New Beginnings

Part 1

      Mumm-Ra opened his sarcophagus door with a crash.  He stalked out of it, fuming.  “Those Thundercats have gotten the best of me again,” he raved.  “I had almost destroyed them,” he held his fist out, staring at it, “but they escaped my grasp yet again.”  He lowered his fist, and cowered a bit.  “Now, since I have disobeyed my gods and entered the Book of Omens to try and save Thundara (but destroy the Thundercats), they won't tell me if they'll give me my power back.”

      Ma-Mutt entered the room.  He barked a couple of times.

      Mumm-Ra's mood seemed to lighten a bit.  He smiled.  “Ah, Ma-Mutt, how are they?”  He shook his head and as he did the smile faded.  “Not the Thundercats… them.”

      Ma-Mutt pulled back his lip to show his teeth.  Oddly enough, it looked like the dog was smiling.  He nodded happily.

      “Good.”  Mumm-Ra looked up warily at the statues of his gods.  “I have to ask the gods to give me my power back… before the Thundercats come and find my most precious possessions.  I cannot bear the thought of losing them.”

      Mumm-Ra!!!!

      The ever-living mummy walked over to the pool.  “Yes, oh Spirits of the Dark?  What do you want of me?”

      You must destroy the Thundercats.  We will give you your power back to do it.  We do not want you to lose the only creatures that give you joy in your VERY old age.

      Mumm-Ra looked at them happily.  “You will?  That's great!”  He suddenly frowned.  “There's another reason, isn't there?”

      Yes.  We have looked into the future, and seen what will happen if you didn't at least try to stop them.  They will… REPRODUCE!!!  We cannot let that happen.  If their children are born in the quantities that we have foreseen, then… the Thundercats will always be alive, no matter the form!!!

      Mumm-Ra nodded his head in agreement.  “I understand what you mean.  I will try to stop them.”  He narrowed his eyes.  “What's the catch?”

      You will not be able to look at your reflection.  It is, once again, your only weakness.

      “Damn it!”

      Come and look into the pool.  You have to seebbing off on you,” Mumm-Ra commented.

      What can we say?  It's difficult not to use such interesting words in our everyday talk.  We can't help it if they don't speak no proper English.

       “I agree,” Mumm-Ra replied, chuckling a bit.  He glanced into the pool.  A ship was about to enter the atmosphere of Third Earth.  At the controls was the most interesting sight Mumm-Ra had ever seen.  “Well, I'll be damned,” he commented. “Another Thundercat.”

      Ma-Mutt grunted.

      “Right, or just a Thundarian, but still if she can be useful to the Thundercats.  I don't want them to have her,” Mumm-Ra agreed.

      He knelt beside Ma-Mutt and scratched the dog's head.  “What do you say, Ma-Mutt?  Should we go after her?”

      Ma-Mutt nodded.

      “We can't have the Thundercats getting any more powerful than they already are, now can we?  Eh, Ma-Mutt?”

      Ma-Mutt whined and looked at the image in the pool.  The Thundarian ship was getting closer.

      Mumm-Ra chuckled.  “We should go, shouldn't we?”

      Ma-Mutt nodded anxiously.  He jumped at his master's legs and whined.

      “All right we'll go.”

      Ma-Mutt barked his agreement.

      “I might as well look my best for this newcomer.”  He smiled and looked up at the stone statues of his gods.  “As they say, first impressions are extremely important.”

      “Oh ancient spirits of evil,” a wind came out of the deep recesses of the pyramid and was now grabbing at the ancient mummy's wrappings and cape.   “Transform this decayed form,” lightning cracked over Mumm-Ra's head.  The eyes of the statues' began to glow an eerie blood red.  “To Mumm-Ra the Ever-living.”

      Ma-Mutt covered his eyes with his paws, too frightened to watch.  But, of course, you'd think he'd be used to it after a few millennia by now, but no, Mumm-Ra's transformation still gave him the creeps.  He looked up at his master, who was now three times his original size and was wearing a skirt-kilt-thing.  It was a wonder to the dog that Mumm-Ra didn't notice that anyone, including himself, could see up his skirt-kilt-thing, not that he wanted to.

      “Come boy,” Mumm-Ra called as he leapt into the air.

      Ma-Mutt followed his master out the vent and into the sky.

