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[birds chirping]

[tires screeching]

* upbeat music plays *

Whoop! Whoo!

Come on! We can't let them get there first!

[Hashtag] Not a chance. I'm on it!

[tires screeching]

[grunts]

-[gasps] -[grunts]

Tell her I'm sorry!

Important mission!

-On your left! -[people screaming]

Nice Pomeranian!

-[men gasp] -[man] Look out!

-No, no, no! [screams] -* music stops *

[all wince]

[whirring]

[mechanical munching]

* music resumes *

[exclaims]

Yeah!

Robby, over here!

Can I get a selfie?

Go, Robby!

Showoff!

Too bad you still lost.

Chalk up another dub for Mo.

Come on, it was a total tie.

Plus, I looked way cooler.

[schoolmate] You're so cool, Robby.

Whoa, Robby! Yeah!

-Robby! -Can I get a selfie?

Robby!

[crackling, buzzing]

* shimmering instrumentals *

[whirring]

-Thanks for the lift! -[Twitch] No problem.

I'll be home after a quick training sesh.

[Hashtag] Our Team Terran INSTAVIDPIC page

is officially launched!

You should upload the video

of me translating Shakespeare

into Aramaic.

Nuh-uh. My hot yoga clips

from the tar pits should be first!

No way. My video's gotta be up top!

[Nightshade] Puh-lease! The Bard takes precedence!

Woo! Yes!

Yah! [laughs]

[grunting]

What is this video?! Robby!

You almost crashed into that girl.

-[man on video] Look out! -And that dog.

And look at what you did to that hot dog cart!

You've got to stop being so reckless, son.

You're going to hurt someone.

Fine. No more hitching a ride with Hashtag.

I'll go back to kitesurfing Twitch to school.

You are not listening, young man.

You need to start reining in how you use your Prime Power.

But nobody got hurt.

And who doesn't love hot dogs for breakfast?

This isn't a joke.

Until you show us you can be more responsible,

you're taking the bus to school.

The baby bus?!

You two are always treating me like a little kid

instead of the big-time hero I am!

[scoffs] I hope I'm not so maarte when I'm his age.

Maarte?! Me?!

I am not dramatic!

* angelic choir plays *

* tense music plays *

[Thrash] Quintesson rockets!

[Twitch] I know. I see them!

[Thrash] Oh, I wasn't alerting you, actually.

I was listing things I hate.

Quintesson Rockets. Rampaging bears.

Judgmental goats.

[Twitch] Come on, Thrash. This is serious!

-[Thrash grunts] -* ominous music plays *

[Thrash screams]

[Twitch] Ugh! What am I doing wrong?!

[Thrash] Don't beat yourself up, sis.

[Twitch grunts]

That's what the ground's for.

[Twitch sighs] How many times am I going to keep losing

the same battle?!

Hey, hey.

I know you think

you messed up that day, Twitch,

but you didn't.

I wasn't there

and you defeated an entire alien army

without me.

Don't get me wrong. I'm glad you won,

but it feels like the team doesn't need me anymore.

And I have to be better.

I can feel your doubts, Twitch.

Relax. You got this.

Nope. Wreck Room, rewind!

[rapid whirring, trilling]

Let's go!

Wait, wait. I didn't mean now!

It's been hours!

Can't we take a break?

-[explosion] -[Twitch] Come on!

Wreck Room, rewind!

[school bell rings]

[phone vibrates]

[Olive] Hey, it's my contact!

"I discovered the truth you seek.

These are the ones to blame for what was stolen from you."

-* tense music plays -The Maltos?!

Sorry, Olive. Welcome to

The Maltos Ruined My Life Island.

-Population: us. -[phone chimes]

"Avenge the pain they've caused you and so many others,

and I will be in touch soon,

-Little Miss Ma'am." -* soft music plays *

Uh, that's what my mom used to call me.

How would they know that?

Weird. I dunno.

All I know is, it's time we make those Malto punks pay.

-[car engine revving] -[Olive] Hey, Robby Malto!

[tires screech]

* suspenseful music plays *

You're Team Terran leader, right?

Big heroes shouldn't have to take the baby bus.

