Buzz Lightyear of Star Command: The Adventure Begins

- V.H.S., this is Beta! We've got the package.

- Oh, oh, oh!

- We're comin' home!

- Hey, everybody, it's here! It's here!

It's here?

Well, it's about time.

Hut! Hut! Hut!

Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut!

Ohh!

Aah! It's the new action-packed

Buzz Lightyear movie!

Hut, two, three, four!

All right, move it out!

Somebody put in the tape! Put it in!

My tiny arms can't reach!

Okay, okay,

hold your horses, Rex.

- Put it in!

- Gosh.

- It's stuck.

- Aah!

- Just kidding.

- Oh.

Let me take

a look at that.

Wow, a Buzz Lightyear movie.

What do you know? You don't look

so fat when they draw you that way.

- Uh-huh. Let's watch it.

- Yes, please, quick, quick.

Buzz, we're not gonna watch

the whole thing.

We just wanna see all the commercials

at the beginning.

- What?

- He's kidding, Rex.

Excuse me, Mr. Lightyear.

You ought to sign that tape there.

It might be worth

something someday.

He can sign it later!

Put it in! Put it in!

- Darn thing's jammed.

- Jammed?

Oh, I can't stand the suspense.

I can't. I just- I- Oh!

- Oh, boy!

- Rex!

Gee, maybe we went too far.

Ha, ha!Just kidding!

Ha, ha.

Good one, Rex.

Very good.

This is the universe.

I work here.

Name's Lightyear,

Buzz Lightyear.

I'm a Space Ranger.

My partner Warp Darkmatter

and I...

work out of Star Command's

Universe Protection Unit.

At 0800 hours

the report came in.

Missing:
three little green men.

Last seen:

Star Command Science Bay.

Alpha mission objective:

locate L.G.M.s A.S.A.P.

We'll find and rescue

these little green men...

even if we must go

to infinity... and beyond.

Buzz Lightyear mission log. We've searched

this gaseous planetoid from top to bottom...

with no sign

of the missing personnel.

- Hey!

- Come on, buddy. Nobody ever reads those reports.

Warp, my friend...

procedure is what separates us

from the wicked forces of chaos.

Buzz, if it means less paperwork,

I'll take chaos.

Oh, man.

Give it up, partner.

This rock's

as dead as it looks.

Never judge a moon

by its crater.

- We'd better double-check the dark side.

- I'll drive.

Well, mission accomplished.

Three L.G.M.s disappeared.

We just found three L.G.M.s.

Hmm.

Well, I don't think these

are the three missing L.G.M.s.

Sure, not anymore.

I'm afraid these three

are stowaways. Ah, blast!

This won't look good

in my report. Hey!

Must save the lost ones!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. We'll find

your amigos, boys. Just not here.

Here!

- How can you be so sure?

- Mindlink.

- Oh, come on!

- Evil!

Now you're just trying

to freak us out.

No, it's my worst fear

come true.

Here we go.

This diabolical plot can only be the work of

the sworn enemy of the Galactic Alliance...

evil Emperor Zurg!

What plot?

You think Zurg is behind

every kitten stuck up a tree!

The fiend! Why can't he leave kitty cats

out of his nefarious schemes?

We've searched half of the Zeta quadrant to

find the missing L.G.M.s, and what do we find?

A lot of nothing!

There's something really bad

behind me, isn't there?

Crater viper!

Look out!

Hmm? Crater vipers

never hunt in packs.

Tell them that!

Thanks, partner.

Looks like this moon's

not so dead after all!

Give me a minute.

It will be.

- The lost ones!

- What are you doing? Ooh!

This way.

- Warp, hit 'em from below!

- Soft underbellies, eh?

Let's see how ticklish.

Of course! I should have guessed!

A crater viper

slag monster mutant!

The L.G.M.s!

Must save the lost ones.

- Can't you just-

- Warp, Gemini split now!

Any reason you were looking to shake

hands with a beast from 20,000 craters?

The lost ones are there!

Oh, well, then I'd say

they're the dead ones now.

Let's get out of here.

Ha! I'm goin' in!

- Follow my lead!

- I hope you have a plan!

No more so than usual.

- Now what?

- Full throttle! Hit it!

The lost ones aren't in it!

They're under it!

Not... enough... power!

All right.

New plan!

- That was your plan?

- Most of it.

- Where are the L.G.M.s?

- Take a guess.

Zurg!

I knew it.

Ow!

- Anything?

- No.

Oh! He's not gonna like this.

- Anything?

- No.

Oh! He's not

going to like this.

- Oh. Aah!

- Uh, what should I tell him?

We have proven that the little

green men think and feel as one.

We- ha, ha-

just don't know how.

Oh! He's not gonna

like this at all.

Oh! Now what?

He, uh, he didn't like it.

Evil Emperor Zurg! Hi. How are you?

The torture tank is good to go here

as you can see, and I-

My bad.

Ooh! Ow!

Ow!

- Ha, ha, ha!

- We are one.

We will never talk.

Do your worst.

My plan exactly.

Blast! Laser-resistant

diabonic alloy.

Let me try.

Yes?

After you.

Excuse us. Coming through.

- Get back in the ship and wait.

- No!

Now, I know this is personal for you,

but I must insist.

No!

Okay, we're getting into a chain

of command area here, so really-

We feel the pain. Ooh!

Oh, oh, oh, right.

It's their mindlink thing.

How do you do that anyway?

The Unimind.

- Unimind?

- The mystical orb that links all of L.G.M. kind.

It's on their home world. Of course,

that's need to know, classified.

- I'm your partner. I need to know.

- Now you do.

- Anything else I should know?

- I'd say you're up to speed.

Okay, thank you.

- Tell me of your mindlink. Tell me your secret.

- Never!

Oh. I will just have to pick

your brains. Ha, ha, ha.

Where's my cranial

dissect-a-bot?

Aaah! Oooh!

Ah, Lightyear.

Evil Emperor Zurg, by the authority

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