He had shared his plan with the others that second morning of May, and for once, it wasn't such a harebrained plan; well, not too harebrained anyway.  It ended up as plan C.
 The original plan- schemed up by Jaga, was to warp gas the executives into submission; WilyKat managing to smuggle in one of Slythe's gas grenades into the meeting room, but the executives were too powerful (or too stupid, Tygra reasoned) to be affected.
 Plan B; Luna and Snarfer also tried singing their way into control, but even their combined voices couldn't waver the aging executives, many who were currently utilizing faulty hearing aids.
 Mumm-ra finally used the Ancient Spirits of Evil's help to transform himself into Executive-Ra; the Ever-scamming, and managed to keep the original Toonami commercials on- and this is where Lion-o's plan could come into action.
 They would send subliminal messages through the Toonami commercials (using Alluro's psyche club), persuading viewers to boycott the network until the return of Thundercats was assured.
 Later on that week, they had sent anonymous e-mail messages to cartoon network concerning the cancellation of Thundercats.  Some were intelligent complaints, others short but to the point, but there were also numerous flame
e-mails among them, the majority of the flames written suprisingly by the Berbils.

 It was now a good month after the Thundercats went off the air, and most of its cast had found some line of work.  Lion-o sighed once again as he drank the last drops of coffee, which wasn't good to the last drop he noticed, but he really didn't care.  Today he would once again try to confront a greater opponent than ever before, more savage than Mutants, more crazy than the Lunatacs, and perhaps more vile than Mumm-ra himself.  A long time ago, he recalled a discussion with Jaga concerning the "Rat Race".  At first, Lion-o thought Jaga was referring to Rattilian Mutants competing in a fifty yard dash, but he soon caught on with the infamous metaphor, to a foe more stronger than Panthro- more intelligent than Tygra, more cunning than WilyKit and WilyKat, and incredibly faster than Cheetara.
 He recalled the first time they aired on television; the new cubs on the block, they had quickly risen to the top, and by the time they retired years later, they had enough money to live the rest of their nine lives in moderate luxury.  But soon that fortune was squandered as they became a part of Cartoon Network- Lion-o and the others hadn't realized how much boarding costs, 401K, and all those hidden taxes in their paycheck cost them- not to mention the price for a decent brand of cat litter, until it was too late.  But that really hadn't mattered;  the Thundercats were happy to be employed, despite all the changes Cartoon Network put in for the "nineties" viewers.

 The Lair was unnaturally quiet, not even the housekeeper Snarf was there.  Had he abandoned them?  For once, Lion-o hoped not- who else would dare clean their Thundercatbox without pay?  Lion-o looked down at his side, the sword of Omens in its sheath.   He got up from the chair and dramatically drew out his sword- why when there was no audience, he couldn't fathom.  He then placed its hilt to his eyes like so many times before.
 "Sword of Omens, give me Sight Beyond Sight!  Show me Snarf!"

 Lion-o saw through the sword a lush green valley, covered in a blanket of trees.  As the view came closer, he noticed an open glen in one particular area, with a bubbling brook flowing nearby.  Snarf was admist white-speckeled red mushrooms, but as the view zoomed in, he was stunned to see doors and windows on them.  Several blue and white creatures scurried to and fro, while one red and blue creature conversed with Snarf.
 "Our regular cooks out sick, so you are going to fill out his place for now."  The creature looked up at Snarf.
 "Sure, I can rustle up a Snarfberry cake in no time!"
 The other creatures gasped, one whispered asking what a snarfberry was.
 "Uhh no, no, Smurfberry pies are fine with us."  The red creature, known as Papa Smurf twiddled his fingers.
 This time it was Snarf's turn to gasp.  "Mrrrr..but I don't know how to make a Smurfberry pie!"  He then growled.  "Snarf, Snarf, a Snarfberry cake I can make, and so a Snarfberry cake I will make!"
 "Smurfberry!"  Shouted Papa Smurf.
 "Snarfberry!" Snarf shouted back.
 "Smurf!" Cried out the other creatures.
 "SNNYARF!!!"  Roared Snarf, leveling one of the Smurf's homes as he stomped.
 As the argument waged on, Lion-o spotted Snarfer nearby, with several Smurfs sitting by him, singing their infamous tune.
 "La La La La La La, La La La, La Laaaa."
 "No no no no, Snarfer Snarfer!  If you really want to be annoying, you got to waver your tone a bit! Like this.."  Snarfer coughed, than sang.  "Laaa Laaa La LAAA  Laaa La, LA La Laaaaaa La LAAAAAAAAA!!!"  The smurfs cringed at the last note, and nodded their approval.
 "See, I told ya!  Ohmygosh- I'll be late for the audition if I don't hurry up!  Bye!"  Snarfer scampered off into the bushes as the smurfs waved goodbye.

 The sword's image faded.

 Lion-o shook all over- that was WAY more than he needed to see or hear.  Lion-o's brief break was interrupted by the danger signal from the sword.
 "A Thundercat in trouble now?!?"  "Sword of Omens, give me Sight Beyond Sight again!"

