I work with a bunch of idiots.
Optimus, Megatron,
glad to see you. Join us for a quick word
before the ceremony, please.
- Happy to, Agent Croft.
Snazzy shades, Agent Schloder.
- Cameras are set up inside.
I'll say a few words. President phones in her message
about world peace, and then she'll introduce you two.
- The teleprompter has approved statements
for both of you to read.
I penned them myself. No ad-libs.
Will it direct us to sit, stay,
and transform as well?
Just a few public speaking jitters.
We are here to celebrate the human-Autobot alliance,
not destroy it.
- How can you tolerate GHOST treating us
like Cybertronian poodles?
- We're their partners, and it's been 30 years.
Well, 15 for you.
But still, get a new grudge.
Hi, Mr. Optimus!
- Awesome.
- Everyone, get down!
Seekers!
- Come on.
- Skywarp. - And Nova Storm.
- Sorry to crash the peace party.
- We propose a new partnership.
Your parts in pieces.
- Give us your left arm, Prime, or we'll take it by force.
- How disappointing to see my former Seekers
become lowly scavengers!
- Better than living on GHOST's leash.
- Alex, we need to get the kids to the hangar!
Down, get down!
Now!
- I'm getting really bad feels from Mo and Robby.
- Don't worry. Those Decepticons
barely qualify as mosquitos.
- Let's go clip their wings.
- Mm.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold your horsepower, guys.
That place is crawling with GHOST, which is why
we didn't go in the first place.
The only family we have needs help, Bumblebee.
- I wanna go, too,
but Optimus and Megatron will keep them safe.
Trust me.
- Run!
- They want my left arm like their lives depend on it.
They can have my fists!
Surrender, and I promise mercy.
- You surrender
that special arm of yours, Prime.
- Optimus!
- Cease fire!
You are part of the reason humans fear our kind.
- Humanity doesn't fear us.
While we are guests on this planet,
protecting Earth and its people is our priority.
The Seekers attacked us, Megatron.
Everyone saw us defend our human allies.
- Allies? A naive dream.
The war has clearly not ended for all Cybertronians,
and every human watching has new reason to be afraid
of our kind.
- Cut the feed now.
- Mistreat my staff again,
and it'll cost you more than a slice of wing.
Of course, failure also voids our agreement,
landing you under my knife.
- Sorry, Dr. Meridian! We tried our best!
- You embarrassed yourselves.
But at least you made Prime and Megatron appear
as the monsters they are.
Cybertronians force their brutal war on Earth.
They are an existential threat to humanity.
But I can't wipe out the invasive creatures
while their powers are greater than my own.
- If you see a Decepticon, myself or another Autobot
will gladly come to your defense.
All you need to do is call our anonymous tip line.
- 555-REPORT-A-CON, and remember,
prank calls are a felony in this state.
I dare you to try me.
- I have a new job for you...
Bait.
- Our family could've been hurt!
- And we should've been there to help!
- But no, Thrash and I have to stay here
and live secret lives.
- Hello, me too.
- What's Bumblebee training us for
if we can't do anything when stuff gets real?
- You still have much to learn, young Terrans.
For now, my priority is keeping you hidden and safe.
- From Decepticons?
No.
I fear GHOST would claim the Terrans as assets
for their own use and not give us time to understand
the significance of what they are.
- We don't even understand what we are.
And if we're such a big deal,
then why haven't you been trying to figure that out?
- Yeah, how were we born inside a crusty cave puddle?
Why are there only two of us?
- And how'd that glowy rock thing
bring Thrash and I to life?
- A luminous stone generated your spark?
Why are these the first details I've heard of their origin?
- We're still figuring things out?
Terrans, more now than ever,
I believe you play a critical role
in rebuilding our kind.
- No pressure, right?
The thing is, for all we know,
the 'Bots and 'Cons on this planet are the last of us.
- Until you were born.
It's time we discover how your sparks came to be.
Finding this glowy rock is our new priority.
- Pinky promise, no take backs?
- Uh, okay. - Witness!
Pinky swears are legal contracts in this family.
Yes!
- You're interrupting a very wholesome family moment.
- Can the chitchat, big red.
Our 'Con hotline got an anonymous tip.
Today's trouble twins were caught and need a lift to jail.
I'm sending you the Cons' coordinates
and a link to a new mission playlist.
Prepare to get hype.
Whoo!
Yes!
