change, for mentally he was still a boy. It was up to his fellow ThunderCats to help him settle into his new ThunderCat Lord status, and to teach him how to use the Sword of Omens in combat as his ancestors before him did.

It hadn't been easy, for most of the time, he would gripe about his duties and ignore them altogether. But when it came down to it, he was a ThunderCat first and foremost, and he pulled through for his brethren more times than they could count. His role as lord demanded so much from him, but he would never back down from a challenge. He would continue to make himself proud and his friends proud of him. It was also his duty to protect the Sword of Omens as its bearer, to let it rule him as he ruled it.

The Mutants, led by Slithe, Jackalman, and Monkian, had followed the ThunderCats to their new home unfortunately, and the former group's goal of obtaining the Eye of Thundera had never changed. Adding to the ThunderCats' troubles was an ancient Egyptian sorcerer from when Third Earth had been First Earth: Mumm-Ra, the Ever-Living. Mumm-Ra came to know of the Eye of Thundera through the power of his black onyx pyramid and, like the Mutants, wanted the sacred gem for himself; this allowed him and the Mutants to ally with each other.

However, they overlooked one detail about the eye - it could never be used to respond to evil because it belonged to itself just as much as a soul belonged to a body. Time and time again, Mumm-Ra or the Mutants had wrestled the eye from the ThunderCats to no avail, and eventually they gave up on that tactic. Both parties never trusted each other, but Mumm-Ra still found the Mutants useful from time to time. Another thing the antagonists had in common was that they wanted the ThunderCats dead: the Mutants, because they wanted to eliminate the last survivors of Thunderiankind, and Mumm-Ra, because the ThunderCats had disturbed his lifelong rest and were a constant threat to his kingdom.

The ThunderCats faced opponents other than Mumm-Ra and the Mutants that were of the land-based and intergalactic areas like Queen Tartara, Ratar-O, the Demolisher, Safari Joe, the Inflamer, Spidera, the Berserkers, Captain Shiner, the Trollogs, Grune the Destroyer, Ta-She, the Giantors, and Captain Cracker. They'd also gained allies in said areas as well, such as the Berbils, the Warrior Maidens, the Unicorn Keepers, the Bolkins, the Wollos, Mandora the Evil Chaser, Dr. Dometome, Wizz-Ra, Snowman and Snowmeow, the Micrits, Hachiman, Mumm-Rana, and the Tuskas.

Life would never truly be easy for the ThunderCats as long as there were those who were threatened by their existence, but they wouldn't have it any other way. They lived by a sacred code that their ancestors created during Thundera's olden days that consisted of four words: justice, truth, honor, and loyalty. And right now, in the afternoon, at the Cat's Lair, ThunderCats Panthro, Cheetara, and Tygra were monitoring every Third Earth location in the lair's control room, with Panthro at the main control board and Cheetara and Tygra at two of the sub-control panels. Needless to say, they were enjoying the peace while it lasted.

"This is a nice day, you guys," Panthro said with a small smile on his face as he monitored the Phosphorus Desert. "Nothing seems to be disrupting things so far."

"Mumm-Ra and the Mutants have been pretty quiet lately, yet none of them can trust each other like we trust ourselves," offered Tygra, who kept an eye on the Firetree Forest, which was comprised of glowing, red-hot trees. "Surely one or the other is bound to make a move on us sooner or later."

"No matter who strikes first, and no matter how many enemies we face," Cheetara added as she was closely monitoring the Hunting Plains, "the ThunderCats will always be needed."

Panthro stood up and went over to Cheetara's side, offering his fellow ThunderCat a comforting hand for her left shoulder. "It's what we're here for," he said gently.

"Indeed," Tygra seconded, nodding his head. "We never run from danger. It exists in any form."

Just then, Cheetara gasped, clutched her head in pain, and closed her eyes. Her sixth sense was going off. This alarmed her male comrades, Tygra getting up from his sub-control panel.

