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CHAPTER SIX

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 can make you, Brandon, 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.

"Dismissed."

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, Punky...it'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...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 everliving 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...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.
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CHAPTER TWO

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.

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 (s6.zetaboards.com/CartoonDecad…) and ThunderCats II: Exodus (www.scribd.com/doc/74818010/Th…), 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 (www.youtube.com/watch?v=QtTZu9…).

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.



PUNKS OF THUNDER: 
© 2013 Philip Gipson.

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

Mumm-Ra's pyramid was awfully quiet. Even when the tips of the four obelisks surrounding it didn't emit any lightning, it was still a frightening place. But just then, those tips glowed immensely, and out their mystical lightning went, eventually coming upon the pyramid's own tip. Something very serious must've happened to want to awaken Mumm-Ra from his slumber.

"Who dare to disturb the sleep of Mumm-Ra?" boomed the demon-priest's voice from inside his sarcophagus in the tomb chamber. The eyes of the open-mouthed skull housing the mildewed, stone-grey crypt glowed green. The sarcophagus opened up to reveal the awakened, withered form of Mumm-Ra, himself bathed in an eerie green glow that evaporated quickly.

He walked out of the source of his strength and straight over to the boiling purple waters of his cauldron. With a simple stretchout of his arms, the cauldron emitted purple steam that dissipated to reveal a vision of the Cat's Lair. He covered himself up in his tattered robe and stared in disgust at the home of his most hated enemies.

"Those insufferable ThunderCats," he snarled. "What could they have done this time to awaken me from my sleep?"

The cauldron's vision shifted to the ThunderCats giving four unknown children, a dog, and a floating gopher a tour of the lair. He gazed at the newcomers curiously.

"Those six I have never seen before," he mused. However, when he sensed a powerful energy inside the gopher, he gaped. He widened his eyes, and they glowed pulsatingly. He looked closer at the small creature and narrowed his eyes.

"What is this? That gopher possesses magic that could rival my own. It could even rival Lion-O's precious Sword of Omens."

Stretching his arms out yet again, Mumm-Ra called out, "Nemesis, force of darkness, come to the aid of Mumm-Ra! Tell me of this strange gopher creature! Where does he hail from, and how will I use him to my advantage?!"

The cauldron's vision faded, and a massive, sky-blue fire appeared before Mumm-Ra, who then had his arms crossed in a ritual-esque manner. The fire spoke to the decayed mummy in a deep British voice, "The creature you speak of, Mumm-Ra, is called a Glomley. He comes from the magical dimension of Chaundoon, where Glomleys and leprechauns alike work together in harmony."

"Where is this Chaundoon?" asked Mumm-Ra.

"It exists at the edge of the rainbow, sealed off from outsiders," answered Nemesis. "But Chaundoon was not as it is today. Observe."

The fire dissolved, and only the cauldron remained. The cauldron revealed a vision of a less-colorful domain full of male and female Glomleys going about each other's businesses, some Glomleys fully clothed. The sky was back with gloomy, dark-grey clouds.

"Long ago," began Nemesis, his voice now having a reflective effect, "Chaundoon was not so magical. The Glomleys treated each other differently. They did not believe in harmony, nor in any other outside source. But that had changed one day, when an elderly male Glomley named Glomward believed his people could do more with themselves and their lives."

Next up, the cauldron showcased the Glomley that Nemesis spoke of, one who saw beyond the nature of his people. He had grey fur as opposed to the usual beige fur a Glomley had, and his face was that of a seasoned veteran. His hair and beard were a darker grey. He held a cane to keep himself steady. He looked on from his house at the present state his people were in, and his expression was of disappointment and sadness. Gathering his courage, he went outside to offer a solution to them.

"When Glomward addressed his people, he suggested that they look beyond what they think they knew about themselves and let themselves grow into something more," Nemesis continued as Glomward tried to reason with the Glomleys. His advice had gotten through to some of them, but the rest had protested what he proposed, and strongly believed they were happy the way they were, that they did not need any outside sources interfering with their way of life."

What the cauldron showed next definitely peaked Mumm-Ra's interest, for he was absorbed already into Chaundoon's history. He slightly leaned in, his eyes flashing a supernatural red. The cauldron's vision was of the Glomleys attacking each other in every sort - throwing, kicking, tripping, grappling, punching, strangling, and poking.

Nemesis continued to narrate their backstory. "A while later, the Glomleys ended up fighting each other over Glomward's words, almost to the point of extinction. They fought so much that logic and reason had given way to rage and barbarism."

"And what happened afterwards, Nemesis?" Mumm-Ra inquired.

"What happened next would change Glomleykind forever," replied Nemesis. "A stranger appeared before them. Her name was Prospora, a watcher from the dimension of Spectac."

Before the Glomleys was the turquoise-glowing feminine shape. It startled the them rightfully. The glow faded soon to reveal a wavy brown-haired, grey-eyed woman in a copper toga. Glomward and his kin stared at this stranger who appeared out of nowhere in their darkest hour.

"Prospora had witnessed the Glomleys' turmoil firsthand, and unknown to her people, she secretly travelled to Chaundoon to appeal to the Glomleys to surpass their way of thinking," continued Nemesis as Prospora conversed with the Glomleys. "She saw something in Glomward that he had yet to realize himself - that Chaundoon needed a leader."

"She was not a worthy candidate, perhaps," figured Mumm-Ra.

