[scanner beeping]
[engine revs]
[tense music]
[camera shutter clicks]
- Well, is it him?
- It's a perfect match.
[phone beeps]
- Agent Schloder, we found Bumblebee!
[technological whirring]
[bright tone]
[calm music]
- All right, who's ready for a day
full of combat drills, target practice, and...
[motor revving]
I thought we were meeting here for training.
- We are by helping Bee train for the Witwicky 500.
- Bee? I don't see...
[tires squeal]
- Whoa.
[cows moo]
- Yahoo!
Time? - 3:36, same as last time, Bee.
- Scraplets!
I was sure I had it on that run.
Zero out the clock, Robby.
At this rate, I'm never gonna win.
- How does you winning anything help us with our training?
- I will have an answer for you
in less than three minutes and 36 seconds.
[radio static] [tires squeal]
- Guys, come on.
Why won't you take this seriously?
- [chuckling] Chill out, Twitch.
We're ready for anything.
- Anything?
- Uh... wha...
[grunts]
[radio static]
[pop music]
Twitch, you're playing too hard.
- I'm not playing at all.
[grunts]
- Did I miss something?
- She started it.
- It was just training.
- Okay, okay, okay. I don't know what happened,
but everyone, go cool off in the dugout.
- [grunts]
- Hey, did anyone happen to...
Both: 3:36.
- I can't believe you got us put in timeout.
- I can't believe you were so easy to beat in a fight.
- [blows raspberry] [chuckles]
Beat? You didn't even land one hit.
- At least nobody got hurt.
Let's forget it and go do something fun.
- You treat me like a supervillain.
Did you forget I'm your brother?
- That's the point of training.
Someday, you'll be fighting someone
who isn't as nice as your sister.
- [grunts]
[alarm buzzing] Huh?
[suspenseful music]
What's going on?
- Frabjuous day, it works!
- We're in emergency lockdown mode.
- Anytime a GHOST vehicle nears us,
with one notable exception...
- Our dugout becomes an impenetrable fortress.
- [sighs] Well, if it keeps us safe
from GHOST, I guess it's not all that bad.
From GHOST, I guess it's not all that bad.
[goat bleats]
[barn door slides]
[knocks] - Hey, let me in!
GHOST is here. Open this do...
- Nothing can get through that door.
It's soundproof, laser-proof, waterproof, cow-proof!
- I'm serious! Come on!
[goat bleats]
- Hmm...
[boards creak]
- Agent Schloder, what are you doing, snooping around here?
- Ranger Malto, I suspect your husband's vehicle is...
- In the shop. You know how sensitive
fancy cars can be.
Fancy cars can be.
Is there anything else I can help you with?
- There is. - [whimpers]
[crashes]
You know, the Transformers War may have ended,
but 15 years later, GHOST is still rounding up
Decepticon fugitives.
One particularly plump white whale
continues to elude me.
Continues to elude me.
Who do I mean?
Which one am I talking about?
Any guesses?
Nobody?
Bumblebee.
[spits]
- Bee's not a Decepticon,
and history says he was lost in the fighting.
- But is that the truth, Professor Malto?
After Bumblebee disappeared,
yellow cars started winning races all over the world.
Yellow cars started winning races all over the world.
But only I noticed
all those cars used Energon boosts
with the same signature...
[hand smacks table] Which means...
Say it with me...
It's Bumblebee in disguise.
Neither of you did it. - [laughs]
That seems a little far-fetched.
These cars all look different.
- But this one? This photo was taken
last night, here in Witwicky.
Last night, here in Witwicky.
[gasps] Th... this one.
Not... not that one. [coughs]
That's, um... [clears throat]
That's private.
[dramatic music]
- Do you think Bee scanned my car?
Wow, I'm so flattered.
- That's what he does, and he's here in Witwicky.
There's a race today,
and you're gonna help me catch Bumblebee.
And you're gonna help me catch Bumblebee.
- [whimpers] Ay.
- Something's wrong. Agent Schloder's taking Dad!
- What? - We need to go help.
[grunts]
Nightshade, open up now!
- Uh, well, as a safety precaution,
the dugout will stay on lockdown for ten minutes
after the threat has left.
