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[mechanical whirring]

[zapping]

- [chuckles]

That's one more Embershard for Team Malto.

- Ha! - Whoo! We did it. We did it.

[zapping]

- [groaning]

- Look out! - Incoming!

- Run!

[dramatic music]

* *

- Nightshade.

- [whimpering]

- [yelps] - Are you two OK?

What was that?

- Ooh, just a minor dose of chaos energy.

[grunts]

- Do I want to know what happens

if someone gets a bigger dose?

- It's cool, Mom.

As soon as we get all the pieces back,

Mo and Robby can heal the Emberstone

and make chaos energy go away forever.

Right, guys?

- We're gonna try.

- Then what are we waiting for?

We're on a roll.

- Actually, Jawbreaker, except for the Embershards

Starscream has at Decepticon Base,

we recovered every piece that went missing.

- [gasps]

[dance music playing]

* *

- [laughs] All right, all right, all right, look,

I know we say it a lot,

but we're very proud of you two.

Most kids don't have to balance being a hero and a student

all at the same time.

- Very true.

It must feel good to finish the Embershard project.

How's your other big project going?

- I got to grow a few more inches

before I go to pro wrestling tryouts.

- [chuckling] No.

Your history report.

Your photo journal on the history of Witwicky?

- Oh, that project.

I'll do it right after the party.

- You mean you haven't even started yet?

- Eh.

* *

[music stops]

- Morgan. It's due tomorrow.

[balloon pops] - Tomorrow?

[transforming pulses]

[electricity crackling]

[dance music playing]

all: Go, go, go, go.

* *

- Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

[laughter]

- Mo!

Did you hear what your father just said?

- I was gonna do my history report, honest.

But I figured saving the world was more important.

- Both are important, hon.

- OK, then since I do the saving,

maybe Dad could use his history teacher powers

and do the reporting for his favorite human daughter.

Ugh, I don't even like history class!

- [gasps, whimpers]

- Oh, let's hope he doesn't remember hearing you say that.

- Oh!

Dottie, I just had the worst nightmare.

- Sorry, Dad.

It's just, we've been doing this for over a year,

and we can finally celebrate and--

- Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

[all cheering]

- Hey, focus, Mo.

We know it hurts right now, but you can join

after taking care of your schoolwork.

- Maybe I can help.

Isn't it super weird that there is

almost nothing on the internet about Witwicky?

Tell 'em, VAL.

- Witwicky, Pennsylvania,

a town that exists in Pennsylvania.

The end.

- That is strange.

Then again, so is Witwicky.

- Exactly.

Maybe we can figure out this weird little town's

life story, hmm?

What do you say, Mo?

- Almost done, guys?

Witwicky has laws against skipping your own party.

- No, I have to do a report on the history of Witwicky.

- Well, those creepy ruins we found

should get you an easy A, right?

- Thrash, you're a genius.

- Ooh, can you say that again but louder?

- Sure, as soon as we get back.

Ready?

- Creepy ruins?

Ooh, that's a pass.

- I'm still game.

- Thanks, Hashtag.

* *

- Ooh, we could start a podcast.

My sister and the terrible, horrible, no-good,

very bad alien.

- Nah, too dramatic.

- Right. [chuckles]

Yeah, we need a title that sells adventure

and relatable themes and--

[gasps]

[camera shutter clicks]

Wow.

It's breathtaking.

- Totally.

OK, let's roll out.

- But we just got here.

[chuckles] Aren't you curious about this place?

- I'm curious what snacks Dad made

for the party we're missing.

- How can you think about food when you are standing

in the middle of real-life ancient history?

[stomach growls]

Oh, right, humans get hungry. [chuckles]

Well, listen, we don't have to stay here all day,

but at least show me where you found

the Quintesson Executioner.

- Sure.

His space pod was parked right there,

but then he made the whole pyramid

come out of the ground, and then he flew away.

The end. Ready?

- Do you think he parked here,

or do you think someone put him here?

- I don't know.

We were sword fighting the whole time,

so I never really got a chance to ask.

Sorry.

- Did he say what he was doing on Earth

or why he was in Witwicky?

- He only said stuff about Quintus

and how I'm supposed to...

[gruffly] Pay for his crimes.

- Crimes?

What crimes?

- He said Quintus abandoned them.

- [gasps] So Quintus put the executioner here.

