Ha ha ha!
Aah!
Ha ha ha! First thing they're gonna do when they get back to Gotham
is tell all their buds the martians are coming.
Second thing.
First they gotta get their pants cleaned.
Ha ha ha!
Woman's voice on radio: Having fun with the new toy?
Heh. You built us a winner, doc.
Wish I had one of these in the last war.
Woman: I'm sure they'll be another soon enough.
Now how 'bout some numbers?
R and b pressure: 20, 40 p-s-I.
Excel pressure: 1104... Fuel temp: 280...
Air speed...
Did you say 280?
Roger. 2-8-0.
That a problem?
Get out. Get out right now.
You saying you want us to just leave it?
Yes. My team will be along for it in 5 minutes.
But... Land right now
and get as far away from the vehicle as fast as you can.
I'm telling you, scab, it was a u.F.O.
Who cares?
We got something more important to do.
Oh, yeah, we do, don't we?
Ha ha ha.
You know why the jokerz come all the way out here
to do our initiations?
So no one can hear you scream.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
What are you gonna do to me...
Exactly?
You scared, Lee?
Nope. Just curious.
Then step right this way.
[Vroom]
Wait a minute.
Oh, it's the u.F.O.
Probably fat t's crew spying on us.
All the other gangs want to know how we do our initiations.
Aah!
Whoa.
[Bird chirping]
It's ok.
Scab, this is a u.F.O., isn't it?
Wake up, coe, all the writing's in English.
You can read?
Uh, if this isn't a u.F.O, then what is it?
Don't know.
[Beeps]
Ha ha ha.
Now I know what this thing is.
What?
Ours. Ha ha ha!
[Groaning]
You guys enjoying the ride?
You think maybe you could slow it down a little?
[Vomiting]
Ha ha ha!
Doc on radio: I'm addressing whoever stole the experimental vehicle.
That'd be me.
Who are you?
You sound hot. Are you hot?
Listen to me.
That vehicle is government property.
You have to return it now.
Typical babe...
Ain't even met you, and you're already giving me orders.
There's another reason you need to return it.
Blah, blah, blah.
[Rock music plays]
What's that?
Party time.
[Cheering]
Nice ride, scab. Where'd you get it?
My grades were good
so my folks bought me a car.
Ha ha.
Let's take it out for a spin.
You got it.
Who's hungry?
Man on intercom: Welcome to beefee burger.
May I take your order, please?
2 dozen burgers, fries, couple gallons of shakes.
And a big beefer.
To go.
Uh.
60 units please.
But beefee says it's on the house.
Sir, I-I really can't...
[screams]
Beefee says.
[Gulps]
[Laughing]
Uh-oh.
Hey, bats, want to race?
I think it's some kind of military vehicle.
Real fast and maneuverable.
So stop them.
Easy for you to say.
[Horns honking]
Gotcha.
What do you say we finish him off
up close and personal?
Yeah!
All of you...
To finish one guy?
Unh!
What happened to up close and personal?
Shut up.
Bye-bye, bats.
[Yelling]
You all right?
Nothing a few transplants won't cure, but...
Good enough.
Wait a minute.
Who are you? What's going on?
That's classified.
Government stuff, huh?
That's what I figured.
You don't know anything.
I know who jacked your ride.
Who?
Give me a lift.
I want them as bad as you do.
No deals.
They're jokerz.
Madmen.
No. Kids.
You're gonna have to think like they do.
Can you?
That other ship...
It was nowhere near as fast as this one
or as big.
Sure wasn't.
So how come we didn't trash 'em?
Uh, 'cause we got more important things to do.
We do?
The ts, kid, the ts.
They gotta be educated.
Yeah!
Nice plane.
Not quite as nice as the jokerz', though.
Thanks.
I built it.
Then you should've kept a better eye on it.
I ordered the pilots to abort.
Why?
Not your problem.
You want me to help you or not?
The fuel cell has a design flaw.
Like...
A breach in the vehicle's reactor.
Reactor?
As in nuclear?
But that's been illegal for years.
You can take out half the city.
Don't you think I know that?
But how was I supposed to make something state-of-the-art
on the pitiful budget the government gave me, how?
Look, we need to find those dregs.
And you said you could help.
I'd start down there.
Oh, no.
[Moaning]
They're ts, another gang.
Been fighting with the jokerz for years.
That doesn't mean they deserve this.
It's all because of me.
And it's only gonna get worse.
Smoked 'em! Whoo hoo!
Sure did.
But there's a lot of fat butts
still to kick, j-man.
Fat ts' headquarters.
He can't stop us anymore,
not with this thing.
Whoo-hoo!
All they had were some chains and tasers.
Well, they should've been prepared.
Guess they were never in the boy scouts.
Ha ha ha ha.
[Explosion]
Them again.
[Gasps]
Aah!
What are you doing?
Stopping them.
Better turn, scab, you better turn.
She wants to play chicken.
That's a game I always win.
Ha ha ha.
If we hit them the reactor will blow up.
No, it's shielded from impact.
But right after the crash
you're gonna have to use this key to deactivate it.
Hello? I don't think I'm gonna be in any condition to...
Yes, you will.
Scab, I don't think they're gonna turn.
Shut up.
Scab!
[Beeping]
[Moaning]
Did you kill the reactor?
No. They got away.
You built some ship, lady.
You have to stop them.
You'll be ok?
In another few minutes it won't matter.
Now, go!
[Engine stalling]
[Power surges]
All right.
Whoa!
Where are they going?
To grandma's for milk and cookies.
Don't want to rat out the jokerz, huh?
They're my bros.
Yeah? Well, your bros just ditched you.
I... I...
Looks like you're an only child now.
They're going to bust up the ts' headquarters
at the old subway station.
I don't know when, though.
Let's hope it's not too late.
Out. Everyone.
Out!
Freak. Nobody gives orders to fat t.
Nobody.
Aah!
Now, all of you get out of here.
Please.
[Rumbling]
So where are they all?
What's that?
[Coughing]
Ugh!
Gonna finish this now, bats.
You'll go, too.
The reactor's overloading.
Nice try.
[Humming]
Look at it.
That key'll stop it.
Can't do it.
Are you out of your mind?
I'm not giving this up.
For once in my life I've got some real power.
You never had any with the jokerz?
Don't make me laugh.
They were just a crutch.
So's this ship.
Yeah, but it's a crutch with muscle.
I'm telling you it won't last.
Maybe... Maybe not...
But you won't be around to care.
[Moaning]
[Screaming]
No!
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