"You are correct," Nemesis noted. "Prospora believed Glomward to be Chaundoon's guardian, but Glomward did not believe that. He felt he was not worthy of leadership, that he was responsible for Chaundoon's destruction. Though he admitted his mistake, Prospora still saw in him great potential."

"Did he accept her offer?"

"Yes, Mumm-Ra, with some convincing. Prospora gave some of her power to Glomward, and a new uniform that would solidify his new status."

Prospora raised her left hand and generated a multi-colored sphere that ricocheted towards and enveloped Glomward in its light. For a minute, only the light remained, and the Glomleys were wondering what would become of the one they fought over earlier. But their fears were put to rest when the light faded to reveal Glomward in an all-white robe. They were taken aback by his new clothing, and so was he.

"Prospora told Glomward that if he used his new gift properly, his life would be prolonged," stated Nemesis. "She assured him that he would lead Chaundoon to a new age of peace and happiness, and bade him and the Glomleys farewell." Prospora disappeared in the same glow she arrived in.

"Very interesting," mused Mumm-Ra.

"Glomward concentrated on the paradise he envisioned Chaundoon to be. His concentration paid off," continued Nemesis once more. Glomward closed his eyes in concentration and held his left hand up in the air. It emitted sparkles waiting to be released. When Glomward opened his eyes, they glowed white, and the sparkles flew from his hand, stopping in the middle of the sky. They exploded and transformed Chaundoon into what Glomward had envisioned - a rebuilt, more-colorful paradise complete with fuschia sky and yellow clouds.

"And so began the Glomleys' path to the light." Glomward and his kin faced each other with hope and love now radiating within them, Prospera's words having gotten through to them. The Glomleys knelt before Glomward in a knight-like fashion, causing him to smile. "They promised themselves that they would never again give in to despair, and accepted Glomward as their leader."

"But what about the leprechauns, Nemesis?" Mumm-Ra asked. "How did they wind up in Chaundoon?"

"They arrived by accident," Nemesis answered for the demon-priest as the cauldron showcased a union between the Glomley and leprechaun peoples that was formed a while later that allowed Chaundoon to fully evolve into the city it was today, with Glomward overseeing everything. "They attempted to breach the time-space continuum and failed miserably. Instead of shunning them outright, Glomward - soon to be known to future Glomleys as 'the Great Glomley Elder' - offered them a place to stay."

"Well, this certainly changes things. How will all this help me to regain my dominance of Third Earth?"

The cauldron now shifted to an adult female Glomley holding a sleeping baby male Glomley covered in a purple blanket with an adult male Glomley right by their side.

"The Glomley that was born into Chaundoon, named Glomer, had been unaware of how Chaundoon used to be," said Nemesis. The cauldron magically zoomed in on baby Glomer, his quietness seemingly conveying innocence. "He unknowingly had inherited from his mother the darkness that no longer plagued his people."

The cauldron's vision showed a two-year-old Glomer getting chastised by his parents for pulling an unnecessary prank on another child Glomley. His response was simply getting angry at them through his magic, his eyes glowing white and his body surrounded by a lavender-colored aura that shook their household and would eventually destroy Chaundoon.

"Both his parents realized that Glomleykind's inner demons existed within their son, and through Glomward's teachings, they performed a spell that had, unfortunately, regressed some of Glomer's courage," Nemesis continued.

Glomer's parents took each other's hands, closed their eyes, and murmured a chant in an ancient lanuage without letting go of each other. The mother raised her right arm and the father his left; they opened their eyes, pointed at their son, and shot rainbow-colored laser beams at Glomer, whose aura changed to the exact same color with anger fading and his eyes no longer glowing. The mother gently picked him up and held him in his arms, relief coursing through her and the father. The last remaining darkness of Glomleykind was put to rest, but at a cost.

"That same Glomley child, now four years old, is among the newcomers of Third Earth, and is still unaware of Chaundoon's true history. You can use Glomer's homeland to turn him over the dark side, and cleanse Third Earth of the ThunderCats for good." Now the cauldron shifted to the present with floating, four-year-old Glomer and his five companions inside the Cat's Lair's hangar, with the ThunderCats showcasing the ThunderTank to the easily-frightened newcomers; it was the tank's cat-like features that caused them to fear it. The vision faded back to the boiling fluids.

Mumm-Ra snickered. "When do I begin, Nemesis?" he asked eagerly, raising his left hand through his robe.

"By nightfall, demon priest," replied Nemesis. "When the ThunderCats and their new guests turn themselves in for the night, you are to invade Glomer's mind and give him a nightmarish vision of Chaundoon. Strike at his homesickness with all the power you can muster."

Mumm-Ra narrowed his eyes and smirked. "Yes," he said in a much lower voice. "And I can project an image of Glomward to 'help' Glomer through his troubles while I'm at it."

"Exactly," Nemesis said in a pleasing tone. "Return now to your crypt. Third Earth will be yours once again, just as it was when you were the human pharoah, Ka-Rey-Bar." At the mention of Mumm-Ra's former self, the mummy merely scoffed and turned his back on the cauldron. When he was once the pharoah known as Ka-Rey-Bar, he ruled over all of Egypt and eventually First Earth. Those who opposed him back then had put him in his place - in the very same pyramid that had always been his home - but his evil would never be subdued.

"Ka-Rey-Bar is dead," Mumm-Ra replied flatly, retreating to his sarcophagus as ordered. He stated with a little more gusto, "Now there is only Mumm-Ra, the Everliving." He cackled quietly to himself at this new attempt to vanquish the ThunderCats and reclaim his right to rule Third Earth. Once he reached his resting place and went back to sleep, the lid closed shut, and all was quiet once again.