That's what I said!

But try telling that to my clueless parents.

I'm sorry they're such a pain.

Thanks.

You're Hoagie, right? From the sub shop?

You Heimliched a meatball out of me last summer.

Yep, that was me.

Want a ride home?

[car door opens and closes]

[engine revving, tires screeching]

[Robby laughs]

Thanks again for the lift.

My fans don't wanna see me riding the baby bus.

It's not every day we get to ride

with a certified Witwicky hero.

Philly once too, but who's counting?

[Hoagie] I might never wash that back seat again.

[laughs] I'm kidding. I'll totally wash it.

This car is like my baby so no eating back there

and keep your hands off the denim's warp yarn twill weave.

[revving]

Whoa! Hey! This car really corners.

Oh! Too much for ya?

I thought nothing was too scary for a mighty Malto.

* tense music plays *

-[tires screeching] -[Robby] Whoa!

Easy, Hoagie.

We don't want to hurt him.

Hurting people is what Robby and his family does.

Uh, we don't hurt people.

We help them by, like, stopping Mandroid, Starscream,

and the Quintessons... [chuckles nervously]

Becker's Subs though, So good.

It feels like forever since I ordered from there.

Maybe tonight I'll--

Whoa! Ugh!

Don't bother.

Your Prime Dome shut it off to the world

and it had to close.

My parents owned that place.

His family's barely getting by, Robby.

You ruined them.

And you took something from me too.

-[revving] -[tires screeching]

[Robby yelps]

Whoa!

Look, I'm really sorry.

I didn't know.

If I could change things I would,

but could you just let me out now? Please?

-[tires screeching] -[Robby screams]

[exclaims and exhales]

* tense music plays *

[laughs] The "hero" was about to break out

his big, bad powers against us.

* somber music plays *

[scoffs] What a phony.

You're nothing without that super-sleeve.

See you tomorrow.

And the next day.

[Olive] And the day after that.

[both laugh]

-[Olive] Have fun! -[tires screeching]

[alarm beeping]

* tense music plays *

[engine revs, tires screech]

[Olive laughs]

[Robby] Whoa!

-[Robby screams] -[Olive laughs]

[alarm beeping]

[tires screeching]

[alarm beeping]

[groans]

[bus door opens and closes]

* music fades out *

[school bell rings]

[engine idling]

-Uh... what are you doing? -[screams]

[whispers] Keep your voice down.

-They might hear you. -Who?

You don't see their car, do you?

Whose car?

And why did you just make us miss the bus?

I'll tell you on the walk home.

Now keep your eyes peeled.

Why are you being so weird?

[Robby sighs heavily]

And they've been tormenting me ever since.

Geez, you should've told me sooner.

Now I get why you're being so paranoid.

I am not being paranoid!

I just want to avoid the creepy jerks who...

are right here.

[laughs]

Check out who's talking a big game

to his baby sister.

Great.

Keep your cool, bro.

Yeah. You wouldn't want to cry

and short-circuit your sleeve thing.

Didn't your mother ever teach you it's not nice to be mean?

Don't you dare talk about my mom!

Yeah. No more talking.

Let's settle this thing right now!

You're nothing but a puny poser

whose big robot friends always save his butt.

[Robby screams]

* tense music plays *

[laughter]

Is that the best you've got?

[clanks]

-[grunts] -[glass clinks]

[scream]

-[door opens] -[Schloder] Mr. Malto!

-[startled scream] -The protocols you have broken:

Military, civilian, Witwicky municipal.

He's a monster!

He ruined Mary Lou!

Please. It'll buff right out.

See?

[relieved] Oh...

Explain yourself, Mr. Malto.

He-he pushed me.

They followed us and parked here just to start a fight.

We didn't do any of that.

School just let out and Hoagie was dropping me off at home.

[sighs] All limbs intact, Olive?

Wait, you know her?

I do.

In addition to being a government agent,

I am Uncle Jon "No H" Schloder, appointed legal guardian

to one Olive Croft, my niece.

-What the what? -* tense musical stinger *

Olive is Agent Croft's daughter?!

