[bright music]
[bird singing]
[suspenseful music]
- OK, I sent flowers to nanay Malto,
chocolates to mama Cunningham,
scented candles so all of the aunties and titas,
and handwritten cards to everyone.
- [laughs]
OK, Mr. Mother's Day, you've done it again.
Now could you give this mama a hand?
- Do you need your dancing leg with a fancy high heel
or your leg with the running blade or...
- Just my everyday leg is perfect.
- Now, if you'll excuse me, Dottie,
I am off to pick up your Mother's Day gift.
It might take me all day, but I'm sure the kids
will keep you busy.
- Hmm, feels... different.
- Mom!
[exciting music]
- [grunts] Kids!
Are you OK?
I... huh?
- Ta-da!
[all yelling]
all: Happy Mother's Day!
- [chuckles]
[whirring]
[laughing] Oh, kids,
this is too much.
- Just relax and stay here while we...
- Present the presents!
- I can't wait to see what presents we get for Kids Day.
- [chuckles] Mom says that's every day.
- Presenting Thrash, Hashtag, and Jawbreaker
performing live after rehearsing really loudly
for weeks.
- OK, prepare your ears for the most epic
Mother's Day song ever.
Hit it, HT.
[playing notes]
- This song is, uh, called
"Mom."
[rapping] M is for magnanimous
O is for Optimus
'Cause you are friends
The other M is for Mom
both: Yeah, the other M is for mom
- Yeah!
[ringing] - Hmm?
Twitch, the song isn't that bad.
What's going on?
- Oh, who? Me?
Yeah, yeah, of course.
- Twitch?
- I don't have a gift for Mom.
It's my first Mother's Day, and I want everything
to be perfect, but I couldn't make up my mind
about what to get her. - Hey, it's OK.
As long as it comes from you, Mom will love anything.
- But what does "anything" even mean?
That's too many options.
- So stick to the classics... Flowers,
chocolates, a teddy bear.
- Oh, the classics.
Oh, thanks, Robby.
- Here, Mom.
I made you a bird journal so you can keep track
of all the ones you see.
- This is gorgeous, Robby.
- You'll have to forgive me.
I only recently learned about the concept
of wrapping gifts in colorful paper
then tearing it to pieces.
You see,
you're already enjoying my present.
- Oh, I love it.
Thank you, Nightshade.
- I made you a diorama filled with my favorite memories
of the two of us.
There's us eating water ice,
us at the hair salon,
us as a pro wrestling tag team.
OK, that one's more of a wish than a memory.
- [laughs] Oh, Mozie,
I don't know what to say.
This is such a special gift.
[ringing]
[gasping]
[screeching]
- [grunting]
- [gasp] Huh?
- [squeals]
- Aw.
- Happy Mother's Day!
- [groans]
- Twitch, did you take that baby from the woods?
- Hmm.
When you say it like that, it sounds like a bad thing.
Don't you like your present?
It's a classic.
- Honey, this cub is only a few weeks old.
It's not healthy or safe for her to be away from her mama.
- But Robby told me bears were good Mother's Day gifts.
- I said teddy bears were.
- We don't know her name.
It could be Teddy.
- That's not... mm.
Twitch, Robby, you're coming with me
to return the cub home.
Let's pause the festivities, kids.
We'll be back as soon as we can.
- Well, take your time.
We'll rehearse your top secret Mother's Day play that we...
I mean, bye.
- Oh, OK. OK. OK, antsy pants. We're moving.
Robby, Twitch, time to go.
[ringing]
Tell me when we're close to where you found the cub, Twitch.
- I'm sorry, Mom.
Somebody told me you would love anything
as long as it came from me.
- How is this my fault?
- Um, you didn't specify that Mom
wouldn't like live animals.
- I didn't think I had to.
- I'd really rather not spend my day listening
to the two of you fight.
[ringing]
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
[tires screeching]
- [squeals]
- Hang on!
- That's the plan.
- Ah!
- [groans]
- Everyone OK?
- Did your leg do that, Mom?
- I'm starting to think Nightshade's gift
was more than just a big hug.
All right, stand back, kids.
Fight.
- Ah! - Stop! Stop! Stop!
Whew.
OK, nobody says fi...
argue from here on out. Got it?
Now let's get that lost bear cub home before its mama...
- [squealing]
- [sighs]
- Help us, Mom!
- Save us from the...
really well named... Mandroid!
- You're going down, villain.
I'm the baddest mom in all of Witwicky.
- [clears throat]
- I will never surrender.
- I'm gonna stop you right there.
OK, JB, honey, you need to project more.
Let's try a vocal exercise, OK?
Yell as loudly
as you can!
- [inhales]
[yelling]
- You got this, Jawbreaker.
- Come on, you can go louder than that.
- [inhales]
- [roars]
[roaring]
- [screaming]
- [roaring]
- This cantilever can't support our weight.
- Mo, what do we do?
- Why are you asking me?
- You're the oldest one here.
- OK, this is our moment, team.
Let's use Bumblebee's training and put this bear
into early hibernation.
[grunting]
[screeching]
- [roaring]
- Or we could run!