The alarm systems in the control room of Cat's Lair went off yet again, which meant trouble was afoot somewhere around Third Earth. The door opened, and in ran the ThunderCats and Team Punky, their tour of the lair interrupted. Lion-O sat in the central chair and turned on the screen to reveal the Warrior Maidens' Treetop Kingdom being invaded by the Reptilians with both sides fending off each other's attacks. Team Punky were horrified at what they were seeing.

"What's happening, Lion-O?" asked Punky.

"The Warrior Maidens are under attack by the Reptilians," fretted the ThunderCat Lord, turning his chair to face Punky and her crew.

Panthro, Tygra, and Cheetara were seated at all three sub-control panels monitoring different locations. "The Berbil Village is under seige as well," noted the panther with an edge in his voice.

"And the Unicorn Forest," Tygra said from his position. "It's possible that the Monkians and Jackalmen have intruded on both places, too," he calculated.

Cheetara checked out other locations from her position. "Who knows where the Mutants will strike next?" she added.

WilyKit and WilyKat were standing by the door. Kit stated, "The lair's all secure at the moment."

"They're probably biding their time," conceded Kat.

"Snyearf! Something doesn't feel right about all this," Snarf said with dread.

"You're right, Snarf," concurred Cheetara. "It's weird that those three races would act without their leaders present."

"Those Monkians, Reptilians, and Jackalmen - are they the Mutants you were talking about?" Margaux asked.

"Yes, Margaux," replied the cheetah, her face stern. "Their leaders' names are Slithe, Monkian, and Jackalman. Only Slithe's name is official, as Monkian and Jackalman have no real names for themselves. I prey to our Thunderian ancestors that you don't meet up with those three."

"Especially Vultureman, their mechanic," Lion-O added.

"Vultureman?" asked Allen with a raised eyebrow.

"Who's he?" asked Cherie equally.

"Bottom line - Vultureman was a servant of the former Mutant leader, Ratar-O. Now he's a bit of a loose cannon," Panthro briefly explained.

"That sounding very badley," concurred Glomer.

Lion-O stood up and addressed his brethren. "ThunderCats, the Berbils, Warrior Maidens, and Unicorn Keepers are going to need our help. I know this feels like a trap to lure us out of the Cat's Lair, but we can't ignore someone in need. So we're to lend our friends a hand."

"What're your orders, Lion-O?" asked Tygra.

"You, Cheetara, the ThunderKittens, and Panthro are with me. We'll draw those Mutants away from their intended targets and fight on even ground." Then Lion-O turned his attention to Snarf and Team Punky. "Snarf, you keep an eye on things here. Continue the tour of the lair with Punky and her friends, and fix them something to eat while you're at it."

"You can count on me, Lion-O. Snarf snarf," agreed Snarf ever so eagerly.

"Will you guys come back safely?" Punky asked Lion-O. "You promised me and my friends we'd all get to know each other more."

Lion-O knelt down to Punky's level and held her hands close to his. "Don't worry, Punky," he replied to her softly. "As your friend and the Lord of the ThunderCats, I'll do everything in my power to help the locals out there and come back here." Brandon studied Lion-O's face, and it actually was genuine. It told the canine that maybe the ThunderCats were good people after all. He smiled proudly.

"Thanks," said Punky with a smile, her heart thawing further at the ThunderCats' generosity.

Lion-O stood back up and announced, "Let's go, ThunderCats!"

"Right!" the other six agreed. Lion-O turned off the screen and ran out the door with Panthro, Kat and Kit, Tygra, and Cheetara following closely behind. The door opened for them and closed after they left.

"Well then, kids, let's fix us a treat we can all enjoy before we can resume the tour of the lair," Snarf said to Team Punky.

"Sure thing," Punky, Cherie, Margaux, Allen, and Glomer said, Brandon barking happily.

"Uh, do you have bathrooms? We have to use them," Allen asked.

"Plus, we have to brush our teeth," added in Margaux. "Do you have toothpaste and toothbrushes?"

"Of course, my dear children," answered Snarf. "Follow me."


Outside the lair, its right paw opened up to reveal the mighty ThunderTank zooming forward with the drawbridge extending automatically. Cheetara and Lion-O were in the front of the tank, and Tygra, Panthro, and the ThunderKittens were in a standing position with the tank's hatch already open.

"What's the plan, you guys?" Kit asked.

"We split into three groups in order to draw the Mutants out into the open," replied Lion-O. "We'll lead them to a safe location so we can fight freely with them."

"It's six against an entire army, but we're more than willing to accept the challenge," consoled Panthro.

"It's tragic that the people of this world are now involved in our war with the Mutants," lamented Cheetara. "They never asked to participate in it."

"There's not a thing we can do about that, Cheetara," ensured Tygra.

"Which three teams have you decided on, Lion-O?" Kat asked eagerly.

"Panthro and myself will take the Berbil Village, you and WilyKit take the Unicorn Forest, and Cheetara and Tygra will take the Treetop Kingdom," confirmed Lion-O.

"Sounds good to me," Panthro, clenching his fists together in anticipation, agreed. "We can finish the job and return to Punky's team in next to no time."

If only it were that simple, Cheetara thought, her sixth sense on full alert. Like Lion-O said, this feels like a trap.


