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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]

* *

[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]

- 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, bots grunting]

[bots whirring]

[engines roaring, wheels squealing]

[dramatic music]

- [grunting]

[breaks squeal]

* *

[whirring]

[wheels squeal]

[grunting]

* *

[blows clanging]

[groans]

[whimpers] [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.

- Aw, scrap.

[shouts] [container clangs]

[grunts]

- [shouts, whimpers]

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. Family 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!

[panting] 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!

[vehicles rumbling]

- Run!

[electronic warbling]

[metallic clank]

- What are those things?

Whoa--

[rockets whistling]

[explosions booming]

[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]

[rhythmic 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]

[ominous music]

* *

- [growls]

- You always knew how to make an entrance, Megs.

- [laughs]

[adventurous music]

Terror in the skies.

- Honor in the streets.

- Platoon Cyber Strike reunited.

I heard GHOST wanted you on the team.

- Well, if it means working with you,

maybe it's not all bad.

So, Optimus, what's our game plan here?

- I'm investigating several theories.

Meanwhile, these drones will do a sweep to collect intel.

[drones whirring]

[birds chirp] [Robby grunts]

- Come on, Twitch!

[grunts] There's loads of games we can play.

[Twitch grunts]

Like--

- Bet I can name more birds than you!

- That's more Mom's thing. - Ready, go!

Leslie. Mike. Kerri with an I.

Kerry with a Y. Spizwig.

[bird squawks]

- [chuckles] Pretty sure Spizwig isn't a name.

- Shh! You'll hurt his feelings.

- [chuckles] Well, I bet I can hit

more targets than you.

[upbeat electronic music]

[grunts]

- Nice, Robby. My turn.

[energy shrills]

[Twitch grunts]

Aww, how'd my lasers work yesterday?

Maybe my arm is at the wrong angle,

or maybe target practice requires different weaponry.

Or maybe it-- - Think fast!

[energy shrills]

- Ha!

[energy pings]

Whoa! I knew I was good,

but I didn't know I was the best!

I wonder what else I can do.

- [laughs] Yo!

This is the single greatest feat of my entire life!

I am a master--

Mo?

[Mo giggles]

- [grunts]

[Mo giggles]

[Thrash whirs]

Hey. You're not upset anymore.

- I was upset?

- You just felt sad.

Everything you did was touched by it.

- I guess I've been worrying about my family.

This move was hard, and I--

[sighs] Just want us all to be happy.

- They probably want that for you, too.

So to make them happy, be happy!

[suspenseful music]

[drone whirs and beeps]

* *

- What's that bird's name?

Interior circuitry. Unknown power source.

Come on, eyes, look closer!

[energy whirs]

[yelps] Weird feels.

Really weird feels!

[rotors whirring]

Huh. It looked bigger from far away.

- Twitch! You transformed!

You have a vehicle mode!

[drone whirs]

[suspenseful music]

[drone trills] [display beeps]

[energy blasts]

[electricity crackles]

- Uh, I feel like we missed a lot.

- Twitch is a drone now!

- Aw, I wanna change into something!

- It happened by accident, but I kinda like this.

First, you have to stare at something really hard.

- Okay.

Stand still, future Thrash mode!

[pebble clanks] Ow!

It's cool. I dig the weaponry.

- We should go into town.

You'll have way more stuff to pick from there.

You guys want to come? - Nah.

If I can fix this, Twitch and I are on

for some ultimate sky racing.

- Suit yourself.

[drones whir]

- Missing one.

Tell Wheeljack his tech has bugs--

the explode-y kind.

- I'm glad you're here, Dorothy.

GHOST isn't a perfect ally,

but Optimus believes they'll help our kind

make a home on Earth.

- [scoffs] Optimus always sees the bright side,

even when there isn't one.

- Don't be so hard on him, Dorothy.

Clearly we've had disagreements,

but when I joined the Autobots to end the war,

I saw that Optimus always does what he believes

is right, no matter the personal cost.

[soft dramatic music]

- [sighs] GHOST.

* *

- The drones didn't find anything.

We'll need to search the town ourselves.

Autobots, roll out!

[bots whir]

[engines rumble, wheels squeal]

* *

- I can never tell if he means me.

