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[ethereal music]

[haunting bird call]

[electronic whirring]

[suspenseful music]

[engines rumbling]

[brakes grind]

[deep cackling]

- Those Autobots are gonna lose their coolant

when they find out we stole their stash.

[Decepticons whirring]

- Serves them right for working with humans.

- Sweet energon.

- Just like my tip said--

lots of goods, no guards.

[horn blaring] both: Huh?

[dramatic music] [engine revving]

♪ ♪

[whirring]

- Optimus?

- Things aren't always what they seem.

That's your cue to surrender.

- Decepticons never go down without a fight!

[doors clank, engine roars]

[whirring] [tires screeching]

- I was hoping you'd say that.

Makes the job so much more fun.

- Hardtop. Swindle.

The war is over.

We offer you a peaceful life.

- Yeah, in prison!

- Sorry, Optimus.

We gotta blow!

[machines rattling]

[energy blasts whizzing]

[weapon ringing]

[engines roaring, wheels squealing]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[breaks squeal]

♪ ♪

[whirring]

[wheels squeal]

[grunting]

♪ ♪

[blows clanging]

[groans]

[container clangs]

[all grunting]

♪ ♪

- What?

You think I set this trap just to let you get away?

- That tip was from you?

- Here's another one--

duck.

- Ah, scrap.

[container clangs]

[grunts]

- [grunts]

I'll never surrender,

and you'll never find every 'Con on this rock!

- Agree to disagree.

[electronic shrieking]

- [grunting]

[garbled whimpering]

[electronic trilling]

- [grunting]

- Uh, oh, no.

[screams]

[tense music]

[crunches] [Optimus Prime grunts]

[electronic shrieks]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- What is that thing?

- I've never seen technology like it.

This isn't Cybertronian, yet we appear to be its target.

- Think it has something to do with those rumors?

- About the Decepticons going missing?

Perhaps.

I fear what it may portend for all of us.

There is more to this than meets the eye.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[electronic whirring]

[mysterious music]

[whirring]

[electricity crackling]

[crickets chirping]

[ethereal music]

♪ ♪

[wheels and gears rattling]

- [gasps] It's working!

Great invention, Robby.

- Cross your fingers.

[phone beeping]

Nothing.

Try reeling it in some?

[phone beeps and trills] Yes!

Finally! Hold there.

Now I can text--

- Kids, dinner's ready!

I couldn't find the aluminum foil,

so it looks a little weird.

Don't judge.

Is that my bike? Where are you?

- Uh, getting foil. We'll be right in.

- Oh, my lolo gave that to me! Be careful--

[phone whines]

[Robby groans]

- Ah! Oh, wait, wait!

Ah-- - Gotcha!

- Oh, I--oh, okay. All right now.

- What did the petrified boy say about my cooking?

It rocks.

[both laugh]

- You rock. [kiss smacks]

Especially when you make a hungry park ranger

her favorite food.

[phone clicking]

- [chuckles]

- Son, put that away.

You know we don't do phones at the table.

- Just one more text?

- Connect with us, kiddo.

This is our special family time.

- One, two, three, and the prize goes to me!

[snarfs] Ha-hah.

- [laughs] Hey! No fair!

- [sighs] I know the feeling.

[soft sentimental music]

- I was thinking, maybe tomorrow

we can help you unpack your room

and get rid of all those moving boxes?

- Yeah!

You could even pick a color and we'll paint.

- I don't want new paint!

I miss my old room in our old house.

Can't we please just move back to Philly?

- Robby, we talked about this.

- But you guys never listen!

There's no phone service here, so I can't talk to my friends--

- Robby-- - And the only Wi-Fi

is in this room, where-- guess what?

I'm not allowed to use it!

All so Mom can have her dream job.

- Son. Families support each other.

We all made changes coming here.

- And we're not leaving.

So that's enough until you're ready to have

a respectful conversation.

[silverware clatters] - [groans]

[heavy footsteps]

[Robby grunts]

[door slams]

- Maybe I could try talking to Robby?

Lumpia is a great icebreaker.

- Take extra.

[suspenseful music] - Robby.

Bet you didn't know this house

comes with free room service.

[distant clanking]

[gasps]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

We're not supposed to bike alone after dark!

Where are you going?

- My real home--Philly!

- You can't ride your bike all the way to Philly!

Slow down! [bike chain pops, rattles]

I don't have turbo legs!

[grunting]

[wheels squeal]

- I'll fix this, then you go.

Got it?

[distant vehicles whirring]

[suspenseful music]

[vehicles rumbling]

- Uh, Robby?

- Quit shaking the bridge, Mo.

- Robby!

[engines roaring]

- Run!

[electronic warbling]

[metallic clank]

- What are those things?