[doorbell dings]

* ominous music plays *

You have military grade weapons in the palms of your hands

and you pulled them on a couple of kids?

Walk us through this, son.

How did things get so out of hand?

[Schloder] No need for the blow-by-blow.

I have video evidence right here.

The kerfuffle has gone viral.

Ay, Robby. How could you?

I know it's bad,

but the video totally leaves out

-Hoagie shoving Robby first. -Thank you!

What? I didn't shove him.

He's lying!

Why is everyone taking their side?

I'm the good guy!

Then act like one.

We warned you about this.

And yet again, you put other people's lives in danger.

Uncle Jon, I'm not sure when I'll feel safe enough

to go out again.

There, there, Olive.

This is not your fault.

Apologize, Robby.

Fine. I'm sorry Hoagie shoved me

and forced me to do the Prime Power thing.

Robby! You have abused your abilities for the last time.

You are grounded, young man!

[irritated huff]

Thank you for this fruitful confab.

I am sure it is but a minor hiccup

in the storied annals of the Maltos.

-[footsteps departing] -[door opens]

"Boo-hoo, my perfect family is so mean to me."

You have no idea how lucky you are, Malto.

In light of this violent hullabaloo,

I shall brief Megatron and Optimus

when they all return from their sojourns.

Are you prepared to depart, Olive?

[splutters] Actually, Hoagie and I were going to study.

We are?! Uh...

Oh right. Yeah, uh, we are.

[car engine starting]

[tires screech]

Now that that's over, you wanna have band practice or something?

Not right now, Thrash. Those kids are up to something.

Olive had this smirk on her face.

And now they're saying they're going to go study?!

Tomorrow's not even a school day.

[inhales] Nobody studies on a Friday night!

This sounds like a mystery for... Detective Thrash!

We should trail 'em.

Okay, "Detective Thrash."

How do we find Olive and Hoagie?

[slurps, waggles tongue]

Hmm...

Discount motor oil...

the dyed yarn of cerulean denim,

and the stench of lies.

Let's roll.

* dramatic music plays *

-[grunts] -[tires screeching]

* music fades out *

Uh, why do you have an all-access backstage pass

-to this place? -It's my mom's old key card.

Our contact told me to bring it.

And you heard Uncle Jon. Nobody's home.

* suspenseful music plays *

[gasps]

This cannot be good.

Of course not...

because Detective Thrash is never wrong.

[splutters] Hey!

[Twitch] Thrash, you're late for training in the Autobot Garage.

[imitates static] Sorry. You're breaking up.

Can't hear you. I'd rather do something else.

What are you doing?

Why didn't you tell Twitch

about Olive and Hoagie?

Look, I want to start running point more

to take pressure off Twitch.

Plus, solving this mystery could really be my moment to shine.

[phone chiming]

Don't freak, but I think our contact might be my mom.

How else would they know my nickname?!

I always knew she was still out there

and now I think she needs our help!

[phone chimes]

Okay, she says turn this way.

* ominous music plays *

This is it! They're in here!

Uh, this much security is usually a bad sign.

But what if it's my mom?

The Maltos and Autobots are so sus,

they'd totally lock her up in here.

I don't even want to imagine what they're doing to her.

We gotta get her out.

[sighs] You're right. Let's do it.

-[beeps] -[rumbling]

* tense music plays *

Mom?

Olive. Hoagie.

So nice to finally meet you in person.

Uh, what's the deal, Jar Bro?

You're definitely not who we thought you were.

[chuckles] Allow me to explain.

I am Dr. Meridian, and I worked closely with Olive's mother.

She is why I summoned Olive.

I hope to reunite the two of them.

So she is alive!

Most certainly.

Agent Croft treated me so nicely.

I'd like to repay her kindness.

It never sat well with me

the way the Maltos just discarded her.

Tell me where my mom is!

Perhaps it would be better if I showed you.

[inaudible]

[Mandroid] The Maltos always had it out for your mother.

They banished her to Cybertron!

Cybertron?

I can help you get her back.

Never thought I'd say this, but I believe Head in a Jar.

Alright, Doctor, tell me what you need me to do.