- Sorry to interrupt, Ranger Malto.
Skywarp and Nova Storm were captured.
I hate to ask, but can you and Megatron handle that transport?
- And make sure those 'Cons never scare my kids again?
Oh, yeah.
- Wonderful. I'll send you the location pin.
And you have my word.
I'll watch over your loved ones.
- Everyone, Mom has some official ranger work to do.
So you're with Optimus today. Be good.
- Mr. Optimus, we're ready to help however we can.
- So who's driving?
Best mission ever!
- Special Agent Schloder.
Looks like your Decepticon hotline works.
- So why are we here?
- Easy, bad boy. You're on a need-to-know basis.
And all you need to know
is I know you need to move
these Decepticons into that truck.
Capisce?
Let us go!
- I do not wish to see our kind rust away in cells,
but your freedom puts my cause at risk.
March.
- Agent Schloder!
It's an ambush!
- Flee, Dorothy!
- Stand down, arachnamechs.
This is a veteran worthy of respect.
Mandroid,
I should've known a cockroach like you would return.
- Strong words from a fool who walked straight into my trap.
Pity you aren't the Prime, but I'll still enjoy taking
that fusion cannon off your hands...
Literally, of course.
- You ordered today's attack?
Unfortunately, it was a necessary...
- My family was at that ceremony,
and I haven't forgotten
that you abducted my Terran babies either!
- And for that, I owe you an apology.
Please join me in my office.
- Where Megatron goes, I go.
- Hey, I remember this rock.
I skinned my elbow on it.
Hope you enjoyed your time
with Mo and Robby Adventures Incorporated.
- 'Cause we've reached our destination.
- What if there's more Terrans like us waiting inside?
- Thrash Jr. Has a nice ring to it.
- Stay together! Just wait for me.
- Uh, we're not gonna fit, are we?
- Not even going to try.
- Partner to Megatron, guardian of the Terrans,
Optimus Prime clearly trusts you.
- That doesn't sound like an apology,
which explains the bachelor vibes
you got going on here.
- Let me begin again.
Conversation was difficult after my time in the war.
- You served too?
- My contribution was scientific.
I was drafted by GHOST to toil in their robotics laboratory.
After a year of laboring on projects I detested,
Decepticons attacked San Francisco.
- Yeah, I remember. I led an infantry platoon
at the Battle of the Bay. - Then perhaps you recall
the Autobots' friendly fire destroying buildings.
My arachnamechs dragged me to safety,
saving me the only way they knew how.
I came away with...
souvenirs.
- Me too.
I judge a person by their actions,
not their prosthetics.
- So wise.
Indeed, my encounter revealed my true calling:
to become humanity's guardian,
the hero this planet needs.
With my enhanced form,
I shall rid Earth of all violent beings,
starting with all Cybertronians.
Lights.
- Dorothy, If this madman harmed you,
I will introduce him to new...
- Megatron, relax.
This will only hurt as much as I want it to.
- We can help each other.
You summon Optimus Prime, requesting his immediate
surrender to me, and I...
Malto?
Did the fisherman lose his catch?
Silence!
Or I'll dismantle the ranger for sport.
After all, I don't need her.
Skywarp, Nova Storm.
At your service, Dr. Meridian.
- Take to the skies. Locate Optimus Prime
and deliver Ranger Malto's badge as proof of her capture.
Return with the Autobot leader.
He should come willingly in exchange for his human ally,
who happens to be a mother of Terrans.
Tell Prime to bring the young ones.
- Is this it?
- That's the glowy rock.
It lit up when me and Mo touched it.
- And gave us our sleeves.
Then, Twitch and Thrash came out of that water.
- Is this what made us?
- Then let's make it make more usses.
- Go ahead, kids.
You got the touch.
- Hm? - Uh?
Mm, huh.
- Well.
- I don't get it. It worked last time.
- Okay, we still have nine combinations for interacting
with the Emberstone in pairs... Four as individuals.
Let's... - I don't know, Twitch.
I think it's telling us
we really are the only Terrans in the universe.
- When in doubt, ask a Prime.
- Why are we still working for Mandroid?
- We either find Autobots for him
or Autobots find us for GHOST.
- Is it too late to be Autobots?
- Quiet! I'm picking up a signal.
- So, Bumblebee,
you are doing well with the Terrans?
- Great. Yeah, we're doing great.
Why, did you hear something?