 He was looking into a Thunderian's home, toys and clothes scattered about on the floor.  Leah was running around the corner with scissors, her pursuer close behind her.
 "Leah?  Leah give me those scissors now!"
 Lion-o could then finally see who was chasing Leah.  WilyKit was walk-running as fast as she could, baby Malcar in the crook of one arm.  He was tugging at a lock of her hair at the time, the other hand at his mouth.
 "Leah, come on -OW!  Don't make this -AHH!  Any harder than it is!"  WilyKit finally caught the cub in an unorthodox method- she used her lariat to lasso the squirming cub in.  Grabbing the scissors away, she stuffed them in a drawer with a sigh of relief.  She then untied Leah with her free arm.
 "Go watch TV or something."  WilyKit told her.  Leah happily skittered off to the living room.  "But NOT Cartoon Network!!" She hastily added.
 WilyKit was about to sit down for a well deserved rest, but caught whiff of a faint, yet ever growing odor, Malcar cooing and grinning.
 "By Jaga.... I hate cubsitting."  She grumbled, as she pinched her nose with a nearby clothespin, and set out for the dirty task of diaper changing.  She glared at Malcar, who was still grinning.  "The ultimate revenge...."  Young Malcar thought.
 Five minutes later, the parents happened to come home right after she changed Malcar's dirty diaper, to her disappointment.  They happily gave her the twenty-five dollars they owed her, and she got on her spaceboard.  "Okay..who's next.  Oh yeah, now I remember..."  She then flew off to the main roads.
 The sword's image faded into blackness once again.

 Lion-o chuckled to himself at the kitten's plight.  "I hope I never have to do that!" He thought to himself.  A low rumble from his stomach suddenly growled out loud.
 "Lunchtime already?"  Lion-o grinned and licked his lips.  He got up and walked toward the fridge and opened it wide.
 "Nothing but leftovers from Lynx-o's Ro-bear Burrito meal, " he pouted. "Starving or not, I wouldn't touch that with Cheetara's staff fully extended."  Lion-o scratched his chin as he closed its door.  On the front were a few crayon pictures drawn by himself, some emergency numbers, and two flyers- one for Ro-bear Lee's Chinese Delivery, and one for a Hatchiman's resturant- they were poping all over third earth lately, so Lion-o went with the local deliverer.  He pulled one from underneath the magnet, picked up the phone, and dialed the number.
 "Hellooo, Ro-bear Lee's Chinese delivery." The mechanical bear buzzed.
 "I'd like to place an order; one combo Lo-mein, lunch size...and some sweet and sour chicken, oh- and throw in a shrimp fried rice order too."
 "Name and number?"  The berbil rasped.
 "Lion-o, lord of the Thundercats.  Five-three-six, twentytwo-fourtynine."
 "Okayee.  222 3rd Earth Road."  The rest of the berbil's speech became inaudible as Lion-o hung up the phone.
...

 "WILEEEE KAAAAT!!"  Ro-bear Lee shouted.
 "Coming!"  WilyKat imitated cheerfulness to the best of his ability as he stumbled to the counter.  Lee of course, noticed the hint of sarcasm in his voice.
 "Whats wrong with you?"  The Berbil looked up coldly at him, his beady eyes glowing slightly.
 "Uhh..nothing, nothing at all."  WilyKat shrugged.  "Nothing? What was he saying?" He thought.
 "Gooood.  Your next delivery is at the backroom- address attached to it- so get going."
 "WilyKat was about to exit the room as the berbil added, "And don't forget your hat!" WilyKat glanced at the Berbil-eared cap.  "Why?  I mean, why do I have to wear it?"  WilyKat said.  This ticked off Lee.
 "Look at the others- are they complaining?"  Lee pointed to the other employees.
 "But thats because they're all Berbils! I- "  WilyKat shut his mouth as Lee waved WilyKat's paycheck in front of him.
 "Heh heh heh...got to go!"  WilyKat quickly donned the cap and scampered to the backroom.  WilyKat read the delivery sheet as he hopped on the space board.  "It better not be those mutants; they didn't give me a tip last time!   222 3rd Earth.... Oh noooo...." He moaned, and glumly sped off to Cat's Lair.

...

 Lion-o stirred from his catnap as the door buzzer rang.  "Its here!"  He shouted with joy, and ran to the door, money in hand.  He opened the door- where WilyKat stood.  He was wearing a slightly worn out red tunic, with white shorts, and had the order in his hand.   But Lion-o was drawn to the stupid hat WilyKat wore- red and white striped, it had two fake Berbil-ears attatched to it at odd angles.  Lion-o could not help laughing.
 "AHH Hah hah hah!! What in Jaga's name are you wearing that for, Kat!"  He managed to sputter.
 "Cut the crap Lion-o,"  WilyKat frowned.  "Just give the money and you'll get lunch."
 "Eh heh heh...ok..heres a twenty- that should cover it plus tip."  He passed the bill to WilyKat, who then gave the meal to him.  WilyKat mumbled thanks as he stepped onto his spaceboard.
 "Oh..by the way- I just saw your sister a few hours ago through the sword."  Lion-o chuckled.  "Heh heh..it ain't a pretty sight."
 "Huh..really."  The kitten sped off once again into the distance.

 Unknown to either of them, Lion-o hadn't realized how unpretty a sight it was.  WilyKit screamed as she flew down the street on her spaceboard.  She was slightly bruised, and the edges of her skirt were torn and burnt.  "Money isn't worth this!"  She thought to herself.
 Two children were arguing to eachother at the front of the house WilyKit ran out of so hastily.
 "Bart, you've done it again!  There goes another baby-sitter!"  The girl shouted.
 "Hey, don't have a cow, Lisa!" The boy crossed his arms.
 "What are we going to tell mom then?"  Lisa looked worried.
 "Uhhh...that our baby-sitter was a scaredy cat?"  Bart shrugged.