"What's wrong, Cheetara? Is it trouble?" the tiger architect asked.

"Yes," replied Cheetara strainingly. "My sixth sense says something huge is coming that won't have anything to do with Mumm-Ra or the Mutants...and it's coming pretty fast."

As if on cue, the alarm systems suddenly went off, red and blue lights flashing all over the control room briefly. Panthro went back to his seat and clicked on a few buttons, and in popped a view of the Bottomless Chasm, the same place Mumm-Ra dumped Panthro into during the fiasco with the demon priest's evil Panthro clone. The chasm wasn't emitting radiation much to Tygra and Panthro's silent surprise; perhaps the radiation itself had finally died down over simply being a nuisance to the ThunderCats' technology. Panthro and his fellows looked on as the sun and sky were unknowingly covered by dark clouds, thunder and lightning flashing afterwards.

"A storm happening in the middle of the day, and near the Bottomless Chasm no less," analyzed Panthro. "It must be spreading all over the planet. Let's get Lion-O, Snarf, and the ThunderKittens. They're still in the training room."

"That's a good idea," Cheetara agreed, having regained herself. Then she noticed something else about the storm - a glowing purple portal that shined a spotlike-style beam on the ground and deposited six small strangers secluded in shadow. The portal and the dark clouds vanished then, revealing the familiar sun and partly-cloudy blue sky in their place. "What in the name of Thundera...?" she uttered.

Panthro hit the enlarger button to get a better look at the six strangers that landed. What he, Cheetara, and Tygra saw were four kids wearing backpacks (three Caucasian, one African American), a dog, and some kind of gopher with short, dark-brown hair and goatee, all lying unconscious from the portal that had engulfed them.

"Are you two seeing this?" he said bafflingly.

"We see it, but we don't believe it," responded Tygra.

"Those kids and their two pets must've been transported to Third Earth for a reason," pondered Cheetara. With determination, she said, "We have to bring Lion-O, the kittens, and Snarf from the training room now."

"After that, we activate the ThunderTank and then bring our new guests to the lair," suggested Panthro. "If we're gonna do it..."

"...let's do it!" Tygra and Cheetara exclaimed proudly to their comrade. All three of them chorused as they raised their fists to the heavens, "ThunderCats, ho!"

In the training room, Lion-O, WilyKit, and WilyKat were participating in an exercise that Lion-O himself instigated. Snarf, Lion-O's faithful companion, watched from the sidelines.

"Reowr. This routine Kat and Kit're coming up with better be worth it," the small creature murmured under his breath, being the worrywart he usually was.

Kit and Kat traded blows with Lion-O, who blocked them easily by crossing his fists in front of him. He retaliated by leaping to the wall and catapulting toward the twins, his arms held out. They wouldn't so easily be deterred, for they backflipped out of Lion-O's way. The ThunderCat Lord landed on his hands and feet cleverly. The ThunderKittens each used one arm to karate-chop Lion-O, and he barely dodged. Then Kit and Kat somersaulted towards their lord and performed an attack they they came up with - by clasping their fists together and, with wicked expressions, brought their fists down on Lion-O.

The young lord held out his hands and clasped the twins' fists, and he was forced to go down on both knees because of the technique the twins performed. All the muscles in his body vibrated from the impact, but he was nevertheless unharmed. He, Kit, and Kat all panted from their training. The twins gave each other a thumbs up, happy that they were able to practice their new attack on Lion-O.

"That was something, you two," he said in admiration. "What do you call that technique?"

"Oh, we call it the ThunderSmack," Kat replied. "Lately Kit and I felt we needed a new approach in taking down our opponents."

"We're very proud of our new attack," said his sister pridefully. "The Mutants will be in for a nasty surprise the next time we encounter them."

"Snarf snarf. Neither the Mutants nor Mumm-Ra have been in action for a while. They provide us with plenty of trouble," Snarf cautioned the twins.