*           *           *

      The powerful scanners of the Cats' eye at the Tower of Omens quickly detected the spacecraft.  The alarm was sounded.

      Bengali quickly looked up at the screens.  He typed in the commands to shut off the alarm and put whatever was the cause on visual.  The three walls lit up with the pictures.  A sleek, black spaceship had just entered the atmosphere.  It didn't look like a war ship.  There wasn't a gun or weapon in sight.

      “Now to find if you're going to be trouble or not,” Bengali thought aloud.  He soon found out from the computer that there were no transmissions at all coming from the ship.  He switched on the communicator.  “Tower of Omens to Space Craft,” he said into it, “Please identify yourself and state your business.”

      Silence was all that responded to him.

      “Tower of Omens to Space Craft, please identify yourself,” he repeated.

      Again silence.

      Bengali sighed as he watched the ship glide closer to the ground.  It would soon be landing.  They would come when I'm the only one here.  Well, I best go and investigate.

      Bengali stood and stretched.  He then turned to jog out the door.  He broke into a run for his room.  In his room, he grabbed the Hammer of Thundara and jammed into its holder.

*           *           *

      Mumm-Ra watched from the edge of the clearing as the strange ship landed.  It wasn't very big but it looked as though it would have had a crew of ten.  About four feet from the ground the ship just stopped, hovered there really.  No landing gear or beams at all.

      A plank came down from the side and the door opened.  Out stepped the Thundarian.  Followed by some large winged cat.

      Ma-Mutt growled a low warning.

      “Hush,” Mumm-Ra silenced.

      < Oh, > Mumm-Ra heard in his head.  He could tell that it was coming from the winged feline.  He'd learned a long time ago about mind speech.  < I am going to hurt you, Leopara, > the cat moaned as it staggered down the plank.  Mumm-Ra could see it looked a smite bit air sick.  < I am never… ever going to let you drive anything with me in it again, > the cat continued.  < Not without one heck of a cat fight first.  Oh, my head.  Oh, my stomach.  There is definitely not a scrap of food left in it after all that. >

      < Oh, Nikkita, I'm sorry.  How was I supposed to know that this thing could do summersaults, barrel rolls, and corkscrews? >  Mumm-Ra heard the Thundarian answer.  The cat, so called by the Thundarian Nikkita, looked like she was going to be sick again at the mere mention of the motions.  < I at least got the hang of it. >

      < Yeah, sure you did, Leopara; maybe about five minutes ago.  And how long was this nice little joy ride of yours?  A couple days at least? >  Nikkita arched her wings as she hissed and scratched at the air.  < I have been in that stinking bathroom ever since we took off, and I let you drive! >  She let out a hiss of aggravation.  < Didn't you hear a word I said about flying the Marana? >

      The Thundarian, Leopara, looked around innocently as if looking for an excuse.  < Well, I… um… no. >

      < WHAT!?!?!? > Nikkita screamed.

      She was so loud that Mumm-Ra was wincing and Ma-Mutt had buried his head under his paws.  When Mumm-Ra looked he could see that Leopara was hugging her head from the assault.

      < Well? > Nikkita snapped.

      Leopara looked down at the winged feline.  Even Mumm-Ra was wondering what the cat was going to do the Thundarian.  < What? > she asked worriedly.

      < Are we going? >

      < Going? >  The Thundarian cocked an eyebrow at the cat.

      Yes?  Where are you going? Mumm-Ra thought.

      The cat sighed.  < To find this brother of yours? >

      Brother?  Who could it possibly be? Mumm-Ra asked himself.

      < Oh, right. > Leopara replied sheepishly.

      < 'Right', she says, like it was a minor issue to her.  She has only been talking about him and her father since the day I met her! >  Nikkita growled.  < Ten stinking years ago!! >

      All right.  Now I'm really curious as to whom her brother is… Wait, I think I know a way to turn this to my advantage.  I can get her on my side and use her against the Thundercats without lifting a finger.  Mumm-Ra smiled in spite of himself.  I better put this plan into action.  This is just one opportunity I can't pass up.  Putting on his best smile (and not one of the ones that made him look insane), he strode out into the clearing.

      Ma-Mutt was shocked.  Mumm-Ra's smile actually made him like nice, and not like some freaky, blue monkey.  His little doggie jaw hung open for a moment or two before he followed his master into the clearing.

