New speed record.
Still got it.
Ah!
Ugh, enough with the target practice already.
- Hi, Bumblebee.
What do you of your new room?
- Thrash called top bunk, but you and I are down here.
Mo says the horsey smell is a feature.
- Best mission ever.
- Best mission ever!
To-do list.
"Come out of hiding." Check.
"Train recruits."
Soon to be check.
"Rejoin the Autobots."
Oh, dear Primus, I can't wait to say check.
Oh, hey, uh, Dr. Malto.
Just, um, working on my Terran lesson plan.
- The best part of being a teacher, right?
And the teaching, and the grading.
- I know it's a tight fit in the barn with three bots,
so if you wanna add walls or anything else
to get comfortable, be our guest.
- I appreciate that, Lieutenant Malto,
but training new recruits is a pretty standard
in-and-out mission.
I'll be gone before you know it.
- Give it up, Thrash!
We have way more apples than you two.
- Uhh, no you don't.
Oh, yeah?
- Ohh, whoa! - Hey! Those are...
Aww.
All for you.
Why is this cow so adorably smaller than the rest of them?
- 'Cause she was just born.
- Like us!
- And that's what she changes into?
- Uh-huh. But for now, she's so cute and tiny.
Look at her soft fur and her fluffy ears.
- Aww.
Aww!
- Tires to the tarmac, Terrans.
It's time to train.
- Stop, Bee. You're scaring her.
- Besides, what's there to learn?
Twitch and I already know how to change modes and stuff.
- Changing isn't the lesson.
It's what you do to start training.
Tada!
- Ugh. You're up, whirlybird.
No problem.
I go drone all the time.
Ah, ah! I don't understand.
I just transformed right before you got here.
- Uh-huh.
- She did, Bee.
- When she wasn't under so much pressure.
- Okay. We clearly have a lot to work on.
Transforming is easy.
It's literally our name.
So, today, we're gonna work on actually...
- Actually, our schedule's all booked up.
- Fluffy Ears here needs us to feed her apples.
And give her scratches!
- Feed her another apple.
Fine.
We'll train after hours.
- Oof. Tonight's the one time a week
the Maltos never miss...
Family game night.
- I have no idea what that is, but I already love it!
- You should come, Bee.
You're part of the Malto family now, too.
- Yeah, thanks, but no.
I'm here on a deadly serious mission.
Optimus Prime tasked me with immersing the new generation
in sacred Cybertron culture, and...
- Oh, it's so cute.
I can't believe this.
They're ignoring me, Bumblebee!
Battle scout, deliverer of life and death information.
- Great timing.
I was just moving my Bumblebee collection.
It's got everything.
Except your autograph.
Hint, hint.
On... all of them?
Wait.
Is this supposed to be me?
- Yeah. Aren't they fun?
- My eyebrows do not look like that.
Give me strength. You know what?
Leave the box.
I'll get it back to you when I'm done.
My face is not a toy!
Ow!
This mission was supposed to be easy.
I'm never getting outta here.
- Optimus Prime's channel.
Report.
- Oh, Megatron.
Uh, I had a question for Optimus.
I... I can call back later.
- Perhaps I may be of help.
- Um, sure.
So hypothetically, if your troops
weren't listening to you, what would you do?
- When I commanded legions of Decepticons,
my strategy was always intimidation.
A little brute force.
Make a show of my weaponry, that sort of thing.
My signature move was the turbo twister, where I'd...
- Ahh! Mother of Solus!
- Training module complete.
- Heads up, newbies,
school's in session.
Seriously?
I don't even wanna be here.
Ah!
Ugh! Why can't I change forms?
Ah! It's supposed to be part of who I am.
I bet nobody had to teach you how to eat apples.
Okay, I'll try again.
- She's training.
- Come on!
I don't need that big bumbling know-it-all's help.
Know-it-all?
Ahh!
You guys are everywhere.
- Optimus Prime's channel, Elita-1 speaking.
Elita?
Is Optimus trying to avoid me?
- Bee.
I've been his second in command for mega cycles.
Hup!
What do you need, Bumblebee?
- Well, hypothetically speaking,
if your fellow soldiers weren't paying attention...
- Trouble with the Terrans, huh?
- They don't listen to me.
- Give 'em a reason to.
What kind of things make 'em excited?
- Umm... - Well, there's your problem.
You can't lead if you don't know your team.
They'll be way more willing to listen
if you show 'em you care about 'em.
- I'm not here to make friends.
I just wanna finish my assignment
and go back to being a hero.
- Right.
Well, good luck with that, hero.
- Oh, okay.
I'm getting a feeling,
but it's warm, and it makes me want to giggle.
- Was this on your "busy" schedule?
- We're testing our emotional connection to Robby and Mo.
- Well, guess these presents I brought you
will have to wait. - Presents?
- You have my attention.
- These are your new comm devices.
We'll use 'em to keep in touch during our missions.
- Aw, they're made of you.
- Yeah, but the brows are all wrong.
- Stop laughing at my face!
Rude.
- Wait!
Come on, think. Know your team.
Show you care.
Tell me about this family game night.
- Really? - You're gonna love it, Bee.
- Welcome to the First Ever Malto Family Game Night,
Cybertronian Expansion Pack Edition!
- Ah!
- This new table's kinda wobbly.
- This'll fix it.
- All right, time to pick teams.
- Permission to request Twitch and Thrash,
Lieutenant Malto. - Sorry, Bee.
We already called dibs. - When was that?
- Through these. We just kinda felt it.
You can be with Mom and Dad.
- Pinch me! I'm on the Bee team.
- Whoo-hoo!