- Mr. Optimus, we found it.
- We found them.
- The Emberstone.
- You mean the gift of Quintus Prime?
- Who's that, Dad? - He's one of the original 13
who helped create Cybertronian culture.
History says he created life on worlds across the universe,
using an artifact called the Emberstone.
- This proves my suspicions true.
I cannot say how the Emberstone came to be in Witwicky,
but Terrans, you are, indeed,
the first in a natural evolution of our species,
a welcome symbol of...
Huh?
Ranger Malto?
- Dottie?
- Mandroid sends his regards. He requests Optimus,
but we extend his summons to the infamous Terrans.
- And Zom-blebee, who's back from the dead
with a midlife crisis alt mode.
- Come willingly, and Megatron and the ranger may survive
in one piece.
- Bring me to Dottie...
Now.
- Evolution of hope.
- Did you hear... - Just like last time.
- Get to the cave, now!
- We haven't formally introduced...
- Take shelter, and guard the Emberstone.
- Ugh, keep the stupid mood rock.
- It's you we're here to collect.
- Whoa, whoa!
- Whoa. - Whoa.
- You protect the Emberstone. - And we'll protect you.
- Help, Quintus, please.
Mom needs us.
- I feel your call.
- Uh, kids?
- It's okay, Dad. The same thing happened when...
- Stand down. This is over.
- Maybe for your friend.
- No, no, no, no!
The cave's collapsing.
Let's go! The exit's this way.
- Family?
- Agent Schloder, we've subdued the Seekers.
I need a retrieval.
Huh?
Oh, thank Primus you're all right.
- Mr. Optimus, we lost the Emberstone.
- But look at all you've gained.
- More Terrans.
- Welcome, young ones.
I am Optimus Prime.
It warms my spark to meet you.
What are your names?
- She's Hashtag.
You're right.
I didn't have a word for my name... just a feeling.
- Well, what am I called?
His name is Jawbreaker,
my favorite candy.
Really?
- And I am Nightshade.
It is a delight and a surprise to meet you all.
- Not all of us.
Mandroid still has Dottie.
- Uh, how do we make the bad feelings go away?
- We have to save Mom and Megatron.
- Mandroid is no joke.
We barely escaped the last time we met him,
and only because Mom saved us.
- We don't know this "Mom," but we feel your love for her
burning through our hearts.
- We wanna help.
- If you'll let us.
- Thank you.
- Mandroid is formidable.
We will need all the help we can get.
But GHOST will be here soon to take the Seekers.
We must go somewhere secure, and I have just the place.
This is Mandroid's lair,
and these pieces represent all of us.
- Oh, may I be the bobblehead?
- Of course. Morgan, can you switch... uh...
- Nightshade's pronouns are they/them.
- He or she just doesn't fit who I am.
- My apologies.
Please switch their piece.
Now, the plan.
Our new Terrans will pretend to be Decepticons.
You three will deliver me, Twitch, and Thrash as prisoners
to Mandroid in exchange for his protection from GHOST
and the Autobots.
Then the trap is sprung!
We will drop our bonds,
and Mandroid will be surrounded.
Meanwhile, Bumblebee and the Malto family,
who have been laying in wait outside,
will usher Lieutenant Malto and Megatron to safety.
I call it "Operation Terran Horse."
Any questions?
Maltos, Terrans, let's rescue our comrades!
- So many parts I could use.
Which would best serve my role as Earth's protector?
The leader of the Decepticons' helm or your cannon?
- Ranger Malto, I know you can hear me.
I'll release your pet monster if you like.
All you have to do is surrender immediately.
- Ignore him, Dorothy.
This pathetic excuse for a doctor
couldn't hurt me if he tried.
- Don't mind if I do.
- Malto...
Useless mechs.
Bring her to me!
Now!
Now there's no one left to save you.
- Any chance your GPS accidentally
brought us to the wrong evil cyborg's headquarters?
- Wait, wait, wait. What?
The jerk moved?
- It doesn't matter. You're a scout.
You can still find Dottie. Right, Bumblebee?
- Team Malto, report.
- No sign of Mandroid from up here.
Bee team? - Nothing.
It's like he vanished into thin air.
Well, report in if you find anything.
- We have to get Dottie back, Bee.
She's my reason for everything.
When she was hurt in the war, I thought I'd lost her.
I can't face that again.
- Alex, we got this.
Nobody's harming Dot on our watch.