      “Why, hello and welcome to Third Earth.  Is there anything, anything at all, that I can help you folks with?” Mumm-Ra asked with a charming smile.

      Ma-Mutt mentally scoffed.  His master sounded like a car salesperson.

      Nikkita raised an eyebrow.  Right!   What the hell is it? She thought.

      Leopara looked the stranger up and down.  He seemed all right (besides the fact that he was blue).  “Who are you?”

      Mumm-Ra puffed out his chest.  Looking something like a conceited blue male baboon looking to attract a mate's attentions.  “I,” Mumm-Ra started,    “am Mumm-Ra the Ever-Living!”  Mumm-Ra held his hand above his head and was looking at it.  He was attempting to look like one of those Greek statues of the gods.  His smile was also incredibly larger than before.  (This seems to be impossible but yes it's true.)

      Nikkita pursed her lips.  Gees, Louise!  He looks like he's waiting for applause.  Oh, well, might as well oblige him.  See what his reaction will be.  She sat back on her haunches and clapped her paws together.

      Mumm-Ra began to bow.  “Thank you!  Thank you!  I know you all love me.  I try my best.”

      Ma-Mutt groaned and rolled his eyes.

      Leopara, confused, tilted her head to the side.  “The ‘Ever-Living’?  Does that mean you can't die or be killed?  By killed, I mean do you get sick or stuff?  Do you have allergies?  I have a friend who has allergies.  She is allergic to all types of flowers.  Do you like flowers?  I especially love roses.  Roses are my favorite color.  They're red, the same color as my brother's hair.  Speaking of my brother, have you seen him?  Last time I checked he was as tall as me.  No, wait, shorter than me.  No, wait, taller than me.   Oh, no, I can't remember.  Speaking of not remembering, have you ever heard Memory?”

      Mumm-Ra stared at her.   He got the distinct impression that all that was in her head were feathers.

      “I think Memory is such a pretty song.  Speaking of pretty, do you like daffodils?  I think they're gorgeous.  Speaking of gorgeous, have you seen Drew Carry in Ever After?  Ever After is such an awesome movie.  Speaking of awesome, there was this guy back on Thundara I knew.  He was this real good looker, but Papa said something about him being a womanizer.  Speaking of womanizer, do you know what it means?  I have no idea.  I think it means something like he has sex with a lot of woman before marriage, though why anyone would want to have sex before marriage is beyond me.  I think that people who do have sex before marriage are more naive than me.  Papa always said I was a featherhead, but that I had more common sense than anyone between the ages of thirty and five.  Do you think that I'm a featherhead, who has more common sense than anyone between the ages of thirty and five?  I'm still a virgin and I'm proud of it.  Why am I telling you all this?  I don't even know you.”

      Mumm-Ra blinked and it took a few moments for him to realize that she had stopped chattering.  And if he didn't say anything, she was going to start up all over again.  I'm not so sure I want her any where near my pyramid at all.   If she does end up near it, I might end up as Mumm-Ra the Ever Pained.  “Um… Leopara, I don't know why you told me that, but I'm kind of glad you did because I know how I can help you-”

      He didn't get to finish.  Leopara decided to start in again.  “You can?  Wow, that's great!  Can you help me find my brother or at least the Thundercats?  If they've moved to a different planet, do you know where?  Speaking of different planets, did you know that Nikkita, here, is from a planet not far from here?  One of the moons of Mars; Phobias, I think, well I'm not really sure.  Nikkita's the one that really would know, although she doesn't like talking about her home and past life at all.  She's practically a total mystery to me.  I mean with me, I told her my whole life story.  I told her things even my husband won't know.  Did you know that I had the best-est brother that any girl could hope for?  He was always so nice to me.  Funny too.  And-”

      < Leopara? > Nikkita, thankfully for Mumm-Ra's sake, Ma-Mutt's sake, and her own sake, interrupted.  < If this guy knows where your brother is, don't you think it would be best if you stopped boring him and went to find your brother?  The one whom you say is the greatest. >

      “Ah…. Gee, I guess your right, Nikkita.  I have just one question though to ask Mumm-Ra first.  Do I bore you when I talk to you?  I mean I don't think I'm boring.  I think I'm quite interesting at times, don't you?  Like-”

      < Leopara, see we're all leaving. >  Nikkita said and she started to walk away, motioning to Mumm-Ra and Ma-Mutt to do the same.

