Original subtitles

( electrical explosion )

Hey, guys. How was Egypt?

Our mission was a success.

A souvenir from the pyramids.

Ah, this is indeed the relic-lic-lic-lic--

Relic the satellite imagery located.

It had to be dug from the sand, of which there was a great deal.

Where do you want this thing, Denny? Over here?

ALL: Whoa! Or over here?

Whoa!

Aah! Caution, please.

We have yet to identify the relic and its capabilities.

Sorry. Students, I require clean grease for my pistons.

Yes, Master. Understood. Yep, I have some industrial grease back in the workshop.

Oh, and Grim, just put the relic down for now.

Sorry...again.

What is this thing, Fixit?

It appears to be an H.E.P. generator.

"High-Energy Pulse" generators produce short,

intense energy bursts that can disrupt,

if not destroy, a bot's neural nets.

This device could fry your brains?

Oh, we're perfectly safe, as long as the generator is not activated.

( both grunt )

( beeps ) ( powers up )

Oh, dear.

Wasn't me.

Transformers

Robots in disguise

Robots in disguise

( roars )

Robots in disguise

Robots in disguise

( generator beeping )

I don't want my brain fried.

I'll see what I can do.

Slipstream, Jetstorm, seek cover.

( both grunt )

( generator beeping weakly )

( powering down )

We went through a lot of trouble recovering that generator.

You'd rather have had your brain fried?

Question: How many Mini-Cons does it take

to disarm a High-Energy Pulse generator?

Answer: Ka-zap!

( laughs ) We heard that. It was most insulting.

Directing your jokes toward the three of us grows tiresome.

Aw, you little guys are so cute when you get offended.

Ow! Ow!

Jetstorm.

Ow.

You should tune up your motor mouth before someone else does it for you.

Hm! Aw, come on, Fixit.

I was just busting your bearings like always.

A little teasing, they can take.

But they asked you to stop and you kept on going.

Yeah, you didn't just cross the line this time, you blew it up with a bunker-buster

tactical explosive, and turned the surrounding area

into an uninhabitable, irradiated wasteland.

I think you better apologize to the Mini-Cons, Sideswipe.

Boy, some bots need to upgrade their humor modules.

What could there possibly be to salvage here?

Just make sure this is the un-crewed,

automated vessel we've been tracking.

Then shut down the engines once we reach our coordinates.

( grunts ) We don't know what we're looking for!

Whatever it is, it's much more powerful

than anything we've found yet.

If I be braving the briny deep,

I'll be needing a power boost.

( grunts )

I'll help, I'll help.

You don't have to get grabby.

( whirring )

Arr! Ready, I am.

Let's hitch it up and get going.

( upbeat theme playing )

CLAWTRAP: I'm joining you.

So you won't get any bright ideas

about making off with our loot.

Aerobolt, power me up.

What, I'm not good enough for you?

You might want to remember, you signed on to my crew.

That means you work for me.

Unless you'd rather I sell you to whatever it is

you're running from.

I thought you'd see it my way.

Engines stopped. We've reached the coordinates.

Keep an eye on our crew. I don't want any mutinies.

Dive, and start digging.

Every moment we remain on this planet,

we are in greater danger.

When do we make our move?

When the time is right.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Fixit, any sign of Optimus approaching Earth on long-range scanners?

Negative, sir. I'm sure he's on his way.

Oh, I hope so.

I can't shake the feeling there's something bigger going on with these strange Mini-Cons we've encountered.

Lieutenant, about those Mini-Cons, I was thinking--

Uh-oh, Strongarm was thinking. This won't end well.

Haven't you made enough enemies for one day?

We're past all that, right, buddy-bot?

Hmm!

You never apologized.

Ugh! I'm sorry, or whatever.

I guess.

Okay?

Huh. You think the shorties are gonna ignore me forever?

Not if you give them a proper apology.

With sincerity.

( dramatic theme playing )

They're coming back. They might need help.

I don't know exactly what it is,

but I do believe we hit the mother lode.

It's mine, you hear? Mine! No, it be mine!

CLAWTRAP: You want an up-close look?

I'm happy to give it to you.

Those little ingrates.

( all grunt )

( dramatic theme playing )

( grunts )

Oh, please.

There will be plenty of time for bowing and scraping.

Now, Where are my Mini-Cons?

Starscream? The Mini-Cons have been running from you?

You want to know where they are, eh?

Maybe we can make a deal.

What is it you're so eager to--?

( gasps )

It can't be.

The Dark Star Saber.

The what?

It was forged by Megatron.

How appropriate.

With the Mini-Cons, I can take the revenge I seek

on my old master.

But with this as well, I can conquer galaxies.

Hm, I'm not powered up completely.

( all scream )

But it will do for now.

The saber resists me.

And so do you.

You wanted a deal?

Tell me where to find the Mini-Cons,

or I will scatter you into the ocean one screw at a time.

Y-You're too late.

Those little traitors have abandoned ship.

( yells )

( Clawtrap screams )

Forget the Mini-Cons.

With a sword like that, you've got all the power you need.

Just pay us and get on with the conquering you want to do.

Not yet. I still have need of your services.

And there's no such thing as too much power.

Not as long as there's more to be had.

RoughEdge, bring my ship down from orbit

and set up the equipment.

Scan for the Mini-Con'' energy signatures.

They can't be far.

Dudes, so sorry, not gonna happen again.

Hey, I'm sorry, but, you know, it was funny.

Sideswipe? What are you doing?

Bee thinks I should apologize to Fixit, Jetstorm and Slipstream.