Punky, Allen, Margaux, Cherie, Brandon, and Glomer were in the dining room once more after getting done in the bathroom. They were advised by Snarf to wait until his "special kind of food" was done. Plastic plates were already set up for the kids along with napkins and forks. Glomer was sitting with the kids instead of floating usually, and Brandon sat on the floor. To avoid boredom, they all decided to talk about their saviors.

"What do you think of the ThunderCats so far?" asked Punky of her friends.

"They don't seem all that bad," Allen said. "They could've kicked us out or worse, but they didn't. They risked their lives for us. I just...I just can't see them being evil."

"They may be good and all, but I still feel weird talking to a bunch of alien cats. And they haven't even coughed up any hairballs," confessed Margaux, which elicited snickers from her friends.

"I admit that the ThunderCats are only looking out for our best interests," chimed in Cherie once the snickering died down. "Our conversation with them in this room convinced me that we're in good hands."

"I feeling exact same way," Glomer agreed. "Lion-O person and ThunderCats bear no ill will against us."

And now it was Punky's turn to talk. "Honestly, I thought the ThunderCats would do me in personally. It's true that we're still outsiders here on this Third Earth, but, something about Lion-O reminds me of myself." Her friends looked at her curiously.

"How's that, Punky?" Cherie asked.

"I have the strongest feeling that he and I may not be so different. His childhood was probably even rougher than mine." What Punky didn't know was that Lion-O's childhood was stolen from him when he arrived on Third Earth mysteriously 10 years older. "It's as if we both share something in common, despite being different species."

Brandon barked to everybody about the ThunderCats, especially Lion-O. He now bore a more positive expression on his face even after he distrusted the young lord and his team. He walked up to Punky, and the girl gracefully patted him on the head.

"You feel that way too, don't you, Brandon?" she asked happily, to which Brandon nodded a yes. Punky turned to the others and asked the one question that had been on all their minds. "I wonder how the ThunderCats are doing right now?"

"They said that they're used to danger, so we should trust them on that," Margaux replied nonchalantly.

"Shouldn't we be entitled to just a little worry?" Allen asked.

"I trust ThunderCats to survive encounter with Mutants," Glomer interjected. "Glomer have faith in them."

Punky looked to the floor in quiet contemplation. "I hope you're right, Glomer," she said. "I hope you're right."


The ThunderCats, Reptilians, Jackalmen, and Monkians were now in the Hunting Plains staring down each other. The ThunderCats had barely but successfully led the three Mutant groups to this place, for only here would they all fight on common ground, Lion-O reasoned. The Mutants seemed to accept his offer, and now here they all were. The area they were in didn't have the usual long grass that dominated most of the plains, but rather normal-looking grass.

The Hunting Plains were so named due to the fact that one enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. It would suit the Mutants well, for they'd always been on the hunt for Thunderians; the ThunderCats, however, would always fight for what was right, for their code forbade the slaughtering of another person, be they good or evil.

A short, dark-brown kangaroo with hooves, a Rumpa, hopped on carelessly from the background. It never even paid attention to the battle that was about to happen. Fortunately, it would never get that chance.

The Reptilian leader in yellow drew his scimitar and uttered to the ThunderCats sinisterly, "Draw," as his fellows drew their own scimitars, the Monkians pulled out their axes, and the Jackalmen readied their laser blasters.

The ThunderCats unveiled their own weapons. Lion-O put on the Claw Shield and unsheathed the Sword of Omens, which shifted to its full-length mode unbidden; Cheetara took out her baton and swung it reflexively, changing it into a staff, and held it in her hands; Tygra grabbed the three bolas on his handle and revealed his full whip; Panthro pulled his nunchuks out of nowhere and swung/twirled them about; WilyKit and WilyKat got out some pellets and held them tight in their fists like the warriors they were.

"All right, Mutants," declared Lion-O boldly, pointing his sword in the three groups' direction. "We're all here. Anytime you're ready."

"Hoo-hoo-hoo! The Monkians will take the ThunderKittens," said the Monkian leader with a high voice.

"We'll take the panther and cheetah," the drawl-voiced Jackalman leader with an exposed torso proclaimed. Most of the other Jackalmen had an exposed torso while the other half wore straps on theirs.

The Reptilian leader gave an astoundingly smile. "That just leaves my kind with Lion-O and Tygra." His kind simply nodded. The plan that the real Mutant leaders had in store for the ThunderCats inquired a fully-united front.

"Very well then," said Lion-O, gripping his sword in both hands.

"ATTAAAACK!" the Reptilian leader roared, motioning all the Mutants forward to eliminate the ThunderCats, who advanced toward the Mutants. And so, the battle began.


"Here you go, everybody!" Snarf exclaimed cheerily as he rolled in a carton of foods. At the top were ground nut stew in a large clear bowl and a large spoon to go with it, cut-up breadfruit on a large white plate with a fork and knife, applesauce in six smaller bowls, and candyfruit lemonade in six blue plastic cups. On the bottom were two medium-sized orange bowls of grass pea soup and candyfruit lemonade. Team Punky looked at the food and sniffed its scent. They continued looking on as if they were in a trance.

"That's one brilliant meal you've cooked up, Snarf," Allen said admirably.

"Why, thank you, Allen," responded Snarf. "I always make sure everyone keeps up their strength."

"That meal be very goodley," Glomer said, already looking famished.

"And how," breathed Margaux.

"I think you'd better hurry with the food," Cherie said to Snarf, giving him a wink and thumb up.

"I second that," added Punky as she nodded in agreement.