      Mumm-Ra caught on.  “Yes, we should go.  I'll be able to locate your brother at my pyramid.”  He began to walk off.  Ma-Mutt followed his master faithfully.

      Leopara ran after them.  “Wait!  Please wait for me!”

*           *           *

      Bengali jumped into the clearing.  The first thing that met his view was Mumm-Ra's blue form.  Then he noticed that there was a Thundarian going with him.  “Mumm-Ra!  What the heck are you trying to pull?”

      Mumm-Ra whipped around to see Bengali.  His frown was quickly replaced by a smile.  “Why, Bengali, how nice of you to drop by?  I was just taking Leopara here to see her brother.  Did you come to help me?”

      Bengali looked at Mumm-Ra like he was some kind of freak (well I guess you could say he already was a freak by the fact that he's blue).  “What?” he asked, not believing what he'd just heard with his own very ears.

      “Come now, Bengali, are you coming or not?” Mumm-Ra asked.

      Leopara looked innocently from one to the next.  Something wasn't right.   Mumm-Ra had been perfectly nice to her and now this 'Bengali' character was acting as if he was committing some kind of a crime.  It just didn't make sense and she didn't know which one to believe.

      Nikkita glanced at them both.  Something didn't click in her mind.  How come one of Leopara's kinds is upset by Mumm-Ra taking us to see her brother?  Wait!  Unless this is a setup of sorts, I don't think that Mumm-Ra is planning on taking us to see Leopara's brother at all.  But why would he want us?  Gently, she used her powers to probe into his mind.  All she found was one of the strongest shields she had ever come up against.  Plus her sixth cat sense had finally kicked in to say that this thing was anything but good.  < Leopara, it's a setup! > She whispered harshly.  She was afraid that this Mumm-Ra would be able to hear her mentally.  < This Mumm-Ra is not the good guy! >

      Mumm-Ra looked from Bengali to the leopards.  Leopara looked hurt and betrayed.  Nikkita looked like she was going to shred something.  He had heard what Nikkita had said.  His charade was no more.  He could take them all, but then the Thundercats would come looking for Bengali.  No, there was no solution.  Not even knocking Bengali out.  The Thundercats would meet up with him and they would come after these two.  Later, that was the solution, he would nab these two later.

      The ever-living mummy jumped up and into the wind.  His faithful un-dead dog followed him.  “Well, well, looks like you've gone and spoiled our little party, Bengali.    Enchante, ladies, I bid you au revoir.”  And with that, he flew out of sight.

      Leopara watched him go.  She was still a little confused.  Was he good or bad?  And who was this Bengali?  She turned to look at the stranger who had a name.  He was handsome with a great set of pecks.  He was… he was… he looked familiar!

      Bengali walked over to her and got his first good look at her.  Man, was she scantly dressed!  And pretty!  And a Thundercat!  The last was even more shocking than the other two.  He almost didn't believe it, but the proof was right there in front of his eyes on a pair of what were lovely breasts from what he could see.  An insignia.  He put a hand on her shoulder and dragged his eyes away from the insignia and what was around it.  He instead looked into her eyes.   They were a clear, startling turquoise blue.  “Are you okay?” he asked.  He noticed that he was looking down, quite far down, to look into those eyes.  By Thundara!  She's short!  She only comes up to my chin!

      “Yes.”  Leopara answered.  “You're Bengali, right?”

      He nodded.  “What's your name?”

      “Leopara,” she answered and then motioned to the winged snow leopard beside her.  “This is my friend, Nikkita.  You look very familiar.  And you're a Thundercat.”  Her eyes lit up.  “You could know my brother!  He has red hair, brown eyes, his name's Lion-O, and I think he's the Lord of the Thundercats now.  Do you know him?”

      Bengali blinked.  Lion-O has a sister?  Funny, I don't remember one.  He thought for a moment.  Wait, I remember her.  Yes, very vaguely.  She was at that party Claud-us threw about a year before Sibera….  He shook his head to get rid of the memory.  She fit the picture of the child he had in his mind.  Yeah, she fits that cute little squirt.  Well, she's definitely not a squirt anymore, he thought to himself, as he looked her over once more.  All right, I have Lion-O's sister, now what do I do with her?  Although, I can think of one thing.

      “Yes, I know Lion-O, Leopara.  I'm sure you want to see him, right?” he asked.