Whoa--

[rockets whistling]

[explosions boom]

[truck groaning]

[whimpering]

- Run, and don't let-- [explosion booms]

Go!

[pained grunting]

[Robby yelps]

[gravel rattles]

- [pained groans]

- You okay, Mo?

- I'll be better when I'm further away

from those spider things. - Yeah.

Let's get you back to the house.

- Does this mean you're staying now?

Here with me and Mom and Dad?

- Stop doing that.

- Doing what?

-[groans]

Trying to control my life!

- What's wrong with you, Robby?

The big brother I know would never go on an adventure

without me!

- He disappeared when we left the city.

There's nothing here worth staying for.

- Not even me?

- Well, you're--that's not--

I don't--

[screams]

- I can be loud!

[screams] [energy warbles]

[both gasp and pant]

[energy warbling]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

♪ ♪

Huh. Just a cool glowy cave.

[grunts]

- Take it easy, John Henry.

[rumbling]

[cracking]

[both scream]

[rock crackling]

[both scream]

[Robby grunts]

- Ugh.

[tense music]

Whoa.

- There's nothing like this in Philly.

- You think anyone's ever been down here before?

- Somebody had to leave that.

♪ ♪

That's how scary movies start.

It could be a mutant lightning bug egg.

Or turn your hand into goo!

Or maybe it's the cursed eyeball

of a dinosaur god!

[Robby chuckling]

[metallic clank]

[rattling]

Ooh. You broke it.

- No, I didn't!

See, it's fine.

[grunts] Give me a hand.

[both grunting]

[suspenseful music]

[energy warbles]

♪ ♪

- Legacy of hope.

[yelping and grunting]

- What's happening? [Mo shrieks]

- Robby, make it let go!

[Robby grunting]

[energy warbles, Robby grunts]

[Mo whimpers]

- I can't get it off! [Mo shrieks]

- Robby! [gasps]

[energy chirps and whirs]

[liquid bubbles]

[energy blasts]

[sweeping dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[energy hisses]

[warbling fades]

- What are they?

[bots whir]

[both gasp]

[clanking footsteps fade]

Are they--

- Afraid of us?

You felt that, too, right?

- Totally.

It was like this sleeve thing

was sending me feels from someone else.

- From Twitch and Thrash.

- How do we know their names?

- I think we're connected to them?

- Robby?

- Mo?

- They know our names too.

Mo! - It's okay.

You don't have to be scared.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[energy ringing]

- [gasps] Huh.

I feel...calm.

- I think that's them, 'cause it's definitely not me.

- Human?

- Friend?

- Friend.

[adventurous music]

♪ ♪

[Twitch gasps]

[energy whirring]

♪ ♪

- My sister and I won't hurt you.

[metallic screech]

[screen whirs and chirps]

[Mo screams]

[energy blasts] [fragments tinkle]

- Wow. - No way!

You're a Transformer!

- Okay. We have to bring them home.

- 100%.

- Twitch, Thrash--real talk.

How would you feel about a sleepover at our house?

And being best friends?

[ethereal music]

Warm fuzzies!

TF BFFs confirmed!

- Whoa.

Whatever these cyber-sleeves are,

they're gonna take some getting used to.

- We'll figure it out. Together.

♪ ♪

[ominous music]

[screen chirps, energy blasts]

♪ ♪

- So there are more Decepticons in the area.

Friends of yours?

- Aw, come on, man.

I don't even know those guys.

There's an Autobot code against torture, you know.

[scientist chuckles]

- Oh, I'm no Autobot,

or one of their pathetic allies.

And you're about to help me become so much more.

♪ ♪

- Coast is clear.

- Dad fell asleep on his students' essays again.

- Shh! - [snoring]

- Aww. - Who's that?

- [giggles] Let's go.

Just wait till we tell them we adopted two Transformers!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Mo, we can't tell Dad or Mom that.

- How come?

- Think about it-- we're just kids.

These are two totally new Transformers born on Earth!

They'll take them away.

You got to hide here for tonight, okay?

- Aww. You feel frowny.

- You don't want to be with us?

- No! We do.

Listen, Thrash, I was leaving this place forever

when I met you and Twitch.

But now, you're the only reasons I might stay.

[pained grunt]

The second reason.

Please just hide till morning?

- Then we'll figure out how to make

everything A-okay with our parents

so you can stay with us forever!

- I sense hope.

You mean what you say.

- Absolutely.

Tomorrow, we'll show you what it means to be Transformers.

- Hmm.

Till then, check these out.

You'll start to see why you're so special.

- [chuckles] They'd never believe this in Philly.

[crickets chirping]

[warm music] [bird chirps]

- Aren't you glad we traded in the city for this?

- Every day, hon.

It's a new beginning for all of us.

♪ ♪

[birds chirping]

[rapid tapping]

[Robby grunts]

- Huh?