[screaming]
- This is what we're looking for, kids,
markings to show we're on the cub's trail.
Did I ever tell you about the time
I tracked a chipmunk all the way to Jersey?
- Mom, the baby bear's back in the woods.
Can't we go home now?
- It's not that easy, Robby.
She's never been without her mother.
She can't find food or survive on her own.
- She can't?
- Well, imagine how you'd feel if you were taken away
from your family.
You'd be...
- Scared, like how I felt when Mandroid took Thrash and me.
- Which is why we are not stopping
until we make things right.
I hope you two understand.
We shouldn't disrupt na...
[gasps]
What is all this?
Ghost?
- What is it?
- Don't touch anything.
They look like...
- [screeches] - Ugh!
- Ah!
- A problem for another day, kids.
Look, look, notice the distance between the front paw prints
and the rear ones?
That's not a cub.
That's a mom,
a big mom.
[exciting music]
- [roaring]
- What does the internet say about angry mama bears?
- Let's see, um, uh,
make yourself small.
- [roaring]
Not that. Um, quick, climb a tree!
- [grunting]
- Or give them a picnic basket?
Wait, what?
Whoa, whoa, wait. Play dead.
- [roaring]
- Why does everything have to love me?
- [grunting]
- Oops, I'm reading the do-not-do list.
- [groans]
- [bellowing]
- [screams]
- [roaring]
- [panting]
Why is she chasing me?
- She must smell her baby on you.
Maybe if we reunite this mama with her cub,
she'll stop chasing us.
- But how do we get her to follow us to her baby?
- [roaring]
- [panting]
- You're doing great, JB.
- Why is the one without an alt mode the bait?
- Huh, feels like the play rehearsal isn't going so well.
- Hmm. The trail seems to end here.
Any cub prints, Twitch?
- Mmm.
Just those mama bear tracks again.
Oh.
Oh, this is all my fault. I disrupted nature,
and I didn't get Mom a good present.
- Twitch, gifts come in lots of forms.
Sure, they can be things, but they can also be
shared moments like this...
exploring these woods and learning
how to respect nature together.
Now let's keep looking for that cub.
Then we can get back to our party.
[ringing]
Oh, Nightshade.
- [squealing]
- The cub! - Oh, come back here, baby!
- OK, party over.
Stop!
[exciting music]
- [roars]
- Ooh, Robby and Twitch are close.
This way.
- Wait, come back!
- [squeals]
- Stop.
That log won't hold all of us.
- I'll fly over and grab the cub.
- Wait, we need to stay quiet and calm.
- Help us! - Mom!
- [roaring]
- That's a bad...
- Mother!
- Exactly.
- [roaring]
- Someone's had a few too many toxic grubs for lunch.
- [roaring]
- Nobody make any sudden moves now.
- [squealing]
- The cub!
- Robby, no!
- [roaring]
- Look out!
- Ah!
[screams]
- Hashtag!
- [groans]
- Uh, Mom!
- I'm coming, baby.
- What about me?
- Hold on.
It's gonna be a bumpy landing.
- [screaming]
- [groans]
- It's OK. Don't be scared.
- [squealing]
- I'm sorry we put you in this mess,
and I promise to leave you alone forever
if you just come back this way and...
no, no, no, no.
- [squeals] - This way, not...
careful.
Ah! - [squeals]
- [groaning] Oh!
Help!
- Robby!
Don't let go.
Mama... [groans]
- [grunting]
[screaming]
[gasping]
- Air rescue on its way.
- Ah!
[screams]
- Gotcha.
- The cub's still in trouble.
- [squealing]
- Ah.
You OK, little one?
- [squeals]
[roaring]
- Uh-uh. Uh-uh.
- Do something, Nightshade.
- Disco party!
[disco music playing]
- That's my cue.
- [roars] - Ah!
[groans]
Not supposed to run from bears.
- [roaring]
- [groans]
My woods, my rules.
- [roaring]
- Happy Mother's Day.
- [groaning]
- There you go. - [squealing]
- [grunting]
- Mom! - Mom!
- [grunting]
- Did you like my Mother's Day present?
- When we get home, I'd appreciate
my regular prosthesis back.
- It's just like what Mom said about nature.
Some things shouldn't be disrupted.
- But I only wanted to make your life easier, Mom.
- I know your gift came from the heart, Nightshade,
but something like this is deeply personal.
And that means I'm the only one who decides
what does and doesn't work for me.
- Oh.
I'm sorry I overstepped.
So no more enhancements,
ever?
- I'm open to some small changes,
but they'll have to be ones we come up with together.
- I'd like that.
- All right, Malto fam, let's get back home
and finish our party.
Oh.
[music playing]
[chuckles]
[humming]
- Mom, I was thinking, what if we finish the party out here?
- Dottie!
Dottie, there you are.
Happy Mother's Day.
- [squeals]
Thank you.
All of you.
Ah!
[bird squawking]
Robby, get my bird journal.
I've been trying to spot a trumpeter swan for weeks.
- Should we get you a baby one?
- Too soon, Twitch.
- Perhaps you'd like to try the prosthetic leg's
bird calling ability.
- Ugh. - Really too soon.
[ominous music]
[exciting music]