G.I. Joe: Valor vs. Venom

...yet, once again,

only adults disappeared, leaving children behind.

Around the world, this is the fifth mysterious abduction

in the past three weeks.

Missing adults, abandoned children,

in Alaska, Mexico, Siberia, Canada and Australia.

In Washington, sources close to the White...

Who's there?!

Show yourself.

Now!

Good eye, Hawk.

I nearly took out my own men.

Duke, in this kind of combat,

sometimes it's hard to tell the difference

between your enemy and your friend.

I know who my friends are.

Heavy Duty, Dusty! What you find?

The enemy's cooked up a mess of trouble for us.

They're gonna come at us from two directions,

get us in the crossfire.

Then we'll have to outflank them first.

Uh, might be too late for that.

Huh?

No!

No!

Hawk!

Ah, now, this is just plain embarrassing.

They got me.

Hey, I got him!

I got the general!

Wanna guess who's next?

You are!

I'm a goner, Dusty!

Save yourself!

Eat paint, you little varmints!

Mama!

Good flanking maneuver, men.

Good thing I loaned you my old sergeant's jacket.

Yup, those kids are good.

We might want to recruit a couple of them someday.

Good timing, though.

Now, I got to get ready for the awards ceremony,

but you jokers go play the next round,

and make sure those kids have fun!

That's an order.

Yes, sir!

Humm?!

Mmm, it is so inspiring to see all you busy G.I. Joes

playing games with the children today.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

What was that you said?

G.I. what?

G.I. Joes.

The top-secret team

of America's best Special Forces soldiers,

operating under the direct authority

of the President himself.

Sorry, ma'am, I've never heard.

Oh, I knew you would say that, sonny.

The G.I. Joes are so top-secret,

everyone who's a member has to pretend

they've never heard of them.

Now, ma'am, if that's true,

how do you know about them?

I have a secret of my own.

Is that so?

The Baroness!

Good afternoon, General.

Though I suppose it is better for me

than it is for you.

Destro! What 're you doing here?

Mmm, why, darling, it's simple.

Cobra wishes to offer you a job.

I'm done, Dusty.

You can have the soap now.

Why? I'm done, too.

Hey, you guys. Where's Hawk?

He's supposed to be handing out the awards to the kids.

Mmm, haven't seen him, Duke.

We can't disappoint those kids.

So, let's go find him on the double.

Hold on, Duke. What's that?

These are Hawk's.

Hey, Duke. Get a load of this.

You think Hawk was snatched?

Heads up, Joes!

We got Level One priority flash traffic.

Hawk's gotta take it ASAP.

"Priority One flash traffic, please pick up."

Sorry, Hi-Tech, Hawk's... not available.

Then you got to take the call.

That's Hawk's gauntlet.

It's the only one with the crypto circuits

for taking calls from the top.

Scarlett, Dusty, you bring Hi-Tech up to speed.

Heavy Duty, you make sure those kids get their awards.

Then get back here on the double.

We start the search for Hawk now.

Good afternoon, Mr. President.

Duke, where's General Hawk?

We think he might be in trouble, sir.

If my National Security Advisors are correct,

Hawk could be in bigger trouble than you think.

What 're your orders, sir?

Duke, when was the last time you went to the zoo?

I can't tell you what I don't know.

I never saw what hit me.

Too bad that security tape doesn't show anything.

You mean... not yet.

Cool, a U.C.O.-

Unidentified Creepy Object.

It looks like some kind of big bug.

Smells more like some kind of snake to me.

Something's wrong in the bear enclosure.

Let's check it out.

Tranquilizer darts?

We gotta get rid of them,

or he's gonna hurt himself bad.

Okay, not our usual line of work,

but let's see what we can do.

Hold it right there, Soldier Boy.

You go anywhere near my bear,

and I'll feed you to him piece by piece.

Your bear?!

I'm Dr. Lincoln Talbot,

the zoo's chief veterinarian and animal behaviorist,

and I look after my animals my way.

Everyone can use some backup.

You're right.

Hold my coat!

Hey, now, Teddy, it's me, Link.

That's right, you know me.

I'm your friend,

and I won't let anybody hurt you.

Whoa. Don't try that at home, kids.

There. You'll be better now.

What's that?

This is for taking blood and tissue samples...

but why?

Doc! Look out!

Ted! Here! Here!

I could've handled it.

Yeah. I'm sure.

What's the verdict, Hi-Tech?

Bad design, shoddy workmanship

and a really ugly color.

Which means it's another hunk of junk

built by Dr. Mindbender. Huh, what a hack.

So, Cobra was behind the assault on the zoo.

The President was right.

The President?! Right about what?

Break out the new Gauntlets.

There's something we all have to see.

Everyone's synched up?

In the past three weeks,

there have been five mass kidnappings around the world.

In each case, the target was

a small isolated town or village,

and each time, no children were taken-only adults.

The missing adults around the world,

the tranqued animals at this zoo,

and Hawk's capture: there's a good chance

they're all connected to the same Cobra operation.

But what's Cobra up to?

That's what we have to find out... and fast.

Something bad's going on here,

and if my animals are involved, those military misfits

are gonna have to deal with me.

Ah, there is such beauty in destruction.

Wouldn't you agree,

General Hawk?

What is this place?

This is the Viper Pit, General -

your new home.

And I am your new commander.

I gotta stop eating those spicy burritos

before bedtime. Hugh!

I'm having the craziest dream.

Oh, I think "nightmare" would be a better word

for what you're about to witness.

Over Kill!

Commence the demonstration!

Not my job, not my job.

Mindbender's job, not my job.

It's Mindbender's obsession with organics

that's holding back Cobra.

Get over it, you biomechanical dolt!

Just get Mindbender in here!

Uh, Cobra Commander, apologies.

I didn't think Hawk would recover so quickly.

Prepare the source material.

Oh, oh and uh... General,

uh, when Mindbender says "source material,"

he means "victim".

Over Kill, have... have me the Fangblade.

I don't think so.

My Venomized Troops are

genetically programmed to obey

whoever wields the Fangblade.

And that's me!