- [laughs]

[mechanical squeaking]

[ominous music]

- [groans] - Stop struggling, Hardtop.

- [grunts]

When my brother gets here,

he's gonna squash you like a spider!

No offense.

- Oh, I hope he does.

Get here, I mean.

I'd love to keep my makeover in the family.

Have you pinpointed the location

of your destroyed colleague's intel?

[arachnamech squeaks]

* *

Witwicky.

Your brother can wait his turn.

I have more tantalizing quarry,

ripe for the picking.

Arachnamechs, to the hunt.

- People might freak out if they see a new kind of bot.

We could still find you a cool vehicle.

[display whirs and trills]

- I don't want to turn into any of these, Mo.

- That's okay.

The right set of wheels is a huge choice.

You know when you find it.

[solemn music]

[sighs] Like my bike.

Rocinante. I sure miss her.

- What made her so special?

- She was the fastest on our block!

Sleek lines, all-terrain tread.

When I rode Rocinante, I felt like a warrior goddess!

[sleeve whirs]

There will never be another one like her.

[arachnamech clanks] Let's go find you an alt mode.

[gasps]

- Finally!

I was hoping to get my turn with one of you guys!

[yelping]

Ahh! [grunts]

[arachnamech clanking] [Thrash grunting]

It looked easier when Twitch did this!

[arachnamech squeals]

[metal clanks] - Buzz off, bucko!

- Dig the trash talking, Mo!

[trash clatters]

[arachnamech growls]

- This...is...

epic!

Whoo-hoo!

[upbeat electronic music]

[Twitch trills]

Whoa!

[sleeve ringing]

Mo and Thrash!

They need us. - I feel it too!

How can we find them? Should we get help?

They feel so freaked out! What do we do?

- They were going to town.

We'll start there and come up with a strategy

once we find out what's wrong.

[ominous music]

[drone crackles]

* *

[tense music]

[arachnamech shrieks] - [gasps]

- Oh no, you don't!

[grunts]

[metal clanking]

[arachnamech shrieks]

[electricity crackles] [Thrash yelps]

- Thrash, it's time you learned the art of the victory dance.

[upbeat electronic music] Whoop, whoop!

Whoop, whoop! - Hey!

- Technically, that was our win.

[music dies down]

- My win.

- What--come on!

I can't even get on the scoreboard?

- To be fair, I was button mashing.

[energy crackles]

- Good news, Thrash.

Here's a chance for you to do some mashing.

[arachnamechs trilling]

Lots of chances.

[tense chuckle]

[energy blasting]

[all gasp]

[upbeat electronic music]

* *

Whoa, Optimus Prime?

[windshield wipers squeak]

- He sure showed those ro-bozos who's boss, right Mo?

Eh?

[rotors whirring]

[sleeves ring]

- I don't understand.

You feel happy and sad at the same time?

- Well, we're glad to be safe, but--

- There's gonna be consequences.

[soft bright music]

* *

- Oh, if I wasn't so glad to see you safe,

I'd be furious!

What are you doing out here?

And where'd you find these bots?

- They're brand new, Mom!

- [clears throat]

I'll contact GHOST.

They can take these two bots to HQ for safety.

- Twitch and Thrash.

- Excuse me?

- They have names.

And they should stay with us!

We can protect them.

- Where did you say they are from?

[horn blares, engine rumbles]

[brakes hiss]

- Quick response!

This is your ride.

- Wait!

We don't want to go anywhere without Robby and Mo.

- You won't.

- Please, Mom!

You can't let them take Twitch and Thrash!

- I know you're worried about your friends.

- You don't get it!

They're more important than just friends.

- Which is why we'll keep them very safe.

- We have to trust Optimus right now.

As soon as we sort things out, you can visit them.

I promise.

[solemn music]

* *

- It's gonna be okay.

Mom always keeps her promises.

* *

- We'll see you as soon as we can.

[doors clang, engine rumbles]

[ominous music]

* *

[people chattering] [camera shutters clicking]

- So let me get this straight.

You were chased by robot spiders into a glowing cave,

two new Transformers were born from sludge,

you brought them home to adopt them,

and didn't tell your Mom and me?

- We were going to tell you, honest!