Unlock this cage and release me from these restraints.

[air hissing]

[chuckles]

* music fades out *

[whirring]

* tense music plays *

Hmm...

They should be right around here.

[Mo shrieks]

-[alarm blaring] -[grunts]

[Mo] Ow!

Detective Thrash

tells me they're close.

* ominous music plays *

[Mo] Starscream!

[Thrash] And Mandroid?!

This is as far as you go Star... droid,

or, um, Man... scream.

What is going on?!

My explosive resurgence has only yet begun.

Is that some kind of play on words?

Yes, you blockhead.

This is an omega class plasma fusion combustion charge.

[all shout]

I'll call in the prison break.

No. We need to stop Mandroid

before this gets worse!

She's right. We gotta go. Now!

[engine revs, tires screech]

[snoring]

-[low humming] -[startled] Huh?

[panting]

-We thought you might sneak out. -Unground me.

So Big. JB. Thrash. Twitch. They need me!

I am sure whatever it is they have it under control.

Game changer! Gotta go hero!

Nuh-uh. Cool your jets.

Nobody's called anything in.

For all we know, this is just JB

helping another ladybug cross the road.

So sit back down.

[sighs]

[Hashtag] Where'd they go?

[Twitch] Over there!

* ominous music plays *

[beeping]

[Twitch] What are you doing, Man-Scream?!

Blowing the fault line and destroying Autobot Base!

[crackling]

Ah! Help me! He's controlling me!

This is not about control, this is about destruction

of all Cybertronians and their allies.

[screeches]

[Hashtag] It's over Star-Droid.

I think we landed at "Man-Scream."

[grunts]

I am at a loss as to what fault line

he is attempting to rupture.

What is he up to?

[Mo] Hey. Where's Olive and Hoagie?

* music fades out *

[Olive] You got this, Hoagie. Just don't look down.

[Hoagie grunts]

[screams] I'm not looking down!

I'm not looking down!

Hoagie and I have reached the Spacebridge. What's next?

[Mandroid] Empty the vial I gave you onto the Spacebridge.

* grim music plays *

[hisses, bubbles]

[crackling]

[beeping]

[grunts]

Hey! JB! Get Man-Scream to chase you into that far corner!

That's terrifying.

But if you say so, sis.

[grunts]

[panting] Gotta oil up.

Got-- I gotta get my Sparkio up. [panting]

[grunting]

[Nightshade] Twitch! What were you thinking?!

Maybe we should call Optimus Prime!

Absolutely not! I can fix this.

Your emotions say otherwise.

You're not thinking clearly.

Pull your head out of your rotors, Twitch!

If this was OP or Megs, they'd have won this by now.

I am not going to be the Bot who loses back-to-back battles!

I just need to knock

that mind-control badge

off Starscream!

Whoa!

Twitch! Look out!

[grunts]

[groaning]

[Olive] The Spacebridge circle is complete!

[Mandroid] Now take your mother's key card

and insert into the slot on the base.

Do this one final step

and you will be reunited with your mother.

* tense music plays *

Neither Thrash nor Detective Thrash

have a good feeling about that.

[Twitch] The Spacebridge? And it's working?

Why do I feel like Olive and Hoagie

have something to do with that?

Wait until you bear witness to my extinction protocol.

Wait. Then the bomb...

[beeping]

* tense music plays *

-[party horn blows] -* music ends *

[Twitch] This... This was all a diversion.

[Nightshade] Mandroid has always hated Transformers.

And now he will be able to destroy Cybertron!

I think it's time we call Optimus.

No... I'll do it.

Everyone else get to the Spacebridge.

[assorted mechanical whirring]

[Nightshade screeches]

* somber music plays

Twitch to Optimus.

We need you back in Witwicky at once.

Mandroid has opened the Spacebridge.

Robby, we don't enjoy saying no.

But being a parent, sometimes we--

There! Do you see?

Is that...

the Spacebridge?

Exactly. Look, I know it's hard to trust me right now,

but Mo, Twitch, all of them,

-they need me... -[shimmers]

...before it's too late.

[rumbling]

Thank you, Olive. You've done well

in opening the Spacebridge to Cybertron.