"We know that, Snarf," said Kat, balling his left fist. "Still, it doesn't hurt to be prepared."

"I sure hope you'll be able to show the others your new attack when we're in battle," said Lion-O.

"Us too, Lion-O," Kit agreed.

The door to the training room automatically opened, and Tygra, Panthro, and Cheetara arrived in the training room immediately following the ThunderKittens' new attack.

"Lion-O, we just picked up something strange happening near the Bottomless Chasm," Tygra informed.

"What is it?" the young lord inquired.

"It seemed like a storm happening out there," Panthro replied, "but then a portal opened up right in the middle and deposited six small strangers to the ground."

"By Jaga!" Lion-O exclaimed in surprise. What his fellow adult ThunderCats were telling him was weird, even for him.

"Exactly what we thought as well," chimed in Cheetara. "We don't know why they're on Third Earth, but my sixth sense told me something huge would eventually happen that could push us all to the limits of our abilities."

"Reowr. That is strange," Snarf added. "Are you sure we should be anywhere near those people? Snarf snarf," he questioned.

Kit told him, "We have to, Snarf. We wouldn't be ThunderCats if we didn't uphold the Code of Thundera."

"Yes, WilyKit," the young lord agreed. "Whoever those kids and their pets are, they shouldn't be left to perish."

"Then what're we waiting for? Let's go!" Panthro said excitedly, and then added to the ThunderKittens, "Except you two."

"Aw, man," Kat said sourly.

"Someone needs to guard the Cat's Lair, and there's no better reason you and Kit should keep the place in shape," reasoned Cheetara.

"Our monitors are already tuned in on the Bottomless Chasm. We'll call you the minute we reach our destination," Tygra put in.

Though they didn't like it, the twins had no choice but to comply. So they nodded a yes.

"Then it's settled," Lion-O said. "We'll be back soon."

And so all the ThunderCats exited the training room. The door automatically closed afterwards.

The door to the sword chamber opened to reveal Lion-O entering, with the other ThunderCats waiting outside. Lion-O walked over to the stand where the Sword of Omens and the Claw Shield, his birthrights, lay. A beautiful heavenly light shone down on both weapons. Lion-O picked them up, gazing briefly at the two very weapons that the ThunderCat Lords before him had wielded. The sword's blade flashed supernaturally, acknowledging Lion-O's presence. He sheathed the sword inside the shield and placed the shield on his left thigh, magnetizing it.

With that out of the way, Lion-O headed out the way he came to join his fellows. They reached the door to the weapons room. The door opened to reveal Cheetara's gauntlet and baton, Tygra's bolo whip, and Panthro's nunchuks in three separate seats. The three ThunderCats picked up their respective weapons and were on their way with Lion-O and Snarf to rescue those six souls, with Cheetara strapping her gauntlet on her left wrist, Tygra retracting his whip, and Panthro holding his nunchuks across his neck. It also never hurt to be prepared for an ambush along the way.

The Cat's Lair's right paw opened to reveal the ThunderTank. In the main seats were Tygra and Panthro. Inside the hatch, Lion-O, Cheetara, and Snarf were in their seats. Panthro revved up the tank's engines, and off it went. The lair's drawbridge automatically extended, allowing the tank to roam freely to the Bottomless Chasm. The tank's scanner screen showed a red blip of where its passengers were headed.

"I sense a great power coming from that smaller creature," Cheetara warned from her comrades.

"Do you know if he's dangerous?" asked Lion-O.

"It's hard to tell. I just know that he's not ordinary."

"We should be on our guard just in case," Snarf warned the others.

"Maybe so, but we also need to know more about him and his compatriots," Tygra countered.

"Heck. Whether or not it all goes downhill, at least we have each other," stated Panthro.

"That's right, Panthro," agreed Lion-O. The rest of the ride to the Bottomless Chasm went in silence...that was until the Eye of Thundera had awakened.

