Masters of the Universe Page #2

...or you will join her.

It's not her you want, it's me.

It's always been between us.

Silence!

It's the locksmith.

- The little worm has another key!

- What?

No.

Kill him!

Take cover, Gwildor!

Keep working!

Gwildor...

...will that key get us out of here?

It will! But where?

Anywhere! Just do it fast!

Yes, yes.

It's working!

Man-At-Arms.

Teela! I did it!

The door! It's open! Let's go!

He-Man!

No! I won't leave her!

But you must.

Eternia needs you alive, He-Man.

You still have until moonrise.

Go!

He-Man, let's move!

Come on, go!

Come on, Gwildor!

Stop him!

Gwildor, come on!

The door! The door!

Gwildor!

My Key!

The Key! Get the Key!

Find them.

Trace them!

I want them and the Key hunted down

and brought to me.

It looked as if he was punching the keys

at random.

- There's no way to tell where they went.

- Monitor the frequencies!

Wherever they are, they'll use it again.

When they do, lock it in.

He-Man lives and possesses that Key.

I must possess all, or I possess nothing!

Find them.

Are you all right?

Trust a Thenurian to find

a soft place to land.

Thank you.

I could have suffocated

in that loathsome stuff.

Stop complaining. It's only mud.

That's easy to say

when you don't have clogged gill slits.

No!

I'm sorry.

Gwildor.

We must get back to Eternia.

If you're through clearing your gill slits,

maybe you can tell us where we are?

We could be anywhere.

Any planet in the galaxy.

Any planet in a thousand galaxies.

I had no time to renominalize

my coordinates.

You got us here, you Thenurian wurbat,

now you get us home!

Calm down.

Now we're all in this together.

How can he get us home

if we don't know where we are?

I'm not a Torktum, you know.

I wouldn't build a device

that didn't store its home coordinates.

All we have to do...

...is punch the energizer switch and...

Where is the Key?

Perimeter search.

Each of us take a sector.

What's that?

Scan the area.

Alien life form.

Big.

- Let me blast it.

- Wait.

It might be intelligent life.

By the Sorceress, it's ugly.

It seems harmless.

What a hideous cry.

Maybe I can communicate

with the poor creature.

Gwildor.

Gwildor, we have very little time.

He-Man, I show. 84 chromons

until moonrise at Greyskull.

- We better find the Key and fast.

- What's your plan?

When we find the Key, Gwildor

will set the coordinates for Greyskull.

We'll use the element of surprise.

We'll drop right into the throne room...

...fight off 2,000 or 3,000

of Skeletor's crack troops...

...break into the force field

and free the Sorceress.

If we're going to split up...

...we'd better synchronize

our personal locators.

You both ready? And...

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