You know why I helped you.

Yes, yes, we all have our reasons.

What about my mom?!

[laughs]

Hold on to that naïveté, child. It suits you.

Wait, have you been lying to her?!

A necessary evil to serve the greater good!

Now then, time to annihilate the Cybertronians

at their source!

[Mandroid grunts]

* tense music plays *

Malto-Bots, you know what to do.

Yes, stop Man-Scream. But how?

[Mo] What's the plan, sis?

Guess this is where you'd say, "It's time to cyber-sync--"

[grunts, screams]

Thrash, no!

-I have you, brother! -[screams] Nightshade!

[screeches]

Got you!

* solemn music plays *

Status report?

Status: lousy!

Mandroid mind-controlled Starscream

to take him across the Spacebridge!

Then the Bridge is open...

[groans]

* suspenseful music plays *

Ahh! Olive, get back!

No, it could be my mom!

Mom!

-[grunts, thuds] -[grunts]

Mom! Mom, it's me!

Look out!

* tense music plays *

[Mandroid] Another war-machine invading Earth?

No matter!

You will fall like the rest!

[grunts]

[grunts]

Hey! You're Mr. Hot Rod, right?

Just Hot Rod is fine.

Is my mom on your world?

Your mom?

Yes! Have you seen her?

Look, I don't know what I just walked into,

but I do know there are no humans on Cybertron.

Cybertron is a big planet, right?

You can't know whether my mom's there or not.

[Mo] Olive, I'm sorry,

but your mom... died.

Like I'd believe anything you say!

Kid, I came through the Bridge to get help for Cybertron.

I don't know anything about any "mom."

You're lying! You're both lying!

Why would Mr. Hot Rod lie?

To protect you Maltos!

What's a... "Mal-Toe"?

See? He doesn't even know them!

How can you be so sure your mom's on Cybertron?

She has to be!

Why?!

Because...

the last time we talked, we yelled at each other.

That can't be the way it ends.

* soft dramatic music plays *

It just can't...

* music intensifies *

Status report?

[sigh] Just explained this.

That horror show up there is this close

to taking the Spacebridge back to Cybertron!

The Spacebridge,

the path home.

It's open

after all this time.

Status report?

[frustrated grunt] Just explained this!

[Mandroid cackling]

Cybertronian vermin, did you really think you could stop me?

[chittering, snarling]

[Arachnamechs chittering]

* tense music plays *

[grunting]

Optimus?

[grunting]

Go! Stop Mandroid!

-[groans] -[crackling]

-Wait! [groans] -[crackling continues]

Never fear, Starscream!

We will liberate you

even if we must destroy you to do it.

Ahh! Megatron, help me!

I'm second-in-command in my own body!

Quiet, you!

[powering up]

-Ahh! -[tires screeching]

[grunts, screams]

-[rattling] -[gasps]

[strained grunting]

[frustrated grunting]

[car alarm blaring]

See? I can help with my powers!

[explosions]

And it looks like they need my help there!

Wait, son. We'll go together.

[Robby sighs]

Can I get a ride?

[Twitch] You were kidding about destroying him, right?

[Megatron] Largely.

[screeching]

[grunts] Optimus!

The Tower!

[Arachnamechs skittering]

[beeps]

* dramatic music plays *

[powering up]

[tires screeching, engine revving]

Whoa!

[high-pitched scream]

[Arachnamechs screech]

Thanks! I'm Mo, by the way.

Mo Malto.

Oh, so you're a "Mal-Toe."

Actually, it's "Mall-Tow."

[Arachnamechs screech]

Got it!

You know, I've never seen anything

like the technology you're using.

[Arachnamechs screech]

Yet it feels familiar somehow.

My cyber-sleeve?

It's a gift from Quintus Prime.

My brother has one too.

Quintus, huh?

So, in a way,

the sleeves are the Emberstone?

-Pretty much, yeah. -[Arachnamechs screech]

-[Arachnamech roars] -[Olive] Ah!

Gotcha!

* dramatic music plays *

Ahh!

[grunts]

Come on, Twitch. Megs needs you.