"Danger!" exclaimed Lion-O. He pulled the Sword of Omens from the Claw Shield and held it in front of his face. "Sword of Omens, give me sight beyond sight," he commanded. The sword's crossbars curled upwards, and Lion-O's eyes glowed golden. In the sword's vision was Castle Plun-Darr, its wings at first closed and then opening up to reveal its true self, as well as the ThunderCats' old nemeses, the Mutants, except Vultureman, heading out in their vehicles: Slithe in the land- and sea-based Nosediver and Monkian and Jackalman in their Skycutters. The looks on their faces suggested they were out for blood - ThunderCat blood.

"Here come Slithe, Jackalman, and Monkian," Lion-O said dreadfully. "And it looks like they won't be holding anything back against us." The sword's crossbars returned to normal, Lion-O's eyes stopped glowing, and the Eye of Thundera went back to sleep. However, Lion-O didn't sheath the sword. Suddenly he and the other adult ThunderCats were right to bring their weapons with them.

"They must think we've decided to go joyriding," Panthro said. "They aren't aware of what we're really up to."

"We should keep it that way," Cheetara agreed. "They could turn it to their advantage."

"We'd better brace ourselves, 'Cats," Tygra stated as Panthro pulled the ThunderTank to a stop. "Our quest to find those kids may be delayed."

"Here we go. Snarf snarf," grumbled Snarf.

It was a very special day in the Warimont household. Punky was prepared for it, as she never wore her usual mismatched clothing, but a sleeveless yellow shirt, purple sweatpants, copper socks, and dark-green shoes. It was a day she would never forget, and it was one that made her realize how lucky she was to have met Henry and be his foster daughter. Brandon barked happily for Punky, for he was just as lucky to have her in his life as Henry was in Punky's.

"We've come so far, Brandon," Punky said blissfully, looking toward the ceiling with a glint of joy in her eyes. "Everything we've been through, from my parents to Henry to my friends to Glomer, has made us even stronger than we were before." She turned to her bestest friend in the whole wide world and continued, "Do you know something else? I'm the most lucky to have you as both a pet and a best friend. There's nothing that can change that. Nothing."

Brandon came over to Punky's side and licked her face in glee. Both of them were overcome with emotion. Henry came into the living room all dressed in a black tuxedo. Both Punky and Brandon gazed at the elder and saw on his face pure happiness. It had made them feel all warm inside.

"You look stunning, Henry," said Punky as she smiled and her eyes cried tears of joy. She hugged Henry with all the love and tenderness she could muster, eyes closed gently.

"Thank you, little one," Henry replied as he hugged Punky back. They released each other, and Punky wiped her tears. "Now then, are you ready to go to the Gala Banquet Hall for a special party?"

Punky smirked. "Definitely," she said. Brandon, seeing how close he, Henry, and Punky had gotten overtime, howled with joy and panted, his tongue sticking out. Punky petted him on the head and back. She was even more grateful that all three of them were a real family.

Just then, a knock on the door was heard. "I'll get it," Henry said. He walked to the door and opened it. To his shock, two men clad in navy-blue armor underneath silver jumpsuits and wearing black shades were present - one an Asian with short black hair and the other a Caucasian with shoulder-length auburn hair.

"Are you Henry Warnimont?" the Asian man asked in a tone that hinted at danger.

"Uh...why, yes," replied Henry, still stunned by the two men's presence. "What do you want with me?"

"Oh, it isn't you we want," the auburn-haired man replied, shaking his head. "We want the kid," he continued, pointing directly at Punky, who widen her eyes and gasped in horror. Brandon growled angrily at the two strangers on Henry's doorstep.

"Now you see here, whoever you are," said Henry sternly. "Nobody is taking my daughter away from me, not while I'm still standing."

The Asian man laughed darkly at Henry's remark. "Well, we'll just have to fix that," he declared. He held up his left arm and chopped Henry in the neck. Henry gasped, and his eyes widened before they closed. He fell to the ground in a coma.