Which I did, by the way.

But no, it has to be a proper apology.

I saw this movie once where someone apologized

with flowers and a poem.

It almost seemed as if the Mini-Cons

were reluctant to assist those Decepticons they're allied with.

I sensed that when the Mini-Con took control of me.

There was also an incredible surge of power just before I lost control of my motor functions.

( beeping ) FIXIT: There is a symbiosis between the Mini-Con and its host.

The host is powered up, but we have no data

as to how this surge occurs, or under what parameters.

Strong as it was, why did it feel like the surge wasn't complete?

Like the Mini-Con was holding back?

Could be all kinds of reasons, Lieutenant. I mean, who knows what the Mini-Cons' true agenda is?

( dramatic theme playing )

( scanning )

( powering down )

Find the Cybertronian technology our sensors detected here.

Let's do it and modify our ship quickly.

We need this planet in our rear scanners.

I'll keep an eye out for the scavengers.

( grunting )

I thought Sideswipe was our friend,

that he accepted us as part of the team.

( grunts ) What do you expect from a bot with no manners?

( grunting )

( metal clanging )

We must notify our master.

Surely we can handle one intruder.

( dramatic theme playing )

Hyah!

( growls )

I'd like to see Sideswipe triumph so efficiently.

( footsteps )

You were saying something about triumph, Slipstream?

( action theme playing )

( both grunt )

( groans )

( clears throat )

"Autobots are good, Decepticons are bad.

I'm so very sorry, that I made you angry."

I couldn't think of anything that rhymes with "bad." What?

Has Sideswipe sustained injury to his cranial casing?

( objects crash )

( beeping )

We have multiple trespassers on the property.

Denny, Russell, take cover.

Team, let's rev up and roll out.

( tires screech )

( growls )

( grunts )

Aah!

( dramatic theme playing )

Don't let them leap into your hands.

It's how they take control.

( grunts )

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Aah!

Whoa. These are some mighty Minis.

I recognize you.

What is it all of you are after?

And are those scavengers with you?

( grunts )

Huh?

Not again.

Careful, Grim!

( roars )

( grunts )

Huh?

How-- How can you control me when--?

TRICERASHOT: When I couldn't control you?

Maybe because we're both Dinos.

I don't know.

But listen, Bashbreaker,

I don't think the big Dino is an enemy.

( both grunt )

(coughing )

( groans )

( dramatic theme playing )

Lieutenant Bumblebee, status report.

If you can hear me, please respond.

( yelps )

( bots grunting )

( straining )

Oh, there you all are.

Just came to tell you, if you need me,

I'll be vacationing on Alpha Centauri.

( screams )

( sighs )

Tricerashot, wait.

Please, we only came

for the High-Energy Pulse generator we detected.

You want the...?

I'm afraid it was destroyed.

Then there is nothing for us here.

( all groan )

( sighs )

Autobots, give chase.

( moans )

Students, remain with Fixit in case our enemies return.

I suggest we retreat to the Command Center before--

something like that happens!

( Fixit yelps )

SHADELOCK: Mini-Cons. Just what we were looking for.

Time to get paid.

( sighs ) Well, on the bright side, We got more hands-on experience

with this new breed of Minis.

Fixit, looks like we lost them.

Any track on their energy signatures?

( electricity crackles ) Fixit?

Come in, Fixit.

Back to base.

I have a bad feeling about this.

( dramatic theme playing )

( grunts )

Well, there is no need to push.

We're not resis-sis-sis-

( gasps )

( footsteps )

This...

This isn't possible. Starscream?

Your configuration does not match the visual references

in my database.

Have you been working out?

Just like you ordered, Starscream.

I'm curious, where did you capture them, Shadelock?

At the lost-and-found depository?

You brought me the wrong Mini-Cons.

But we tracked their energy signatures to the--

FIXIT: Ah, I believe I understand the confusion.

You see, other Mini-Cons departed Denny Clay's scrap yard

just before--

Denny Clay? Is he your superior officer? ( laughs ): Oh, no.

That would be Lieutenant Bumble- Bumble-Bumble-Bumble-

Bumblebee?

Bumblebee is here?

Bumblebee! Oh, no.

This just gets better and better.

Fixit!

Slipstream. Jetstorm.

They're gone. All three of them. Decepticons took them, Bee.

They came through a GroundBridge just after you left.

That means the Mini-Cons could be anywhere.

I didn't even get a chance to apologize to them.

Or figure out how to apologize.

You'll still have your chance.

Hello, Bumblebee.

Nice to see me, isn't it?

Starscream?

But we thought you were--

Yes, I'm sure you did.

Your Mini-Cons are with me, and they're functional.

For now.

Release them, or I shall--

What do you want?

You.

Lay down your weapon and surrender to me.

Or your Mini-Cons will pay the price.

Bee, what are you doing? Lieutenant, no.

I can't let the Mini-Cons suffer.

Oh, so noble.

They'll sing songs about you when you're gone, Bumblebee.

Come, now.

( dramatic theme playing )

This isn't over.

Fixit, track Bee's signal.

Oh, yeah. Scrud.

If my students and Fixit are harmed,

there is no place in the galaxy

where Starscream will be safe from me.

I'm not waiting around for that to happen.

I'm going after them. Wait.

This isn't some average 'Con we're dealing with.

It's Starscream. The four of us aren't experienced enough

or equipped to-- ( rapid beeping )

( dramatic theme playing )

What now? Contact coming in by air.

Might be Starscream looking to finish the job.

On guard, team.

I think we just got a lot better equipped.

( dramatic theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

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