[both grunting]

[grunting]

[Twitch] Over here, fishbowl-head!

[screeching]

[powers up]

[both grunting]

[grunting]

[groans]

[Twitch grunting]

You, Terran,

will mark the first victory of my new crusade.

-[whirring] -Hmm?

[yells] No!

Ahh!

[grunts]

Thus ends "Man-Scream."

Thank you for saving me.

This time, I was there for you.

I'm certain one day,

you will be there for me.

[screeches]

Whoo!

Down came the rain

and took that spider out!

And another major crisis solved by the heroes of Witwicky.

And you did well tonight, Thrash.

You really stepped up.

Wow, uh, t-thanks, uh, Mr. Opti--

Mr. Prime, s-sir!

I'm glad somebody stepped up.

[clanking, whirring]

Hot Rod!

It's, uh, great to see you all again.

* dramatic music plays *

But I didn't come for a reunion.

Cybertron's in trouble.

What's wrong?

Allow me to guess.

A large cadre of Decepticons arrived on our home world

in my stolen ship.

Exactly.

And, Skip, we could really use the help of a Prime.

I'll go, of course.

We'll all go. In fact, we can send out the call

to the rest of the Autobots as well.

There's really no time to waste.

I was lucky the Bridge reopened when it did.

[tires screech]

Sorry I'm late. What'd I miss?

The Autobots are going to Cybertron.

What? Really?

Yes! It's finally happening.

Bumblebee, I need you to stay behind

and post guards in shifts until we return.

But I'm supposed to be the scout.

[dejected] That's my thing.

Nice to meet you, Hot Rod. I'm Dot Malto.

My husband Alex, and our son Robby.

You already met Mo.

We really bonded over kicking some Arachnamech butt.

[chuckles] Yeah. We did.

And I'd love the chance to get to know my new Terran cousins

and all you Maltos,

but there's just no time now.

We'll bond on Cybertron, 'cause I'm going!

Me too! [pants]

I'm dying to finally visit the land of our ancestors!

-[laughs] Yeah! -* hopeful music plays *

Cybertron, at last!

[in Tagalog] I'm so happy!

-[in English] Oh, yeah! -Woo!

* music drops *

I mean, not yet. Too risky.

We'll let Optimus scope it out first.

Aww!

Farewell. We'll be back soon.

I can't believe you're not letting me go.

You saw me on the highway!

You know I can hold my own!

Your heroics at the bridge

does not forgive your misuse of power earlier.

You're still grounded.

[Olive] He shouldn't be.

Mr. and Mrs. Malto,

everything that happened today wasn't Robby's fault.

Yeah, uh... I lied earlier.

I did shove him first.

* solemn music plays *

And that's not all.

We threatened him, intimidated him, goaded him.

It really was our fault.

Why would you do that?

Mandroid lied to me.

He said the Maltos sent Mom away through the Spacebridge,

and he could bring her back.

That's not true. Olive, we talked about this.

Yeah, you said she was "gone."

[sighs deeply] I'm sorry.

I should have been clear.

Olive, the truth is she's...

dead.

Yeah, I think I'm finally getting that now.

What happened exactly?

Mandroid happened.

Mandroid was responsible for her death.

Mandroid?

Why didn't you tell me?!

[sighs] I should've.

But it was hard, painful.

Olive, I messed up.

Your mom and I had our...

challenges.

But we still loved each other.

She was brilliant and fierce...

like her daughter.

And I know she loved you more than words can say.

And I love you too.

We will figure all this out together, I promise.

We'll grieve and carry on.

[Olive sniffles]

[breathes deeply]

Thanks.

And I'm sorry, Robby.

Truly.

Yeah, I'm sorry too.

You only delay the inevitable!

Dr. Meridian will eradicate you, alien scum--

[beeps]

Trust me, Megatron.

You will regret putting me back in this cell.

Hardly. I look forward to never seeing you again.

Okay, I need an Energon recharge,

so who wants first shift guarding the Bridge?

-Twitch? -* mellow music plays *

Um... I'd rather not. I...

uh, we trained all day, and...

I'll do it!