Punky screamed in fear at what had happened to her foster father. She quickly went to him as more tears came down her face. "No, Henry," she pleaded, her voice cracking. "Please wake up. Don't go to sleep on me. Please, Henry. Please wake up."

"Don't you worry none, Punky Brewster," the auburn-haired man said as he smiled evilly. "Henry's fine. He's just stunned, that's all."

"H-h-how do you know who I am?" Punky asked in fear.

"Oh, we run all kinds of information on foster kids. Where we come from, we simply just have to paralyze unwarranted baggage."

At the words "unwarranted baggage," something inside of Punky had snapped. Anger had replaced her fear instantly. She stood up and faced the two men with a dark look. "Henry is not unwarranted baggage," she snarled. "He's the best foster father I've ever had. I'll never forgive you creeps for what you've done to him."

"I'm afraid you'll have to come with us, young lady," insisted the Asian man. "You have no choice or no say in the matter."

Brandon jumped at Punky's defense. He barked loudly to indicate that no harm would come to his best friend.

"Outta the way, mutt," spat the auburn-haired man. He pulled out a tranquilizer gun from his left holster and shot a dart at Brandon, and in an instant, the dog was dosed with drowsiness. He fell asleep on all four paws.

"Brandon!" shouted Punky, turning to her loyal companion. She then turned back to the two strangers and allowed her anger to take over. "You'll never take me alive. You hear me?" she growled, spoiling for a fight. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Like I said, you don't have a say or a choice in the matter," warned the Asian man. He came up close to Punky, knelt on one knee, and clasped Punky's shoulders very tightly; the girl flinched slightly, her anger still dominating her. "If you won't cooperate with us, we'll take you by force."

At that, he performed a powerful pressure point on Punky. Her eyes widened briefly and then closed as unconsciousness now began to overtake her. The Asian man lifted her up and placed her on his back. He stood up himself as he and his partner laughed everything off, and their laughter got louder and louder until everything went white, their laughter echoing from a distance.

Punky woke up and screamed her lungs out, then stopped. Her face was sweating. She panted from the nightmare she'd just had about her beloved foster father. It only served to increase her chances of never seeing him again. What would she tell her friends - that she wouldn't be able to live peacefully as long as social services were around? That she no longer trusted herself? That she'd be doomed to remain alone for all eternity? These were questions that ran through her mind. She got a look at her surroundings. What she saw was not her bedroom in Henry's apartment home, but some kind of guest room in a different home. It had a tannish color to it. There were two doors without knobs on either side of the room as well as a door with handles.

On top of the ceiling, Punky look at what was apparently the light turned off. She saw a mirror on the right side that also had a stand. Punky noticed that the bed she had slept and was covered in was very comfortable, and that her vest was on the mirror stand and her shoes and backpack beneath said stand. Another thing she noticed was that Brandon was with her, having awakened from her screaming. Yet another thing Punky noticed was that it was nighttime outside.

The door on the right automatically opened up to reveal four adults with cat-like characteristics as the fur on their bodies and fangs in their mouths demonstrated. The leader of the group was a red-maned, hazel-eyed male lion in a sky-blue leotard, his belt and boots a regular blue. To his left side were an amber-eyed, orange male tiger in a sea-green jumpsuit with exposed toes, and a pink-eyed woman in a one-piece orange-and-yellow leotard whose spotted golden hair and bare, spotted right shoulder indicated her as a cheetah, her right wrist adorned by two silver rings. To the lion's right side was a bald, peach-eyed, pointy-eared male grey panther whose tunic and baggy shoes were blue and whose suspenders had silver spikes on them, his right wrist having a silver wristband and his left forearm having a larger silver ring.

On their chests and trousers, the group each wore the symbol of a red circle depicting a picture of a black cat's head. They all sported muscular builds, the female less so than the males. Brandon jumped off Punky's bed and growled fiercely at the four strangers before him and Punky.