"Coming right up. Snarf snarf," Snarf said. He served everyone on the table the ground nut stew first, the breadfruit second, the applesauce third, and the candyfruit lemonade fourth. He served Brandon the bowled grass pea soup and candyfruit lemonade. Snarf himself placed the rest of the food and his own plastic cup on the floor, joining Brandon and everyone else in getting their grub on.

While everyone was eating, Team Punky was suddenly curious about Snarf's background. What was his purpose when Thundera existed? Did it still matter, even on Third Earth? Now was the perfect time to ask him.

"Snarf, did you have some kinda special duty when your old homeworld was still alive?" Punky asked.

"My kind, the Snarfs, had often been in the service of the nobles of Thundera," Snarf began. "We lived in the Valley of Snarfs, always eager to help out anyone in need. Despite serving Thunderian nobility, we did have our own lives to lead."

"That's cool," Cherie chirped, her eyes widening briefly. "Anything else we should know about you?"

"When Thundera was destroyed, 43 of us Snarfs found our way to an uninhabited planet we dubbed the Planet of Snarfs. It was where we began new lives outside Thunderian territory, but we would never forget where we came from."

"Does the Planet of Snarfs still exist?" asked Margaux.

"Of course it does," Snarf answered. "It's where my nephew Snarfer lives. He arrived on Third Earth through imprisonment by Ratar-O. The ThunderCats and I were able to rescue Snarfer from the former Mutant leader. Lion-O did battle with him and secretly placed a locator disc on him; that disc was designed by Panthro specifically for some allies from space. When Ratar-O was defeated, he left vowing revenge on Lion-O. But that would never happen, because Mandora the Evil Chaser, an officer of the Interplanetary Control Force, arrived and arrested that no-good rat."

"That probably being some battle, huh?" Glomer said, heavily interested in Snarf's story.

"Definitely." Snarf's face took on a somber tone for what he was going to say next. "Even before Snarfer came to this world, I was already doubting my role on the ThunderCat team. I didn't think there was more I could do for Lion-O." Then his expression turned cheerful. "But both Snarfer and Lion-O managed to snap me outta my funk. Now I'll continue to serve the ThunderCats till the end o' my days."

Brandon came up to Snarf and licked the latter creature's face as a sign of respect. Snarf felt rather embarrassed. "W-w-what was that for, Brandon?" he asked.

"It means he understands homesickness well," Punky replied. "Everyone has the right to feel homesick sometimes. I used to worry a lot about my parents' whereabouts, but I had a chance to start over again thanks to Henry." She placed her hands on her heart and closed her eyes, feeling very happy inside. "He's the closest thing I have to a father."

"Well, thank goodness you have both friends and family looking after you," Snarf said to the girl.

"Hear, hear!" exclaimed Punky's friends. Brandon barked affirmatively.


The ThunderCat-Mutant fight was pretty fierce. The ThunderCats were split into three teams: WilyKit and WilyKat versus the Monkians, Cheetara and Panthro versus the Jackalmen, and Lion-O and Tygra versus the Reptilians. All three sides really cut loose on each other with no restrictions. It would be the Third Earth battle of the century with no bystanders, something that would go down in history.

Cheetara, despite her doubts, was as determined as her brethren to end the battle quickly. She and Panthro spun their weapons, using them as shields against the Jackalmen's laser beams. The beams bounced across the Hunting Plains, exploding some of their long grass. The Jackalmen reloaded their blasters and aimed them pointblank at the two ThunderCats before them, definitely eager to obliterate them. Panthro and Cheetara were prepared, holding their trademark weapons with pride and dignity.

Cheetara pointed her staff on the ground, and at her mental command, it extended slightly, allowing her to polevault over the Jackalmen before becoming a regular staff again, stupefying them somewhat. Now she was facing the opposite direction, giving herself and Panthro a real chance to battle the jackal Mutants face to face. Some of them turned to face Cheetara while the others were still facing Panthro. Cheetara swung her staff up in the air briefly and brought it point blank to the Jackalmen on her side. They responded by putting their blasters away and unleashing their maces on her, but thanks to her natural speed, a talent belonging to the Thunderian cheetah clan, she avoided getting clubbed.

Panthro smiled that very smile that earned him the nickname "the deadly" back on Thundera. He would certainly enjoy battling the Jackalmen on his side. They shot their blasters, but Panthro easily brushed the lasers aside by deflecting them with his nunchuks, just swinging and twirling away. He pointed the blue half of his weapons at the Jackalmen and shot a fuschia stun laser at them, knocking them off balance. Then he shot forth a white mist compound from the red half. The jackal Mutants could not see a thing since they were still regaining their bearings, yet they wouldn't have that chance as Panthro put his nunchuks away, dogpiled two Jackalmen, and bashed them in the nuzzles with his fists, knocking them out cold, and he used their bodies as leverage to twirl-kick the other Jackalmen.

The ThunderKittens were enjoying doing battle with the Monkians, for they already did some damage to the simian bunch with their pellets; the Monkians were sporting scrapes over their foreheads, legs, and torsos, but they were unphased. They savagely swung their axes at the twins, who effortlessly dodged the assaults, only for two stray axes to cut just a small fraction of their manes. They jumped up and delivered a double kick to two of the Monkians with no problem. Two more Monkians retaliated by punching Kat and Kit in the stomachs, forcing the twins to drop to their knees and clutch their stomachs in pain. They managed to roll out of the way of the Monkians' own kicks, and they needed time to recover first before striking back.