- Um, Nightshade,
why does that say ten hours?
Why does that say ten hours?
- Wha... - [gasps]
A simple manual override should do the tr...
[computer buzzes] Rejected?
Luckily, we have a backup plan...
The escape pods.
- Oh! Right, escape pods were
part of the next phase.
[engine starts]
[engine revs]
- [sighs] Bumblebee!
We need to talk about your after-hours activities.
- [grunts]
You found out, huh?
[clank]
- What were you thinking, being so reckless?
You're supposed to be in hiding.
Instead, you're joyriding around the world.
- What? No, it's not like that.
I've been...
I've been looking for someone.
See, back on Cybertron, before the war,
I had this friend, a brother, more like...
He's also on the run from GHOST.
He can't help himself. He keeps entering these races,
and they're the only way I know how to find him.
And they're the only way I know how to find him.
- Well, Agent Schloder is on your trail,
and he set up a trap to catch you at the race today.
And he set up a trap to catch you at the race today.
- Don't worry. I installed Energon suppressors
when I went into hiding. Nobody can scan me.
- Unless you're Energon boosting in front of GHOST.
If you're discovered, they'll arrest you.
Then what happens, hmm?
To you, the kids, our family?
- I didn't think about it that way.
But if I'm a no-show, Schloder will know
somebody tipped me off,
and he'll come back for you and Alex.
And he'll come back for you and Alex.
I have to race even if it is a trap.
- [sighs]
Well, lucky for you, rangers know all about tracks
and how to get out of them.
[dramatic music]
- I can't believe it.
- You ever beat 3:36?
- Guess you'll find out this afternoon, Breakdown.
- [chuckles]
I was hoping you'd show up.
- Just like old times. - [chuckles]
Before you let Optimus get between us.
- Hey, you could've joined us.
- Nah, brother, I'm a Stunticon at heart.
It wasn't meant to be.
- No, you made a choice. - Choice?
We both made a lot of choices in the war.
- Listen, there's nothing we can do about the past.
GHOST is here... today.
They're setting a trap, scanning for Cybertronians.
- A trap?
That sounds dangerous,
and danger is my favorite gear.
And danger is my favorite gear.
- Breakdown, you reckless fool!
You're gonna get us both caught,
and I can't bail you out this time.
I got family to look out for now.
- [whistling]
Huh?
Mm-hmm...
[whistling]
- Since you're so concerned,
I got a wager for you...
Beat me, and I'll retire for good.
But if I beat you, you give me
that Energon suppressor that's kept you hidden for so long.
That Energon suppressor that's kept you hidden for so long.
- Deal.
[clock beeps] - Have we tried
cutting backup power? Both: Yes.
- What about short-circuiting the motors?
Both: Yes.
- Well, what about circumventing the hydraulics?
- Twitch, will you give it a rest already?
- Why won't you listen to me, Thrash?
I've been sitting here, thinking of a million ways
we could get out.
We could get out.
- And you're driving everyone bananas!
- You really think I'm the only problem here?
- What is with you today?
- I'm tired of feeling scared when my family is in danger.
What if we're not ready?
What if Dad needs us?
What if I don't know what to do, or...
That's why training is always so important to me.
We've had so many close calls,
and I... I don't know what I would do
if I lost any of you on my watch.
- Twitch...
I'm sorry.
I guess I rely on you and Bee so often,
that it feels like it's all on you.
That it feels like it's all on you.
We're in this together as a family.
- I'm worried about Dad.
- Me too, but Mom and Bee won't let anything happen to him.
Speaking of which, it's time for Bee's race.
Come on. Hashtag has it on TV.
[crowd cheering]
- Plant your patooka, Prof.
Once you confirm it's Bumblebee on the racetrack,
my Steves will take him down.
- Are these people all...
- GHOST agents,
here on account of my brother's dramatic hunch.
Here on account of my brother's dramatic hunch.
- Professor Malto, Executive Agent Croft.
- You better be right about this, John.
You brought everyone.
[popcorn crunches]
[engine revs]
[cheers and applause]
- Bingo.
Bumblebee scanned your car,
didn't he, Professor Malto?