[suspenseful music]

Oopsie.

[screams]

- I'm coming, Hashtag!

- [shouting]

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Is homework supposed to be this fun?

- Which part of this is fun?

[gasps]

* *

- Whoo-hoo!

I bet no one has ever been down here.

- Or no one's lived to tell the tale.

[grunts]

- OK, I take back what I said earlier.

History rules.

And I am totally in my element.

- This is your element?

- Sorry I was grouchy earlier.

I'm really glad we're doing this.

- Yeah, me too. [chuckles]

Is it always this dark underground?

- Sis, you're the bravest bot I know.

And there's no one I'd rather be here with.

- And Thrash refused to come.

- See?

You're braver than Thrash.

- Thanks, Mo. [chuckles weakly]

Any guesses where we are?

- [snarling]

- Is it really bad or super bad?

- Uh-huh.

- [roars]

- Dweller!

[tires squealing]

- I thought you beat that thing last year!

- Me too.

And I was turbocharged on Cave Water.

- I see a door!

- Another one?

Mo! - [growls]

[tires squealing]

Hold on!

[blasters zapping]

My element!

[exciting music]

* *

Nice moves, Hashtag.

- Did we lose 'em?

Mo?

- We're...fine.

- Your hesitation and tone are very suspicious.

- [growling]

- [whispering] Quick, turn your lights off.

- [whispering] I'm already scared enough, thanks.

- Remember the first time we met a Dweller?

They passed over you and JB to get to Thrash.

His headlights were shining right at it.

- [gasps]

- Trust me.

[dramatic music]

* *

[festive music playing] all: Go. Go. Go.

Go. Go. Go. Go. Go.

* *

- [roars]

* *

[growls]

* *

[snarls]

- [laughs] Whoo!

[giggles]

- Ugh! - Gah!

- Ew.

- Seriously?

- What? I still have a report to do.

- Hey, sorry I froze up back there,

and thanks for being the best little big sister

in the world.

- Anytime, big little sister.

- OK, now, where are we?

Jeez.

How does Witwicky have so many

of these alien-looking tunnels?

- I think you're forgetting, why do they react to you?

- And the tower Mandroid raised,

it was made of the same stuff, right?

- What do you think it is?

- Weird is what it is.

VAL, can you combine all the maps I have of Witwicky,

the other tunnels we've explored

and the stuff we found on Agent Croft's hard drive?

- Of course I can, but would you like me to?

- VAL!

- Hmm, your tone suggests yes.

- Whoa!

Everything connects?

- Am I crazy, or does that part kind of look like a--

[heavy thudding]

[zapping]

- [grunts] My turn already.

And you have to do it with style.

[grunting]

- Ha!

Some style you got there, Spitfire,

or should I call you No-Fire?

- Ha, ha, ha.

And I thought you were just funny-looking.

- Aftermath is the complete package.

Ta-da!

- I don't think you--

[sighs] You know what? Never mind.

Just hold still while I recharge this--

what's it called again?

- Cyber Slayer.

Wicked cool name for a weapon if you ask--

ow! [gibbers]

[groaning]

[glugging]

That does not get any easier.

But what a rush.

- Yeah? Then next time, we'll trade.

[grunts]

[heavy thud]

Any doors open up yet?

- Ha, that's what we're doing here?

Sister, I stopped listening after Starscream said...

[mockingly] Take the Cyber Slayer.

Ah!

- Well, apparently

this thing's supposed to get us inside.

- Where?

- Yeah, Starscream left that part out.

But he did say it would help his big plan for taking down

the Maltos and the Autobots.

[shouts]

[grunts]

[shouts]

- They're getting worse!

- Speaking of worse.

Whoa!

- Why didn't I just go to the library like a normal kid?

[both screaming]

[dramatic music]

* *

- No!

[both scream]

- [shrieks] - [shouts]

[panting]

- [gasps]

This is on Mom and Dad for making me do my homework.

What happened to their rebellious spirit?

- [laughs] Who wants Embercake for dinner?

- With Cave Water frosting.

- Oh! Me, me, me, me. - Me, me, me, me.

- I do! I do!

- Let's just focus on us.

- OK, then.

I have enough for my report, so maybe we could leave

a few mysteries for another day and go home?

- But we're close to something, something big.

I can feel it.

VAL, please tell us where we are on the map.