Tygra and Lion-O were busy fending off the Reptilians. Tygra swung his whip and cracked it on the ground like he meant business, as if daring the Mutant lizards to attack. Lion-O held the Sword of Omens in front of him like a true swordsman. The Reptilians advanced towards their targets with their scimitars raised. Lion-O responded by clashing his own blade with theirs. Though he was less skilled than the other ThunderCats, he would never give up. None of them would.

Tygra swung his whip and wrapped it around the hands of one Reptilian and tugged at him, tripping him over and making him drop his sword. Six more of the evil lizards slashed their swords at the tiger architect. With some clever acrobatics (flipping, twirling, and leaping), Tygra dodged the slashing. A Reptilian hand struck Tygra from behind, causing him to fall on the ground. He turned around to look in horror at a Reptilian with a blaster trained right at him. The lizard fired, but at the last minute his target turned invisible on the spot, leaving only charred ground. He searched everywhere for Tygra only to get a swift kick in the back, clumsily drop his laser, and fall to the ground. He managed to sit up and see a smirking Tygra reappearing in front of him, having paid him back. The Reptilian could only grunt in anger.

Lion-O and the Reptilians he was up against continued their blade clash. The lizard minions meant business, but still Lion-O wouldn't give up. He twirled the Sword of Omens around with both hands and resumed his fight then. It seemed like a lifetime ago that he was next in line to be the Lord of the ThunderCats like his father before him. As he did battle with the Reptilians, he found himself thinking about the sudden arrival of Punky and her friends. It made no sense that they were on Third Earth, especially to the ThunderCats. To think it all started with that all-too-brief magical storm. Out of everyone in Team Punky, Lion-O felt the closest to their leader; something about her reminded him of himself when he was a child long before the mantle of ThunderCat Lord fell onto him. He actually meant what he said to her before he and his friends took off to fight the Mutants, and he was sure going to keep that promise. His determination prominent, he backflipped barrel-roll style over the Reptilians, motioning them to keep going.


Snarf guided Punky and her crew (Glomer chose to walk instead of float to conserve his magic) back to the Cat's Lair's hangar, for although he was small, basically he was an adult like Lion-O, Tygra, Panthro, and Cheetara were. The side of the hangar they were in wasn't the ThunderTank one, but one that housed a different kind of ThunderCat vehicle. Punky's unit gazed at it - a white-and-red aerial type that had cat-like features like the land-based ThunderTank, but was different enough to stand on its own. The ship's wings were folded, it had a cat-shaped face with fangs, and it was resting on its paw-shaped legs. On top of the white half were three laser cannons. It wasn't nearly as frightening to them as the ThunderTank.

"This, my friends, is the Feliner," announced Snarf. "The ThunderCats built this thing a while ago, but they needed a hyperspace mega-condenser to finish the job. It's capable of both space and global travel. It was first used to take Snarfer back to the Planet of Snarfs following the Ratar-O incident."

"Do you think we could ever ride it?" asked Margaux, gesturing to herself and her allies.

"I'll have to check with the ThunderCats first whenever they get back from fending off the Mutants," Snarf replied. "You just may get a kick outta flying the Feliner. WilyKat came up with the ship's name when he and Tygra designed its blueprint."

"You know what, Snarf? Maybe we would enjoy it," beamed Punky. She, Allen, Margaux, Cherie, and Brandon were suddenly reminded of Punky's school presentation about being an astronaut. It'd been Punky's dream to explore the universe until the tragic explosion of the Space Shuttle Challenger struck her hard. In spite of that tragedy, Punky refused to surrender. She still held on to the hope that she would travel the stars, and she would work hard to achieve that dream. She even told Glomer about it, and he'd shown nothing but praise for her, which lifted her spirits even more.

Snarf just stood there admiring these six strangers from First Earth. He and the ThunderCats were unsure about them, yet after their conversations, he silently admitted that Team Punky was growing on him. Tears of joy came out of his eyes, and he sniffed his nose at the sight he was seeing. He hoped that Punky and her friends would make an impact on the rest of Third Earth. Team Punky took notice of how he was gazing at them.

"Are you okay, Snarf?" asked Cherie.

"I'm fine, Cherie," he replied, his voice emotional. "Just seeing all of you takes me back to the simpler times on Thundera, when Lion-O was only a cub."

"You've probably done an excellent job at raising him," Allen said. "He seems to look incredibly healthy."

"Certainly, my boy," beamed Snarf. "I was personally selected by Lion-O's parents, the late Claudus and Liana, to look after him. No matter how hard things got, I never left Lion-O's side. He's like a son to me, even though I'll never replace his parents."

His speech got "aw"s from Punky, Cherie, Glomer, Allen, and Margaux and a whimper of empathy from Brandon. To hear that Snarf had always been there for Lion-O before Thundera's untimely demise indicated that he wasn't just Lion-O's guardian, but his friend.

Glomer asked Snarf, "So what we be doing now?"

"Lion-O instructed me to guide you all through the rest of the Cat's Lair, so that's what I'm gonna do. Snarf snarf."

"Lead the way," Punky advised, giving Snarf a thumb up.

"You got it, Punky," said Snarf, returning the gesture. Out he and Team Punky went to explore more of the lair. So far today was turning out to be interesting.


WilyKit and WilyKat had finally recovered from their gut punches after struggling to avoid the Monkians' axe slashes. It was crucial to them that they stay alive to keep fighting the good fight.

"You alright, Kat?" Kit asked her brother.

"I'm fine, Kit," he responded. "I think you know what we're about to do."