Didn't he, Professor Malto?
- I don't know. I can't be sure.
- Then we'll just take a closer look.
- Enjoy your last race, Breakdown.
- Your Energon suppressor's as good as mine.
[engines revving]
[lights ding]
- It's over, Bumblebee. You're surrounded.
Come quietly. Nobody needs to get hurt.
- All right, you got me.
I didn't want Alex to know,
but I've been secretly racing his car.
But I've been secretly racing his car.
- Wait, it is just Alex's car?
You Maltos are full of surprises,
like a piñata of broken dreams.
All right, stand down, agents.
False alarm.
Again.
- Oh, no, not so fast, Jon.
You dragged us all here.
Let's scan 'em just to make sure.
[scanner beeping]
- I'm getting a faint signature from...
[scanner beeps]
Over here.
[tense music]
[guns whir]
- Well, I guess the jig is up.
You'll never catch me alive!
- [grunts] Decepticon, get him!
[all scream]
- We need to get all those racers to safety.
Come on.
- Let's get out of here while we can.
This is a GHOST situation now.
- [sighs] Sorry, buddy.
I tried to help you.
- Do it, Bee.
[loud crash]
- Huh?
[all gasp]
- [grunting]
Go! This is heavy!
- Bumblebee?
[dramatic music]
- I knew it!
GHOST, capture the rogue Autobot.
- [grunts]
- Oh, no, Mom!
- Dad! - Bumblebee!
- What do we do?
- No! I can't do nothing.
[grunts]
- [grunting and panting]
- Stop resisting, Bumblebee.
I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason
you deserted the Autobots and went rogue.
But you'll be in a GHOST cell for the rest of your life
if you don't come quietly.
- [grunting]
- Fine. [phone beeps]
Bag him.
[dramatic music]
- Why do you look so surprised?
- Show-off.
Let's get out of here. [tires squealing]
[guns cocking]
- I know that look.
You've got a plan, don't you, Dottie?
- I wouldn't call it that, but we have to do something.
[tires squealing]
- Hey, Bee. - Huh?
- You wouldn't mind if I blasted in a few of 'em,
would you? - Breakdown!
[sighs]
Just try not to hurt anyone, please.
[loud crash]
- Bee, we got an opening.
[thrilling synthpop music]
Whoo-hoo! Just like old times, eh, buddy?
Whoo-hoo!
- Heads up!
- Whoa! [chuckles]
Not today.
[grunts]
- That looks like our only way out.
[tires squealing]
- [grunts] - Breakdown!
[dramatic music]
- [grunts] - Get up!
We gotta keep movin'.
- [grunts] I know, I know.
Just give me a sec.
One last race, Bee, you and me.
- Breakdown, what are you... Now is not the time.
- Come on, Bee.
Whoever wins...
Gets to be the diversion!
- Breakdown? Breakdown!
- Bee!
[chuckles]
Slowpoke.
- Breakdown, you reckless fool...
[thunder booms]
- Come on, this way.
- Not so fast. Detain these two.
Take them back to GHOST headquarters
for questioning about their role
in harboring a Cybertronian fugitive.
In harboring a Cybertronian fugitive.
- That won't be necessary.
Bumblebee deceived us all, including the Maltos.
- Step aside, Jon. That's an order!
- What? No.
Sis, this isn't who we are.
We're supposed to protect people like the Maltos,
not whatever this is.
- Stand down.
Move out.
- You've been through a lot.
Please, allow me to give you a ride home.
- Oh, thank you, Agent Schloder.
That's so kind of you.
- Come on.
You stupid!
[clock buzzes]
- Open... ah!
Come on!
- Don't worry, Maltos.
If he so much as shows his license plate
within 50 miles of Witwicky,
GHOST will be on him like stink to salami.
You have my word.
- See? Mom and Dad are fine.
- Mom, Dad!
Wait, where's Bumblebee?
I'm sorry, baby, but he can't come home right now.
- With GHOST on his trail, it would be too risky
for him and for the Terrans.
For him and for the Terrans.
- [whimpers]
[grunts]
[cries]
- Bee's sacrifice makes us safe.
- [sobs] Not on my watch.
[dramatic synthpop music]