- No.

- Excuse me?

- But I can show you.

- Ugh.

- Our position is uncharted.

- So where do we go from here?

- Definitely not back up that wacky waterslide.

* *

Mo, what does that look like to you?

[both shout]

[zapping]

- [laughs]

- Is this even doing anything?

- Open sesame!

[grunts]

[rocks crumbling]

both: Whoa.

- Who wakes Titan Terratronus?

Not you.

A vile surge disturbs my stasis.

- Hi, Miss Terratronus. [chuckles nervously]

I'm Hashtag, and that's my sister Mo.

One sec, please. [chuckles]

[whispering] Mo, sanity check.

The sky is blue. - Uh-huh.

- Dad clips his toenails in the van.

- Uh-huh.

- And there's a ginormous bot

sleeping under Witwicky.

- Wrong.

She's not asleep anymore.

- OK, thanks.

Sorry about that. [chuckles]

It's just not every day

we meet someone as impressive as you.

I do have a quick question, though.

Have we been walking around inside you?

And second part, did we just come out of your nose?

- [chuckles] Sisters.

Only beings who possess the power of Quintus Prime

may navigate my inner systems.

But I record no history in stasis.

- Wait. Then how do you know Quintus?

- And what are you doing sleeping under Witwicky?

- Witness the answers you seek.

I, too, am the progeny of Quintus Prime.

His work began long ago and spanned teracycles.

Using the Emberstone, Quintus would ignite life

on barren worlds across the universe

in hopes of spawning future allies of Cybertron--

pure intentions that failed.

The first life-forms he helped spark,

known as the Quintessons, sons of Quintus,

grew to seek out their creator.

They desired truth of their purpose.

But they discovered they were merely one of many--

many he would leave.

So they grew to distrust Quintus and all his species.

- Yeah, I met a Quintesson.

He said Quintus abandoned them,

but I didn't know what he meant.

- Hold on.

Is Quintus not the nice guy we thought he was?

- He is a Prime, deserving of your respect.

- OK, but he gave me and my brother this power.

Then he disappeared.

- The Quintessons grew bitter,

endeavoring to destroy his work and strip him

of a power they felt better fit to wield themselves.

But Quintus knew them unworthy due to their violent nature.

Remorseful Quintus retired to a young world

with no need for his powers--

Earth--where he laid the Emberstone to rest.

His hunters tracked its power signature.

To protect the artifact,

Quintus synced his spark with it

and created one final life-form to serve as guardian

of the precious Emberstone:

I, Titan Terratronus.

After cloaking the artifact's signature,

I fooled the Quintessons into thinking

our maker escaped with it.

They followed, leaving behind scouts and beasts

not powerful enough to breach my walls

and extinguish my spark,

despite many efforts.

So I laid ready to wake and defend the Emberstone

from them or any other unworthy usurpers...

a need that never developed.

Unused, my power diminished over time.

But Quintus' spirit chose two worthy successors,

new custodians of the Emberstone and its power:

you and your brother.

- Wow.

So you're the first Terran.

That means we're related.

Wait, we're not related to Quintessons, though, are we?

- The Emberstone connects us all.

Mo, where is the artifact now?

- Oh, do we have a story for you.

- Mo and Robby blew it up on accident.

- You corrupted the gift of a Prime?

- Well, kind of, yeah.

But we didn't mean to.

We had to undo what Mandroid did.

- As a victim of what he did...[chuckles]

I'd say Mo and Robby made the right choice.

- A corrupt artifact may spawn chaos.

- Oh, yeah, we know all about that.

[rocks rumbling]

- [screams]

- Miss Terratronus?

- Young ones, I haven't the strength to defend myself.

You must shield my spark chamber

from this tainted power.

If anyone were to fill my spark with it,

I would be entirely under their influence.

both: Starscream.

- This is why he's been collecting Embershards.

- And why he wanted Croft's hard drive.

- He's known about Terratronus this whole time.

- Remember what happened to nightshade earlier?

If that happens to her...

VAL, call Twitch and tell her we need--

- No signal.

But I can still access local data

such as Hashtag diary underscore do not read

or else.

- No! No, no, no, no, no. [laughs]

Remind me to password protect that later.

- Hashtag, have to tell the others before it's too late.

- I'll wrestle you for who gets to tell Screamy the good news.