"I know. It's now or never." The ThunderKittens stood up to face the Monkians, who were advancing towards the twins with murderous expressions.

"It's that time," stated Kat. Both he and Kit put on fierce faces at unleashing their special move on the Monkians.

The twins of mischief remembered their training with Lion-O and acted on it. Kat kicked one Monkian in the shins, Kit poked another in the eyes, and both siblings karate-chopped one more in the neck, forcing all three to drop their weapons and rendering the one they attacked together into a coma. And then came the attack - Kit and Kat somersaulted into the air, clasped their fists together, and brought them down upon the helmeted heads of yet two more Monkians while letting out a cheerful yell, too. Like what they did with Lion-O in the training room at Cat's Lair, their two Monkian victims' bodies vibrated all over, shocking the rest of the simian clan.

The ThunderKittens' new technique drew the attention of everybody else on the other two sides. Except for Lion-O, whose eyes had a sense of admiration, they were all stunned by this display of violence. It was truly a sight to see, for although those two Monkians finally stopped vibrating, they touched their heads so that their brains could stop vibrating as well.

Tygra was the first to speak up, facing Lion-O in a mix of anger and dismay. "Did you teach those cubs that trick?" he sternly asked, pointing a finger at the younger ThunderCat.

Lion-O replied, "Nope. They learned that move all by themselves. I witnessed it firsthand in the training room. I have to admit, they've outdone themselves."

Panthro, as a warrior, snapped out of his shock long enough to laugh jovially at the ThunderKittens' new attack. "Now there's something you don't see every day," he said through barely-restrained giggles.

Cheetara asked the twins, "What do you call that attack?"

Kat and Kit looked at each other before facing their fellow ThunderCats. "The ThunderSmack," they said together.

Kit continued, "Me and WilyKat felt we needed a change of pace from our usual routine. So what you saw from us was totally original."

"I hope that your ThunderSmack isn't lethal," cautioned Tygra. "We do have a code to uphold."

"We never designed the ThunderSmack to be that way," Kat explained. "Sure, it can rattle people, but it doesn't outright vanquish them."

"Hey, furballsss!" a Reptilian in grey rags called out to the ThunderCats as he raised his scimitar in frustration. "We all got a ssscore to settle if you're done jawing around!"

"Oops! How could we forget?" Panthro interjected with humor, rubbing his bald head. "Shall we, ThunderCats?"

"Indeed, old chum," Tygra responded with spirit. The ThunderCats and Mutants got back into their stances. And so, the battle resumed.


While the battle continued outside, inside things were still progressing smoothly. Snarf had now brought Punky's unit to the council chamber where the round table and its six rotatable chairs were.

"This place is where we hold all council meetings on urgent matters," discussed Snarf. "Tygra always calls a meeting here despite Lion-O leading the ThunderCats."

"That's an amazing round table there," Cherie said. "It reminds me of the legend of King Arthur."

"Me, too, Cherie," agreed Punky.

"Could I be a knight in shining armor while you reminisce?" joked Allen, which illicited giggles from Punky, Brandon, Cherie, and Glomer.

Something about Cherie's mention of the words "King Arthur" sparked a memory in Snarf's mind about someone called by that name during the mysterious knight's stay at Cat's Lair. He showed no restraint in challenging Lion-O to a battle to the death, which Lion-O gullibly accepted. When the knight emerged the victor, he revealed himself to be Mumm-Ra in disguise, having stolen Arthur's sword Excalibur from the Lady of the Lake to be used against the Sword of Omens. But the wizard Merlin intervened, magically discarded Mumm-Ra's disguise, and sent the demon priest packing. Feeling guilty for accepting Mumm-Ra's challenge, Lion-O asked Merlin to return Excalibur to the Lady of the Lake. It was an adventure Snarf himself would remember for eternity.

He found himself agreeing with Cherie's statement as he said, "I believe you, Cherie. I honestly do."

Margaux boldly remarked as she sat in one of the chairs and rotated it to face her crowd, "I think this table would look astonishing for someone of royal status." She flicked her hair to emphasize her point. It was one of these times where she enjoyed flaunting her status in front of other people.

"Margaux, that table is for everybody to sit at, regardless of their statuses," Snarf interated. "Sometimes it's even used for celebrations." He, Cherie, Punky, Allen, and Glomer sat down at the table as Margaux shifted her chair back to its original position. To Snarf's left side were Cherie, Punky, and Margaux, and to his left were Allen and Glomer. Punky turned her chair around to face Brandon.

"Here, boy," she said sweetly, tapping twice on her lap. Brandon happily obliged and jumped on Punky's lap, and Punky turned to face everybody else while petting Brandon's head, which he found soothing as he sighed. "All present and accounted for, Snarf," she announced.

"I see the ThunderCat emblem on here," said Cherie as she took notice of said emblem implanted on the table. "That must say a lot."

"Yes, it does," Snarf agreed.

"Me think us needing to be resting a bit before touring again," informed the four-year-old Glomley.

"Okey-dokey, Glomer," agreed Allen.

"Will we be getting a tour of Third Earth as well whenever the ThunderCats return?" asked Cherie.

"Yeah. The six of us haven't been in this dimension long," chimed in Margaux.

"As a matter of fact, the ThunderCats and I have been thinking about this a lot since you guys came here," Snarf explained. "We originally considered keeping you safe from the dangers that Third Earth has."

This got a response of gasps from Punky and her team. The ThunderCats were going to shelter them for their own safety? Did the ThunderCats not see that the newcomers were trustworthy enough, especially to venture out on their own? Would Team Punky not get the freedom they need?