      “Oh, yes, yes, yes!” Leopara cried as she jumped up and down excitedly.

      Bengali forced his eyes to be torn away from the attractive little show she put on for him with all that bouncing.  “Okay then, Cat's Lair is this way.”  Bengali turned and started to lead the way.  Leopara followed happily.  One of the reasons he had not taken her back to the Tower of Omens was because she had landed nearer the Lair (blah, blah, blah, let's go on to some more interesting parts shall we?).

      Nikkita bounded to block their path.  < Look, you can ride on my back.  It'll be safer and faster.  Plus, if we get ambushed I can get all of us out of there quickly. >  I can also keep an eye on you two.  Bengali doesn't seem that innocent by the way his eyes were roaming.  Not that I'm too innocent, but Leopara is.  Anyways, doesn't it take one to know one?

      Leopara looked at Bengali.  “Nikkita says we can ride on her back.”

      Bengali looked a little uncertain.

      Nikkita decided to pipe in again.  < Here's a good pointer for him, that despite all those muscles and great pecks and… okay, I'm getting off the subject, he doesn't look like he can make it to this Cat's Lair. >

      Leopara felt a flush creep up her neck.  Nikkita was right about his muscles and pecks.  “Nikkita also says that despite your muscles, she doesn't think you can make it.”

      “You know, she's probably right.  I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.”

*           *           *

      Bengali had his hands on Leopara's wonderfully curved hips.  She was leaning back against him, and he could feel her wonderfully curved back pressed against his hard chest.  She was so sweet, so innocent (up to a certain point), and so very nice to touch.

      He wasn't so sure about Nikkita, though.  The large flying snow leopard obviously liked to walk fast.  Already his groins hurt.  He quickly turned his thoughts back to Leopara.

      Gently, so as not to startle her, he leaned forward and breathed in the scent of her hair.  It was silky soft as he felt it rub against his face.  He'd love to run his fingers through that beautiful mass of hair, love to feel her lips kiss his, love to feel every inch of her body with his hands.  He'd love to kiss her fiercely, make her burn as he overheated as well, feel her arms hold him closer in the heat of romantic lust….

      These thoughts were exciting his body.  Not yet, he thought.  Get to know her better first.  Then you can convince her to snuggle into your bed and arms.

      Unfortunately, his body thought otherwise.

      “Can we stop for a second,” he said.  “I have to go.  Really bad.”

      < Can't he wait? > Nikkita asked, turning her head.

      “No, he can't,” Leopara said.  “You can wait for a second or two.”

      I have a feeling it's going to take more than a second, he thought.  He quickly got off of the cat, and jogged over to a spot where the two wouldn't see him.

*           *           *

      Leopara watched as Bengali jogged away.  It was pretty obvious that he wasn't a virgin - he had slept with someone last night - and he had no doubt wanted her.  She had felt his face gently bury itself in her hair to enjoy her scent, felt his hands slide enticingly over her hips, felt his shaft begin to swell against her butt….

      Keeping her virginity was getting difficult.  Everyone knew that if a Thundarian didn't mate before the age of twenty, he or she started getting on heat when spring came, and it got worse with each spring.  She knew it was spring by the way her body reacted when it realized that this was a man behind her; a gentle, sweet, charming, and handsome young man, who wanted her as much as she wanted him.

      As the daughter of Claud-us, though, she just barely managed to control the urge to touch him as he would touch her.  She had planned on saving her virginity until she met the right one, and was dealing with it carefully.  Now, this was going to be a real challenge… keeping away from all men's bedrooms, no matter how strong the urge.  She didn't want to be a plaything.

      < He certainly takes his sweet time, > Nikkita complained.  < How long does it take him to masturbate? >

      “Give him some time,” Leopara said, turning red at the word masturbate.  She forced her body to calm down.

      By the time Bengali came back, she felt more normal.  He got behind her and took a gentle hold of her hips.  She smiled a bit, and allowed her back to press against his hard chest.  She barely knew this man, but she liked him.

      She suddenly wondered what it would be like to kiss him, and wondered what it felt like for him to be inside of her….

      Damn it!

*           *           *

      S-s-slithe looked out the window at the forests surrounding Castle Plun-Darr.  So, peaceful and quiet they were.  How they should not be.  He just didn't get it.  He, S-s-slithe, was a Mutant, and one of the best warriors.  Surely, he should have been able to wreck havoc and chaos across this tiny planet.  He had thought so.  How he had thought so when he had first come here.  He had had a great vision of how it was to be.  He closed his eyes picturing it….