We were just... waiting for the right time.

- Immediately is the right time!

You could have been hurt back there.

- You kids can always talk to Mom and me about anything.

- Like you'd listen.

Nobody ever asked Mo and me if we wanted to leave Philly,

and now that we finally found friends here,

you took them away.

Why would we tell you anything?

- We're not the only ones keeping secrets, Mom.

I thought you were done working with Transformers.

And who's GHOST?

- I was kinda wondering that too, Dottie.

- Turns out GHOST is my new boss.

I'll be helping Autobots bring in the bad guys

and protect the good ones.

Lotta surprises for everyone today.

- Like us meeting Twitch and Thrash!

They're family now.

- We're connected!

When they're sad, we're sad.

When we're happy, they are too.

Thrash and Twitch are a part of us.

- Those come off, right?

- Ranger Malto, GHOST has no record of the truck or driver.

The young bots could be anywhere by now.

- What?

- You lost our brother and sister?

- Excuse me, Mr. Optimus?

Big fan.

- Don't worry, young Maltos--

my team will track down your friends.

- Not alone, you won't.

I made a promise.

Twitch and Thrash are my responsibility.

[faint slurping]

[eerie music] - Come in.

Welcome. I'm so excited to meet you.

[metal scrapes] Please, sit.

[arachnamechs clinking]

[both gasp] - Watch out!

Those things are dangerous.

They've attacked us twice.

- What? No.

It must have been a misunderstanding.

Don't judge my friends by a few bad apples.

These spiders are fun-loving little bots.

Show them.

* *

[arachnamech growls]

[clapping]

Now, tell me about yourselves.

Where are you from? - Here!

Uh, well, not here-here.

See, there was this creepy cave,

and then there were, like, all these lights--

- Fascinating.

Organic-energonic hybridization.

- I'm like, ha-hah, what's that?

- Not unlike myself.

What are you?

- Transformers?

We think.

- Not Cybertronus cybertronii.

A new species, entirely from this planet.

You are Cybertronus terrans!

- Whatever you say, Mandroid.

- What did you call me?

- Oh, well, if you're gonna name us,

we get to name you, right?

Half human, half android.

Mandroid?

- Mandroid-- [electricity crackles]

is a gross oversimplification of--

[grunts]

Tell me more about this creepy cave.

[energy ringing]

[sleeves ringing]

- I can feel Thrash and Twitch!

Their emotions are this way!

[tense music]

[Dot grunts]

- Dad, left!

- Whoa! - Oh.

Thank you for sharing your lane!

- I'm texting Optimus and Megatron our coordinates.

Hopefully our route isn't too confusing.

[alert beeps]

* *

Someone's got to stop his emoji abuse.

[call rings]

- The robot gets me every time.

[laughs]

Good to be on a mission with you again.

Like old times.

- We have much in common, you and I--

part of two different worlds,

neither of which accept us for who we are.

[metal clanks]

So we must be more.

- I'm reading lots of Robby and Mo feels,

and they're pinging closer! - Yeah.

Well, it's been weird, Mandroid.

Our friends will pick us up.

[metal clanks] - Oh, but I was counting

on a much longer stay.

[alarm blares] [restraints clank]

[both grunting]

For parts, at least.

- What the-- - Hey!

- Let us go, creep!

- Not cool, Mandroid!

[both grunting]

[explosion booms]

- I believe you're holding our young friends

against their will.

- This is Robby and Mo?

- Stand down, mister.

- Mandroid.

- Mr. Mandroid.

- That's not my--[growls]

Arachnamechs, tear them limb from limb!

[tense music]

[energy blasting]

- By all means, resist!

It's my favorite part.

[projectiles blasting]

[rockets whistling]

[energy roars]

[weapon whirs and rings]

[explosions booming]

[energy zaps]

[explosions booming]

* *

[Megatron grunts]

* *

[console beeping]

[machine whirring]

- [whimpering]

[Optimus Prime grunts]

* *

[weapon fire blasting]

- Elita-1.

How about a little Decepticon-Autobot tango?

[alert buzzes]

[bots whir]

[bot growls]

For old time's sake.

[laughs]

[Elita-1 grunts]

Ha!