Punky stared blankly at the strangers, looking from left to right as if they were going to harm her. All she could manage, in a bare whisper, was, "Holy Macanoli..." It was a phrase she used often whenever she was surprised by something or someone. In this case, it was a group of someones.

"It's okay," the lion said to Punky and Brandon. "We're not gonna hurt you. My friends and I found you and yours near the Bottomless Chasm." He gestured to himself and his team. "We ran into a skirmish trying to find you, but we took care of it just in time." Brandon stopped growling but didn't lower his guard.

"My friends," Punky said, suddenly thinking of Allen, Cherie, Margaux, and Glomer. She asked the strangers, "What happened to them? Do you know where they are? I have to go find them."

"I'm sorry, young one. Not in the condition you're in," replied the tiger. "You all suffered from the effects of that portal, which put you in a deep sleep. I suppose from your screaming that you've recovered first. But if you'd like to know, your friends are in the second guest room. Snarf and the ThunderKittens are watching to see if they'll wake up too."

"Well, who are you guys? And, where am I?"

"I'm Lion-O, Lord of the ThunderCats," answered the lion, and he gestured to his comrades. "These are Tygra, Cheetara, and Panthro. You and your friends are inside our stronghold, the Cat's Lair."

"'Cat's Lair'?" repeated Punky, and she gulped, suddenly realizing the worst. "D-does that mean that...we're inside the mouth of a...g-giant cat?"

The bald one known as Panthro laughed off Punky's words. "No, little one. We're not inside an actual cat. The Cat's Lair is a fortress designed to resemble a cat. It's a fun place once you've known your way around it."

Punky sighed, satisfied that Panthro's answer lowered her fears a little. "What a relief."

"What's your name?" asked the woman called Cheetara.

"My name is Punky Brewster. I come from Chicago, Illinois. I live with my foster father, Henry Warnimont."

At the mention of "foster father" - or at least the word "father" - Lion-O's heart sank. He seemed to be thinking about how he never got to know his own father when he was but a cub. The tiger known as Tygra jogged Lion-O out of his daydream by elbowing him gently.

"Are you alright, Lion-O?" he asked.

"Hmm? Oh, yes. I'm fine. I...I sort of lost myself for a moment," replied the ThunderCat Lord quickly. Tygra chose to leave it at that as he, Lion-O, Cheetara, and Panthro still had to contend with Punky.

"I'm afraid we don't know any place called 'Chicago Illinois,'" confessed Cheetara. "Care to elaborate?"

"Chicago is a city in the state of Illinois. Chicago's a fabulous place with loads of people in it. And as I've said, I live with my foster father," Punky revealed.

Something in Tygra's mind surfaced about the city and state Punky mentioned. He was reminded about First Earth's timeline before it became Second Earth and eventually Third Earth. He knew that he and his fellow ThunderCats were descendants of both Earth cats and the Thunderian bloodline via DNA samples, among other things. It was then he realized that Punky and her team came from another dimension - First Earth. She's a frightened soul, but her bravery is admirable, he thought.

"You mean to say that you're an orphan?" inquired Panthro.

"Well, kind of," Punky answered. "My actual parents abandoned me when I was really little, so I had myself and my dog Brandon to rely on. But then I met up with Cherie Benson, and my roster of friends had grown."

"That's really terrible what happened to you," Lion-O sad with sadness in his voice. "No parent should ever leave their children behind." Again, he felt like he never got to know his father when he was a boy back on Thundera.

"Is Cherie the dark-skinned one you're referring to?" Cheetara asked.

"Yeah. That's the one," answered Punky before continuing, "Then my friendship meter got even bigger when Cherie and I met Margaux Kramer and Allen Anderson."

"Ah. You're referring to the girl and boy with golden-colored hair," deduced Tygra, his level-headedness never failing him.

"Of course!" Punky replied excitedly.

"What about that smaller creature that was with you guys when you arrived here?" asked Panthro.

