Buzz Lightyear of Star Command: The Adventure Begins Page #3

The princess has a name!

Yeah, I'm sorry, Pr-

Mira, I work alone.

- So you're gonna stop Zurg all by yourself?

- That's the general plan.

Regulations clearly state-

I know regulations!

I wrote half of them!

As long as Zurg is gunnin' for me, anybody close

to me is gonna get caught in the cross fire.

Noted. But, Buzz, there's

one thing you should know.

- Yes, sir?

- You are not going out there without backup!

I'm sorry, Commander, but from now on,

Buzz Lightyear flies solo.

All personnel clear the launch bay.

Star cruiser 36

prepare for launch.

Crystallic fusion modules

needed on pad 14.

Hello!

I'm just cleaning

the floor and stuff.

Clean is good.

Rocket away. All

personnel may return to the launch bay.

Wow! An Andromeda-class

star cruiser!

Ambassador escort

patrol is scheduled for launch at 0900.

This is just too cool.

You there! The launch bay

is for authorized personnel only!

I was just, um-

Oh, man!

just like I figured.

Guess what, pal. You're through.

He's not through

till I say so.

- Captain Lightyear.

- Buzz!

Ah, space dust.

This place is filthy...

and it goes right

to the subatomic level.

That's why this young man

is in here with his molecular mop.

- Carry on, custodian.

- Oh, yes, sir.

My mistake, sir.

As you were, Corporal.

Come on, Booster.

This is the third time this week.

You're really not authorized

to be in here, son.

Oh, I know, but I like

to look at the star cruisers.

I just want to be

a Space Ranger so bad, Buzz.

Now, don't you worry.

You'll pass the entrance exam, Booster.

- You've just got to study the-

- Space Ranger mission manual?

Oh, I am, sir!

I memorize one page every night.

I'm up to section five,

subsection beta.

" Light speed limits. More than

just a good idea, it's the law. "

- Outstanding.

- Oh, thanks, Buzz.

- Buzz Lightyear to Science Bay.

- On my way.

- Gotta run, Booster.

- Yes, sir!

- Uh, Booster?

- Yes, sir?

- At ease.

- Thanks, Buzz.

Good morning, lackeys!

- Where's my new henchman?

- They are arming him now, sir.

Does he have a flamethrower?

Remember last time.

- A flamethrower would have really come in handy.

- Tension feels about right.

Ah, how are his reflexes?

- Aaah! Not bad.

- Thanks.

A delightful blend

of man and machine...

with just a naughty touch

of Lingonberry.

I shall call you... Agent Z!

That's stupid.

- My mother used to call me that.

- He really likes that name.

Yes, he's been saving it

for a very evil henchman.

Agent Z, love it,

especially the whole "Z" thing.

And you know what? We'll save

a fortune on monogramming.

If I could just squeeze in here.

Sir, your spy drone is in position.

That's Jim-crackin'- Dandy!

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