* *

[grunting]

[distant weapon fire blasting]

[dramatic electronic music playing on radio]

- Don't worry. Your Mom's got this.

- Megatron, cover me.

- Mm.

Just like the Battle of Burbank.

- I'm going for Twitch and Thrash.

[weapon fire blasting]

[explosions booming]

[grunts]

[machine whirs]

both: Yay!

Ahh!

[arachnamech clanks]

[console crackles]

- Okay, kids, move out, now!

[bots grunting] [blows clanking]

- Your heart's not in this, is it?

[bots grunting, blows clanking]

Brain either.

[grunting, clanking]

[crickets chirping]

[concrete crackles] [engine roars]

[wheels squealing]

* *

- [gasps] Elita-1 is using Ariel's Gambit!

Pinch me!

- Uh, Dad?

Which Decepticon is that?

- [gasps]

That's, um--

[bot clanks and whirs]

Skullcruncher.

- How'd he get his name?

- [growls]

- Some things are better left in the history books.

Seat belts!

[all screaming]

[weapon fire blasts]

[Twitch whirring]

[all screaming]

[minivan clanks]

[Thrash grunts]

[ominous music]

[energy whirs]

[energy blasts] [Thrash screams]

[thudding]

- Thrash!

[Thrash grunts]

- Rocinante.

[energy rings, whirs]

[engine roars]

[weapon fire blasts]

[wheels squeal]

[energy rings]

Rocinante rides again!

[engine roars, wheels squeal]

[whirring]

Whoo, whoo! Whoo, whoo!

- What are you doing?

- Victory dance. Mo taught me.

- What happened to you guys?

Are you okay? - Short answer, yes.

Long answer is gonna have to wait

because we're in the middle of a battlefield!

[footstep clanks]

[engine roars, wheels squeal]

- Whoo! Yeah!

- Whoo-hoo!

All right!

- Oh, babies grow up so fast.

Seems like just yesterday I was teaching them to say--

Decepticon?

Okay, minivan, if you're secretly an Autobot,

now would be the time to let me know!

[tense music]

[bot whirs] [energy blasts]

I know that sound!

[suspenseful music]

Bumblebee?

[intense rock music]

- Pretty brave to face down a Con by yourself.

Guess that makes you an honorary Autobot, huh?

* *

[grunting, clanking]

[energy blasts]

[owl hoots]

[solemn music]

- Honest, I don't know what came over me!

I'd never fight you, Megatron, no matter what side you're on.

[grunts]

[soft bright music]

* *

[kisses smack]

- Ahh. Plenty of prisoners--

just not the one we need.

- Something tells me we haven't seen

the last of this Mandroid.

- Aww, is it already over?

I was just getting warmed up.

- Bumblebee, I didn't call you out of hiding for one fight.

I have a new mission for you.

To train our youngest members, the first of Cybertronian kind

to be part of our world and this one.

They'll stay with me at--

- No. I'm sorry, Optimus.

I respect your concern for Twitch and Thrash,

but these bots are bonded to my children.

That makes them family, and nobody--

not you, GHOST, or any army of Decepticons--

is taking them away.

* *

- Ranger Malto.

[laughs] I was hoping you'd say that.

These young bots-- - Terrans.

That's the name Mandroid gave us.

- The only thing we like about him, by the way.

- These Terrans deserve to learn

about both of their worlds,

and I can think of no better human protectors

than you and your family.

[Alex cheers]

- Does this mean Bumblebee is coming to live with us?

- Ugh.

[flames crackle]

- [huffs]

[flames blast] [yelps]

[chuckles] - Over here!

- Twitch, Twitch! - I'm open, I'm open!

- Here, here! - Pass the ball!

[rotors whir] - Whoa!

Drip drop!

- Okay, my turn to be on Twitch's team.

[engine roars, wheels squeal]

- Hi, hon. Hey, Bee!

How was work?

- Definitely new territory.

- We rescued an egret tangled in fishing line.

Good day. [flames blast]

- Oops.

[grill lid clanks]

Kids, have you seen that foil?

- We'll get it, Dad!

[ethereal music]

* *

Robby? - Hmm?

- I think I like it here.

- I think I do too.

* *

[owl hoots]

[shooting star rings]

[intense electronic music]

* *