- Mo says you like to sleep late.

Why? That sounds so boring.

- We read your history books!

Yo, these Transformers guys are bananas!

- Hmm. Strange.

They were vehicles in the issues I read.

- Uh, glad you liked them.

They shouldn't be out here!

- Working on it.

Who wants to play hide and seek!

- Oh, a competition! I'm listening.

- Great!

You go hide, and, uh, I'll try to find you.

- Ready, set, go!

- Wait! Not where Mom and Dad can see!

[upbeat electronic music]

♪ ♪

[engine starts]

- Mom saw Mo! New game.

- Get in the barn and wait for Robby?

- Nope!

Transformer stuff!

Ay-yi-yi-yah! Whoa!

[branch crackles]

Whoa! [grunts]

Well, got style points for pain.

- Maybe comics weren't the best way

to teach them about being bots.

- Did I change into vehicle mode?

I feel so minivan!

- Yeah.

Twitch and Thrash need a crash course

on Transformer life.

[Thrash yelps and grunts]

With less crashing.

- Maybe we can get Dad to tell the story

of how Transformers came to Earth!

Twitch and Thrash can listen

and learn why they're different from Cybertronians.

- And why they need to stay hidden.

- Tell me your secrets!

[car alarm blaring]

[key fob chirps]

- A breakfast burrito picnic?

I was going to insist on lecturing inside, but son!

Hand-held food and history is the way to my heart.

- [whispering] Ow! You're standing on my servos!

- [whispering] Yeah, well, I can't hear!

[rhythmic tapping]

- Uh, come on, Dad!

Tell us about the Transformers war.

- My favorite story?

[chuckles] Okay! Okay, okay.

On September 17, 1984, everything on Earth changed.

But we begin on Cybertron.

[grand orchestral music]

A planet light years away populated by heroic Autobots

and dastardly Decepticons.

- Dad, isn't that oversimplifying things

a little?

- Hey, who's telling this story?

An epic battle raged between both sides--

the mighty Optimus Prime versus the cruel Megatron.

[in deep voice] One shall stand.

One shall fall.

- Ooh! Can I do Megatron? - Mm-hmm.

- [in deep voice] Why throw away your life so recklessly?

- Enter Bumblebee, the most daring, most brave--

- We get it, Dad. He's your favorite.

- [chuckles] You know it!

Bumblebee held the line on Cybertron.

- I got this, you guys!

- [in deep voice] Okay, bye-bye, thanks.

[energy blasts]

[energy booms and crackles]

[energy warbles]

On Earth, incredibly brave humans

joined forces with Optimus Prime--

- Like Mom!

- There's nobody braver, kiddo.

And, if you can Bumblebee-lieve it,

Bee showed up again too!

- Hey, guys!

- But Megatron and his Decepticons

threatened to crush everything in their path.

So to protect the universe,

Optimus destroyed his only way home--

the Space Bridge--

[energy crackles]

With the hope that humans and Cybertronians

could live together in peace.

- [in deep voice] Huh.

Maybe this Optimus guy has a point.

- The Transformers war was finally over.

[birds chirping]

- Dad, what happened to Bumblebee?

- He was never heard from again.

But Bee might still be alive somewhere!

Like I always say, Bee an Optimist

Prime, not a Negatron.

[Mo giggles]

- Uh, thanks for the story, Dad.

- [sniffles] Oh. I'm gonna need another burrito.

- Well? Wasn't that epic?

[energy whirs]

- I'm getting confusion?

- It's just that even if we are Transformers,

we don't feel like part of their story.

Or fight. - Yeah.

I mean, we can be warriors later.

Right now, I want to learn about this place!

- Hup.

[upbeat electronic music]

[engine rumbles]

♪ ♪

- What in the world of what?

[engine rumbles]

[brakes squeak]

[music silences]

[engines rumbling]

[dramatic music]

[whirring]

♪ ♪

You messed up my cones.

- Sorry, Dot.

OP's having...a day.

- Which continues.

This city may be in danger, Lieutenant Malto.

- It's Ranger Malto, OP.

I work for Park Services now, not Autobots.

The war is over, and so is our association.

- Think of it as working for GHOST.

- I don't believe in ghosts.

- GHOST is a secret military agency,

the one we work with

to ensure safe Cybertronian-Earth relations.

- GHOST created your job to relocate you

to their headquarters here.

- So all this is a lie.

- We needed the best.

A mysterious new enemy is threatening this town,

one that attacks our convoys and abducts our prisoners.

- You're telling me Decepticons

and more of whatever this is, are right here in Witwicky?

[distant rotors whirring]

[whirring]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[dramatic electronic music]

[whirring]

♪ ♪

[footsteps clanking]

♪ ♪

- [growls]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