Punky put on a determined face and gave Snarf a piece of her mind. "You listen here, Snarf. My friends and I have been through plenty together. Through good times and bad, we stuck together. We'll keep on sticking together even though we won't always agree on everything. I never run from danger, because I've got PUNKY POWER!" She raised her right fist in the air when she shouted her favorite phrase of action.

She reminds me of a certain ThunderCat I know, thought Snarf as he widened his eyes at Punky's words. As foolish as he can be sometimes, Lion-O never runs from danger. He smirked, raised an eye, and pointed casually at Punky. "Snyearf. You've really got guts," he said aloud.

"Thanks," responded Punky as she resumed petting Brandon. "And we're starting to like your Cat's Lair so far. "We've seen the guest rooms, the control room, the hangar, the dining room, the bathrooms, and this room even. Please tell me there's more of this place."

"Why, certainly, young one. All of you are going to see the entirety of Cat's Lair in no time."

"You're actually not bad, Snarf...for a little guy," Margaux cracked.

This irked Snarf. "Little? I, dear Margaux, am the eldest next to Panthro, and formerly Jaga."

"Who's Jaga? Is he a ThunderCat, too?" asked an excited Allen.

"He was a ThunderCat, Allen." What Snarf was going to say about the now-dead ThunderCat elder would bring up strong memories, but he had to be brave, for the sake of himself and Punky and her unit.

"Snarf friend, did something be happening to Jaga person?" asked Glomer in genuine conern.

After a moment of hesitation, Snarf began the tale of Jaga. "Jaga was a well-respected ThunderCat in the old days of Thundera. Thunderians and Snarfs everywhere looked up to him. He was the right-hand man of Claudus. The mistakes he'd made only served to strengthen him, and he was dubbed 'Jaga the Wise' as a result."

"That sounds epic," said Punky. "Is there more?"

Snarf was about to reveal more of Jaga's story when the whole lair was struck by an earthquake, knocking everyone out of their seats. Snarf got up and looked out the window. He could make out two Skycutters piloted by Monkian and Jackalman, Slithe in the Nosediver, and Vultureman in his vulture-style flying machine. He started quivering at the sight of the four Mutants; they would choose now to attack the lair. Punky's unit got up and noticed Snarf's position near the window.

"What's going on, Snarf?" Cherie asked despairingly.

"I-i-it's the Mutants," informed Snarf, turning to face Punky's crew now.

"Aren't the ThunderCats still fighting them?" Punky wondered.

"No, no, no. The four main Mutants are outside bombarding the lair - Slithe, Monkian, Jackalman, and Vultureman."

"Uh-oh," interjected Glomer. "That sounding very badley. What we gonna do?"

Snarf couldn't afford to break down, not in front of these six young souls. Reaching deep down inside of him, he tempered his quivering and pulled himself together. He put on a face of pure bravery, and he clasped his fists together.

"Come with me to the control room, guys," he said sternly. "Lion-O and the others need more time. No way am I letting Slithe and his bunch have their way today."

"Snarf?" questioned Margaux.

"Lion-O entrusted me to look after all of you. I'm not about to let him down. ThunderCats never give up."

He walked out the door with Team Punky immediately following close behind him. If he was to go down, it would be as a warrior, his experiences fueling his resolve.

Punky Brewster/ThunderCats: Punks of Thunder
Chapter Notes: Here's chapter four finally. It's been grueling, but I've completed it just in the nick of time. Nemesis, the force of darkness, was seen in only two episodes of the first season of ThunderCats ("The Doomgaze" and "Queen of 8 Legs"). Mumm-Ra's human self, Pharoah Ka-Rey-Bar, is from a story in the 1989 Marvel UK ThunderCats Annual titled "Past Perils." Rumpas are kangaroo-deer hybrids on Third Earth, and the one I included in the ThunderCat-Mutant fight is a nod to "Graveyard of Memories," the Panthro-based 10th issue of Marvel's US ThunderCats comic series.

The Valley of Snarfs appeared in the second season of 
ThunderCats ("ThunderCubs" Parts 1-5 and "Locket of Lies"). Ratar-O's fate after season one's two-part episode "Feliner" is something I've altered to suit the plot of this story. Also in that same episode, the Planet of Snarfs and Snarfer, Snarf's nephew, were introduced. WilyKat coming up with the Feliner's name comes from this fic by spacedangel: thundercatsfans.org/tcfans/fan…. Other ThunderCats fics by spacedangel can be viewed at the very same link.

Lion-O wore a locator disc in the "All That Glitters" episode from ThunderCats season one, Punky's school presentation of being an astronaut is lifted from the second-season finale of Punky Brewster titled "Accidents Happen," and Lion-O battling a Mumm-Ra-disguised King Arthur comes from the first-season ThunderCats episode "Excalibur."



PUNKS OF THUNDER: © 2014 Philip Gipson.

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

"CLOSED CAPTIONED
FOR THE HEARING-IMPAIRED
WITH FUNDS PROVIDED BY
TELEPICTURES CORPORATION
AND
LJN TOYS, LTD."

There was a second variant of those words:

"CLOSED CAPTIONED FOR
THE HEARING IMPAIRED
WITH FUNDS PROVIDED BY
TELEPICTURES CORPORATION
AND LJN TOYS LIMITED"

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:

"CLOSED CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE
BY LORIMAR-TELEPICTURES AND
KENNER-PARKER TOY, INC."

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.

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