"You mean Glomer? Well, he's a Glomley who comes from Chaundoon, a city at the end of the rainbow. He and his people are magic users."

"This is all very interesting," Tygra said, pondering this encounter with someone who was from a different timeline.

Punky's stomach rumbled, bringing the conversation to an abrupt halt. She clutched her stomach in pain. "Uuuhhh..." she groaned. Brandon's stomach also rumbled, and he had been forced to sit on all four paws, grumbling sadly.

"We'll get you, your dog, and your friends some food and drinks," Lion-O offered. "We'll make sure to talk more in the morning."

"Okay," Punky said weakly. "That sounds good."

The ThunderCats left Punky and Brandon's guest room so they could find Punky and her crew something to eat and drink. The door closed following the ThunderCats' departure, and that left Punky alone with her thoughts. One day she and her friends were at Henry's place, and the next they all landed in a different kind of place. It was just all too sudden for her. All it took was one botched attempt to help Henry to bring her here. Adding to that was the nightmare she had about Henry. She made a mental effort to not tell anyone about it, not even her friends. She didn't know what would happen if she did.

More than that, she wondered if she, Cherie, Allen, Margaux, Glomer, and Brandon would ever get home. She wasn't even sure if she should ask Glomer to transport them home only for him to fail once again. All these thoughts plagued Punky greatly. She hoped that, after her meal and a good night's rest, this would all be a dream. Yes, she figured, allowing herself a smile. She would wake up from all of this in no time.

It's only a's only a's only a's only a dream... Punky mentally repeated those four words, and yet she didn't let herself fall asleep just yet. Brandon also willed himself to stay awake, for although he and Punky were in another dimension, he would never let anything happen to her.

Punky Brewster/ThunderCats: Punks of Thunder
Chapter Notes: Punky meets the ThunderCats, and things between them start out awkward. The explantion of Thundera's destruction and the ThunderCats being descended from Earth cats were lifted from Seth Lockhart's ThunderCats: Origin (…) and ThunderCats II: Exodus (…), his movie-scripted rewrites of "Exodus," the series pilot of ThunderCats.

The ThunderKittens' "ThunderSmack" technique is based off the test footage for the now-shelved CGI 
ThunderCats movie, which is available now on YouTube (…).

The bit with Panthro being dropped into the Bottomless Chasm is from his starring episode, "Spitting Image," but I changed the chasm's nature. The next chapter will feature more interactions between Punky and the ThunderCats as well as the Mutants causing trouble.

© 2013 Philip Gipson.

PUNKY BREWSTER: TM & © NBCUniversal, Inc.
THUNDERCATS: TM & © Warner Bros. Entertainment, Inc. and Ted Wolf.

When they were rerun after their first broadcast, the first season of ThunderCats and the complete series of SilverHawks had the closed-captioning bits inserted in as a result of transferring both shows to tape.

Reruns of ThunderCats season one in the late 1985-86 season, while featuring the very iconic Rankin-Bass/Telepictures logo combination, featured these words at the end:


There was a second variant of those words:


In early 1986, when Telepictures merged with Lorimar Productions to become Lorimar-Telepictures, they obtained the LJN version of ThunderCats' first season, therefore replacing the 1983 Telepictures logo with their own prototype logo in March 1986.

In September that same year, the words "Closed Captioned for the Hearing Impaired" (complete w/CC symbol) appeared at the beginning of every episode of the LJN-printed first season, and Lorimar-Telepictures inserted in their new "crashing comets" logo at the end. It was also the month that SilverHawks debuted.

Now, when SilverHawks was rerun late in the 1986-87 season, the CC credits appeared at the beginning of the entire series along with these ending words:


In some markets during said season, neither SilverHawks nor ThunderCats season one's LJN version had the CC credits at the beginning, though the Rankin-Bass/Lorimar-Telepictures logo combo was retained for the latter and the former still had the above ending words.


Philip Gipson
United States

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