      S-s-slithe looked out among the vast gathering of warrior women.  Chains bound them.  Fire still gleamed in their eyes.  But he would bend them to his will.  Extinguish such a fire.  All of them would soon be begging for his attention.  Throwing their even more scantily clad bodies at him.  Kissing his feet in their adoration.  Yes-s-s, he would bend them to his will until they worshipped him like a god, and more than just their master.

      He would start with Willa, their bitch queen, followed by Nayda, and all the rest.  One by one they would all fall and bow down to him.  He would be the supreme ruler of all Third Earth.  Emperor S-s-slithe.

      He would most definitely have deserved that title because he would have defeated Mumm-Ra and the Thundercats….

      His smug expression disappeared.  Those damn Thundercats! He thought.  If it weren't for them I'd be running the place, yes-s-s?  Perhaps, it has been too long since I've bothered the Thundercats.  Besides, if I don't they might think we're turning good!  Oh, what a horrible thought!  Looks like I've got quite a bit of planning ahead of me, yes-s-s?

*           *           *

      Mumm-Ra paced the pathway from his sarcophagus to his mystic pool.  Ma-mutt followed just behind his master's swirling robe.  The mummy wanted to destroy something.  “What am I going to do about that new Thundercat, Ma-Mutt?” he asked his pet.  “Who knows what kind of powers she may possess.  I have to get her out of their reach.    The question is how?  I can't go in and get her; they'll know it was I.  So, whom can I send to get her?  I need someone who is… who is… S-s-slithe!  He's stupid enough to lead the Thundercats right to Castle Plun-Darr while in the mean time I'll have her here!”

      The mummy smiled.  “This will be perfect.  The only thing I have to do now is to recruit S-s-slithe.  That should be easy!”  Mumm-Ra laughed.  “S-s-slithe should be so anxious to do something by now that he is ready to jump off Castle Plun-Darr for excitement!”

      With that plan in mind, the evil mummy leapt into the air to bring forth his proposition to S-s-slithe.

*           *           *

      Nikkita didn't feel too comfortable around Bengali.  There was something about him that reminded her about… about… well something.  She couldn't put her paw on it quite yet.

      She knew that he had masturbated because of Leopara.  He didn't completely smell of himself.  He smelled of a dozen more or so.  And….

      I've got it!  He reminds me of me!  Sex-crazed! She thought excitedly.  Poor Leopara.  I wonder if she knows just what she's got behind her.  I hope all these Thundercats are like this.  She laughed mentally.  I could use a little excitement… but they probably don't go for the true feline.  Oh well, such a pity.  I really need to find me a kitty, or else I'll go on a major heat.  She grimaced.  That wouldn't be good for anyone, including herself.

      She sighed.

      All right, I want to have some fun now.  At least it will cheer me up.   Hmm….  How about I get Bengali's mind off Leopara for a while?  Give her a little break.  She smiled.  Then she went from a walk to a nice bouncy trot.  Her smile got bigger when she felt him shift on her back.  He-he! She laughed.

*           *           *

      Monkian was sitting at the table, with Jackal-man, eating dinner.  It wasn't the best dinner in the world, but it was food.  He hated tomato soup and liver.  All was fine and all hunky-dory, until….

      The lights went out.

      Monkian heard Jackal-man sigh and get up to turn them back on.  Only a click was heard and no light.  The jackal cursed under his breath and flickered the switch.  Then Monkian heard it: the barest whisper of an evil laugh.  It got louder and louder….

      Suddenly, the lights turned on and the bearer of that lovely laugh was seen.  

      Mumm-Ra!

      “Hoo-hoo!” Monkian complained.  “Are you trying to scare us to death?”

      “Nya-ha-ha, nice entrance Mumm-Ra!” Jackal-man stated.

      “Enough!” Mumm-Ra yelled.  “Go and get S-s-slithe.  Tell him I have a proposition he just might be interested in.”

      The jackal and monkey looked at each other.  It was decided.  They would both go as they scrambled out the door.

      “Excellent!” Mumm-Ra said as he began to laugh again.  Leopara is as good as mine!  Well, just as long as that idiot S-s-slithe doesn't mess up!

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End of Part One

 

 

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