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 Everliving. 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 or 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 should get to know more about him and his compatriots first," 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 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 dream...it's only a dream...it's only a dream...it'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.