Here, maybe this will help you focus.
- This is our song. How did you know?
- Well, Lieutenant Malto may have mentioned
that it was special to you guys.
- Oh, it is.
Purple is the color of our relationship.
Our first dance was in the rain to this song,
"Purple Storm Clouds." I sang it when I proposed.
Most lucky she wasn't named Violet.
I'm not an action hero like you, Bee.
But I will do whatever it takes to save my family.
- We both will.
- The naval yard? I gotta tell Alex.
- There just aren't any clues to follow.
I can't scout without a trail.
Alex, do you see anything?
- The color purple.
That's where Dottie is.
Drive!
We found them. They're at the naval yard.
- We're on our way.
- Your barbarous treatment of my people will not stand.
We are not a threat to Earth.
Dregs like you are.
- Any more snide commentary?
You're such a cutup.
You will be.
- Major Malto.
It seems you insist on siding with Earth's enemies.
Too bad you won't live to regret that.
Ah, finally.
My prizes have arrived,
but not with the escorts I expected.
- Oy! Name's Sparkleplug,
baddest 'Con in the known star systems.
My mates and me captured these 'Bots from GHOST.
You can have 'em for a price.
Right, team?
- Yeah!
- You are crueler than I imagined.
- What?
They mean we will give you
these prisoners in exchange for your protection from GHOST
and the Autobots.
- Terrans?
- Guard her.
Ah, Optimus.
Ha, late to the party, but always the star.
But why are you three here
instead of Skywarp and Nova Storm?
- Oh, revenge!
Uh, uh. Yeah, ol' Skywarp and I
were real mates in bad guy school.
- It's a long story. Is our bargain agreed upon?
- One more question.
How did you manage to capture a Prime?
We asked him to come with us.
- Ah.
Now, why didn't I think of that?
Oh, what's this?
- Ah, imposters.
- Arachnamechs, seize them!
Huh?
Enough games.
If you Maltos side with my Cybertronian enemies,
then I'll destroy you like my enemies.
- Earthquake!
- No, no. Something much worse.
- You Cybertronians have stood in my way
for the last time.
If I can't have you alive,
I'll pull your parts from the rubble!
- Whoa!
- Kids!
- Dottie?
Dottie!
- Oh, get to cover!
- New plan.
A ground team lays down covering fire with me.
But we need volunteers to take out Mandroid's cameras.
He can't blast us if he can't see us.
- On it.
- Roll out!
- There you are,
Alex.
Alex?
- Mo, you and Jawbreaker take out the cameras on this side.
Dad and I will get the other side.
- On it.
- This isn't working.
I've got an idea. Cover me.
- Jawbreaker, one thing you gotta learn about this family...
We do things together.
Hmm?
Arachnamechs, take care of the stowaways.
- Twitch, I need backup in the sky.
- Yes, sir.
- Bumblebee, hang on to this.
- Oh!
- Whew, just one more to go.
- Whoo-hoo!
- Eat our teamwork!
- Yeah! - Careful, little bird.
Too much confidence often ends in rubble.
Ah!
- Malto brats, let's see how you like this!
What?
- Whoo!
- Fine, I'll destroy you all blind.
There's enough pests out there.
If I swat, I'm bound to hit something.
- Everyone, get to cover!
- Ha, that made him mad.
- I know how to make him madder.
Someone needs to take out that cannon.
- You can count on me.
- Megatron, you can't. - There's no time, Optimus.
I have to do this.
- Twitch?
Twitch!
- Oh, no.
- One thing you gotta learn about this family is...
- We do things together!
- No dingo snot of a mech is gonna smoke my sibling!
- No...
No! No!
- Now, Dorothy.
- Roger. This is for my family.
- No!
- Holy smokes. Is every day like this for you?
- Only every other day.
- Mom! Meet your three new kids,
Nightshade, Jawbreaker, and Hashtag.
I know this wasn't easy
to have to fight and feel for people you don't even know
in a world you just arrived in,
but I can't thank you enough
for helping us escape.
Come on over, kiddos. Bring it in.
Awesome.
- See? I told you she was cool.
Welcome to the family, kiddos.
- Mm...
We could've used GHOST backup today.
For all our purported partnership,
somehow, we always bear the scars.
- Look closer, old friend.
This is the human-Cybertronian alliance.
GHOST has growing to do, yes.
But this is what we can achieve together
for the future of both of our species.