- Remember, a good scout considers every possibility
before acting. - Every single one?
- Yes! Thanks for the assist, Bee.
Oh, yeah!
Not that possibility.
So, what's the next game?
- Charades!
Mo and Thrash, you're up.
- Okay. Mo's an injured Decepticon.
How do you set up a containment trap?
- Uh, injured Decepticon?
- Ehh! Wrong.
Mo is obviously a chicken.
- Robby!
- Ohh, yeah.
I see chicken now.
Invisible forcefield.
Mo, do you hear someone talking?
Because I don't.
- It's me. I'm talking
and teaching you how to think under pressure.
You're welcome.
- Mo, honey, pick another word.
No fair!
We didn't even start yet.
- Bee interrupted our turn.
- Then Robby and I should get a do-over
from the last three games.
- Now you're straight up cheating.
- You need to respect your fellow scouts.
We're all on the same team here.
- We're literally not! That's the whole point!
- Why won't you let us focus on playing games
instead of training?
- I'm trying to help you.
I wouldn't have to do this during your precious game night
if you had just trained with me instead of
wasting time with a cow!
- Her name is Fluffy Ears!
- Oh, come on!
I was a calamari, see?
- Who does Bumblebee think he is?
Turning family time into training?
Whoa, what... wait!
I changed form!
Ah! I changed form!
Whoo-hoo!
Fluffy Ears, I did it. I finally did it.
Oh, no, no, don't be scared.
Oh, here, I'll change back.
Argh!
Ohh! Uh!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- This is Optimus Prime.
- Optimus, finally!
I've been calling you all day, 'cause, well...
'cause I'm having trouble with the Terrans.
They don't respect me. They don't listen to me.
They're not interested in my training.
How could I fail such a simple assignment?
Maybe be all that time in hiding
made me less of a hero or...
Got ya!
Anyway, I'm probably off on a mission.
Mailbox full.
Please, no more autographs or compliments.
I can't handle hearing how amazing you think I am
when I'm in the middle of failing everything.
- Oof. I think I owe you an apology.
We're here to help if you need it.
- I just wish I knew how to get these Terrans to listen to me.
If you figure that out,
could you let me know?
Kids can be a mystery.
Listen, this is a big adjustment for everybody.
We're all trying to find our way.
Those Terrans need to learn things
even their mom can't teach,
but I know in my heart you can.
- Thanks, Lieutenant Malto.
- You can call me Dot.
- And all my friends call me Alex.
Not saying we're friends.
I mean, we could be if you wanted.
- I'm proud, too, Alex.
- Ohh, pinch me!
I'm friends with Bee.
- Twitch, what happened?
- I didn't mean to do it, but I... I was trying to change back
into bot mode, and I couldn't, and I just
broke the fence and the cows got out, including Fluffy Ears.
And now I don't know what to do!
- Bumblebee, you there? Bumblebee?
Using the walkie, like you said, talking into your head.
Pick up, please!
- Thrash, this is Bee. Copy.
- Oh, good. Uh, I hope you're not mad about the whole
us destroying the barn thing,
because we need your help with the pasture,
like, right now.
- What's the situation? - Bad.
- Bumblebee! The cows escaped through the hole in the fence.
- What do we do? This is our first rodeo!
- We need a strategy. Twitch, take my walkie.
Fly up, and tell us what you see.
- The cows are still heading toward the railroad tracks.
We need to move the herd without scaring them.
- That's good. Thrash, change into a vehicle.
That'll make it easier to herd the herd.
Ah!
- How do you switch modes, Bee?
- I just want in my spark.
What's it like for you?
- When Thrash and Twitch change,
they feel safe, happy.
- Ohh, I can see how maybe my teaching style
didn't help with that.
Can you show me how it works?
- Sometimes it helps if we hold hands.
- Yes! Maltobots, let's go wrangle us some cows.
- Yee-haw! - Whoo!
Whoo-hoo!
Yee-haw!
Now they're mooving.
- Wait.
I still don't see Fluffy Ears.
- Go find her. We'll keep driving these dogies home.
- Yee-haw! - Yah!
- Good job, team. - Got 'em!
I got you, baby.
You're right. Let's go home.
Transform. Transform! Transform!
Bumblebee! I saved Fluffy Ears,
but now I'm stuck in the train tracks
and I can't transform!
- I'll be right there.
- I'm coming, too!
- No. I can buy Twitch time, but she needs you to stay calm
and send focus now.
- We can help her, Robby.
- Twitch, you can do this.
I've seen it.
- I don't know how to be a Transformer, Bee.
I'm not like you.
I... I don't know how it works.
- You're thinking too hard.
This is just something you have to feel.
A literal ghost train.
I don't even wanna know what this thing's hauling.
What are you doing? It'll crush both of us.
- I'm not leaving until you're safe.
That's what being a team, a family means.
Feel that.
- Come on, Twitch. Come on!
- So that's why it's called training.
Twitch!
- Twitch, you're okay!
- Thanks, Bee.
- I should be thanking all of you.
This was the first time in forever
that I felt like part of a team.
- You mean part of a family?
- We all heard you say it over the walkie.
No takebacks. - Okay, see?
Now it looks like you.
- Welcome to Malto Family Game Night Take Two:
Repaired Barn Edition.
- Come on, Bee, roll the dice already.
- Okay, okay, okay.
- Bumblebee, this is Optimus Prime.
Sorry I missed your calls yesterday.
Are you free to talk now?
- I'm actually in the middle of something right now.
Call you back.
- Whoa. - Did you just diss a Prime?
- Hmm, I'm busy hanging with my family.