And I'll be in the dugout

practicing some power moves.

Not so fast, son.

Remind me, was it you who destroyed a hot dog cart,

took a ride home from strangers

when we told you to ride the bus,

used your powers to intimidate your classmates,

destroyed a lamppost,

and damaged Hoagie's car?

[hesitantly] Yes...?

Right. That means you get to stay right here.

Think of it as community service.

And at least there are no hot dog carts up here

for you to destroy.

And absolutely no going through the Spacebridge.

Am I clear?

Crystal.

Love the enthusiasm.

* music fades *

[Nightshade screeches]

So, we definitely shouldn't just walk through

to take a quick peek at Cybertron.

Robby...

Kidding! Just kidding.

Mostly.

* gentle music plays

Wow, our connection

is really sending some terrific victory-over-Manscream vibes!

Um, way better than the skunk-inside-a-thornbush vibe

you're giving off, Twitch.

Are you okay?

[exasperated sigh]

I'm working on okay.

* music ends *

[vehicles approaching]

So, Megs, no Cyber-trip for you?

-No. -[whirring]

I did not like the person I was on Cybertron.

I prefer my life on Earth.

Here, with you Maltos.

Speaking of Maltos,

we never really said how long a shift should last.

What do you think? An hour? Two?

They're gonna be hungry soon, especially if the wind carries

a whiff of my culinary masterpiece.

[Robby] I guess I could chill on using my powers so much.

It's just... I feel like they're the only thing

that makes me different, or special.

Don't you?

Hmm. Well, are we special because we have powers

or do we have powers because we're special?

-Maltos. -* tense music plays *

Give me your sleeves.

Now.

Mr. Hot Rod, what are you doing?

Mo, get away from him!

Don't do it, kid.

Don't choose the hard way.

You don't know who you're messing with!

But you're about to find out!

[Robby grunts]

I thought we were friends.

Look, there are forces at play much larger than us.

If you ever see Optimus again, ask him.

What do you mean, if we ever see him again?

What did you do?!

-[Mo grunts] -[Robby] Ahh!

* tense music continues *

[Mo screams, grunts]

Um, Mom? Dad?

Something's wrong with Robby and Mo.

I-I thought it was me, but...

We can all feel it.

-[beeps] -Maltos, come in.

Do you read?

Static.

-[beeps] -Something is jamming comms.

* tense music continues *

Is that the best you got?!

I was chosen by Quintus Prime!

[grunts]

[groans]

[grunts]

Relax, kid.

This won't hurt you.

I just need that sleeve.

[zapping]

Get off! It's mine!

-[grunts] -[Robby screams]

Stop! Take mine!

Just don't hurt my brother.

Mo, no!

[groans]

[grunts]

Ahh!

I trusted you.

And I trusted Optimus,

but look where that led us.

[grunting]

Sorry, kid.

[groans]

-[grunts] -[groans]

* tense music builds *

[groans]

No! No!

* tense music intensifies *

-* music fades abruptly -[Mo groans]

* somber music plays *

[grunting]

[frustrated grunt]

I'm sorry it had to be this way.

[breathes deeply, gasps]

[winces]

Robby...

I can't feel you!

Or the Terrans!

We're cut off!

Of course we're cut off!

We lost our sleeves thanks to you! [grunts]

I didn't know giving up mine would cost you yours.

Agh!

But I'm not sorry for protecting you!

I never asked you to!

[furious grunt]

[strained grunting]

You don't have to ask, ever.

Besides, we don't need powers.

We're Maltos!

[both grunting]

[both panting]

Maybe you don't need powers, but I do!

And I'm getting mine back!

Ahh!

[panting]

Robby, wait!

[panting]

* ominous music plays *

[sighs deeply] Ugh.

Big little sister to the rescue.

Again.

* music fades *

Robby?

Mo?

Where are they?

Does this look like their Prime Power to you?

* soft dramatic music plays *

I guess we are going to Cybertron.

Yes!

I mean, I wish this were just a vacation

and not a scary mystery,

but I'll take what I can get.

Let's push the pedal to the metal, team!

* soft dramatic music continues *

* music fades *

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