- Those Autobots are gonna lose their coolant
when they find out we stole their stash.
- Serves them right for working with humans.
- Sweet energon.
- Just like my tip said...
Lots of goods, no guards.
Huh?
- Optimus?
- Things aren't always what they seem.
That's your cue to surrender.
- Decepticons never go down without a fight!
- 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!
- 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.
I'll never surrender,
and you'll never find every Con on this rock!
- Agree to disagree.
- Uh, oh no.
- 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.
It's working!
Great invention, Robby.
- Cross your fingers.
Nothing.
Try reeling it in some?
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...
- Ah! Oh, wait, wait!
Ah... - Gotcha!
- Oh, I... oh, okay. All right now.
- What did the petrified boy say about my cooking?
It rocks.
You rock.
Especially when you make a hungry park ranger
her favorite food.
- 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!
Ha-hah.
Hey! No fair!
I know the feeling.
- 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.
- Maybe I could try talking to Robby?
Lumpia is a great icebreaker.
- Take extra.
Robby.
Bet you didn't know this house
comes with free room... service.
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!
I don't have turbo legs!
- I'll fix this, then you go.
Got it?
- Uh, Robby?
- Quit shaking the bridge, Mo.
- Robby!
- Run!
- What are those things?
Whoa...
Run, and don't let...
Go!
- 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?
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...
- I can be loud!
Huh. Just a cool glowy cave.
- Take it easy, John Henry.
- Ugh.
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!
Ooh. You broke it.
- No, I didn't!
See, it's fine.
Give me a hand.
- Legacy of hope.
What's happening?
- Robby, make it let go!
I can't get it off!
Robby!
- What are they?
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.
Huh.
I feel... calm.
- I think that's them, 'cause it's definitely not me.
- Human?
- Friend?
- Friend.
- My sister and I won't hurt you.
- 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?
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.
- 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.
- 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!
- Aww. - Who's that?
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.
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.
They'd never believe this in Philly.
- Aren't you glad we traded in the city for this?
- Every day, hon.
It's a new beginning for all of us.
- 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!
- Mom saw Mo! New game.
- Get in the barn and wait for Robby?
- Nope!
Transformer stuff!
Ay-yi-yi-yah! Whoa!
Whoa!
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.
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!
- 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.
Ow! You're standing on my servos!
Yeah, well, I can't hear!
- Uh, come on, Dad!
Tell us about the Transformers war.
- My favorite story?
Okay! Okay, okay.
On September 17, 1984, everything on Earth changed.
But we begin on Cybertron.
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.
One shall stand.
One shall fall.
- Ooh! Can I do Megatron? - Mm-hmm.
Why throw away your life so recklessly?
- Enter Bumblebee, the most daring, most brave...
- We get it, Dad. He's your favorite.
You know it!
Bumblebee held the line on Cybertron.
- I got this, you guys!
Okay, bye-bye, thanks.
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...
With the hope that humans and Cybertronians
could live together in peace.
Huh.
Maybe this Optimus guy has a point.
- The Transformers war was finally over.
- 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.
- Uh, thanks for the story, Dad.
Oh. I'm gonna need another burrito.
- Well? Wasn't that epic?
- 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.
- What in the world of what?
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?
- You always knew how to make an entrance, Megs.
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.
- Come on, Twitch!
There's loads of games we can play.
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.
Pretty sure Spizwig isn't a name.
- Shh! You'll hurt his feelings.
Well, I bet I can hit
more targets than you.
- Nice, Robby. My turn.
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!
- Ha!
Whoa! I knew I was good,
but I didn't know I was the best!
I wonder what else I can do.
Yo!
This is the single greatest feat of my entire life!
I am a master...
Mo?
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...
Just want us all to be happy.
- They probably want that for you, too.
So to make them happy, be happy!
- What's that bird's name?
Interior circuitry. Unknown power source.
Come on, eyes, look closer!
Weird feels.
Really weird feels!
Huh. It looked bigger from far away.
- Twitch! You transformed!
You have a vehicle mode!
- 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!
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.
- 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.
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.
GHOST.
- The drones didn't find anything.
We'll need to search the town ourselves.
Autobots, roll out!
- I can never tell if he means me.
Stop struggling, Hardtop.
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?
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.
- 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.
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!
There will never be another one like her.
Let's go find you an alt mode.
- Finally!
I was hoping to get my turn with one of you guys!
Ahh!
It looked easier when Twitch did this!
Buzz off, bucko!
- Dig the trash talking, Mo!
- This... is...
epic!
Whoo-hoo!
Whoa!
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.
- Oh no, you don't!
- Thrash, it's time you learned the art of the victory dance.
Whoop, whoop!
- Hey!
- Technically, that was our win.
- My win.
- What... come on!
I can't even get on the scoreboard?
- To be fair, I was button mashing.
- Good news, Thrash.
Here's a chance for you to do some mashing.
Lots of chances.
Whoa, Optimus Prime?
- He sure showed those ro-bozos who's boss, right Mo?
Eh?
- 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.
- 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!
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?
- 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.
- It's gonna be okay.
Mom always keeps her promises.
- We'll see you as soon as we can.
- 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.
Come in.
Welcome. I'm so excited to meet you.
Please, sit.
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.
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...
is a gross oversimplification of...
Tell me more about this creepy cave.
- I can feel Thrash and Twitch!
Their emotions are this way!
- 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.
Someone's got to stop his emoji abuse.
- The robot gets me every time.
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.
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.
Oh, but I was counting
on a much longer stay.
For parts, at least.
- What the... - Hey!
- Let us go, creep!
- Not cool, Mandroid!
- 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...
Arachnamechs, tear them limb from limb!
- By all means, resist!
It's my favorite part.
- Elita-1.
How about a little Decepticon-Autobot tango?
For old time's sake.
Ha!
- 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.
Yay!
Ahh!
- Okay, kids, move out, now!
- Your heart's not in this, is it?
Brain either.
Elita-1 is using Ariel's Gambit!
Pinch me!
- Uh, Dad?
Which Decepticon is that?
That's, um...
Skullcruncher.
- How'd he get his name?
- Some things are better left in the history books.
Seat belts!
- Thrash!
- Rocinante.
Rocinante rides again!
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!
- 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!
I know that sound!
Bumblebee?
- Pretty brave to face down a Con by yourself.
Guess that makes you an honorary Autobot, huh?
- Honest, I don't know what came over me!
I'd never fight you, Megatron, no matter what side you're on.
- 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.
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.
- Does this mean Bumblebee is coming to live with us?
- Ugh.
Over here!
- Twitch, Twitch! - I'm open, I'm open!
- Here, here! - Pass the ball!
Whoa!
Drip drop!
- Okay, my turn to be on Twitch's team.
- Hi, hon. Hey, Bee!
How was work?
- Definitely new territory.
- We rescued an egret tangled in fishing line.
Good day.
- Oops.
Kids, have you seen that foil?
- We'll get it, Dad!
Robby? - Hmm?
- I think I like it here.
- I think I do too.