01x05 - Total Meltdown

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We still have a lot to learn
about Earth customs.

And the best way is to keep our
optical and auditory sensors open.

So let's get started!

We've got over channels
to monitor here.

So the next time you fill your t*nk,
be sure to use Super Premium Mega Fuel!

That looks like that hurts.

Not as much as that.

Do you have a dream of being thinner?
Taller? Faster, even stronger?

Well these people did.
And they turn their dreams into reality!

And you can do that, too!

With my "biochemical makeover"!

Ah, human upgrades.
What will they think of next?

Hi there. I'm Prometheus Black
and I can transform you.

If you're still not convinced,
well then you better watch

one of my greatest by-own-hands
success stories in action!

You see them every day,
they clean your house,

they teach your children
and they take your jobs.

But tonight, men will triumph
over machine

in a no-holds barred fight
to the finish!

What RAM-damaged,
programming-impaired bot

would agree to be in
such a degrading spectacle?

Representing the machines, I give you...

Bumblebee!

What?!

Hey, good evening, Detroit!

And representing the human race,
I give you... Cyrus "The Colossus" Rhodes!

That's a human?
- Must be a new model.

Good luck, and may
the best man win.

Don't worry, little guy.
I'll go easy on you.

Don't do me any favors, machine.

Who's the little guy, now?

Please, select your condiment.

Please, select your condiment.

Please, select your...

Would you like a napkin?
- This is why I hate machines.

I knew we had something in common,
Captain Fanzone.

Enjoying the luxury box?

Eh, not to mention the VIP parking,
the complementary neck massage

and the coupon for
one free bio-enhancements.

You wouldn't be trying to influence
the Detroit Police Department

in any way now,
would you, Mr. Black?

Captain, I am a humble businessman.

I merely wish to demonstrate my product
under ideal conditions.

So uh, what's the trick?

Electronic pulses stimulate experimental steroids
that I introduced into his body.

As you can see, captain, my biotechnology
is far superior to robotic technology

because a human brain controls it!

Picture a brand new police force, huh?

With by-own-hands human officers

instead of those mindless,
Sumdac robot drones.

You know me,
I never been too crazy

about sending machine
to do a man's job.

Of course you don't have to captain,
if you choose my biotech,

over Sumdac's robots.

Come on, you're
getting your gears cleaned!

You can take this stuff!

Just stay out of his reach.

Which one? The guy in the middle
or the two on either side?

Just... swing at all of 'em!

Hold still, shorty!

Now that's just wrong!

I didn't make fun of your height
when you were little.

I said hold still!

Make me!

Yes!

I believe this proves my point
about biotechnological superiority.

Eh, you were saying?

Bumblebee, heads up!

Hang on! I'll patch you up!

Just hope there's
something left of you to patch.

Stand and fight!
What are you, yellow?

Well... duh.

Call off your overgrown gorilla!

Well it's not like he has
an "off" switch.

Looks like you're in
over your head again, kid!

What's that supposed to mean?

Mute it. We've got bigger problems.

Wh-what? Bigger than me?

What are you talking about?

Time for the big g*ns!

Oh, just rub it in, why don't you?

What? What'd I say?

Good thinking, Prowl!
Way to cut him down to size.

Next time, use your head.
Find your foes weakness and strike there.

If you can reach it.
- Oh right, I get it, 'cause I'm short!

What? I'm just busting
your bumpers a little, buddy.

Why does it have to be "little buddy"?
Why can't it just be "buddy"?

What's with him?

He's just mad 'cause
he came up a little short!

OK, now you're doing it
on purpose!

That's it! I'm telling the mayor
to scrap your contracts!

I'll take those Sumdac rust-buckets
over this mess any day!

You cannot do this, I'll be ruined.

Not my problem, Mr. Black!

Filthy machines.

This is not over.

Clearly mere physical strength
is not enough to defeat these machines.

However, by combining the Autobot's
fluid sample with my steroids...

I have discovered, as they say,
a "chink in the armor".

Thus ensuring the superiority of my biotech
over Sumdac's robotics.

All very well, Prometheus.
But your investors are still furious

about the negative publicity
from that wrestling match.

I will make them forget
all about "Collosus" Rhodes.

I just need time, money
and a new human test subject.

Not a chance. Even the prisons
won't give you test subjects anymore.

We're cutting our losses and your funding.
- You can't do that!

I'm sorry, Prometheus.

Fool!

I will show them that I'm better
than Sumdac and his greasy robots.

Even if I had to take matters
into my own hands.

They'll pay for this.
They'll all pay.

Today, we unveil the newest model
of the Sumdac Systems' Police Drone.

Not only is it larger and faster,

but it also has
improved recognition software.

So we don't have a repeat of that...
unfortunate incident with the captain's wife.

Look out!

This is why I hate machines.

Oh dear, it wasn't supposed to do that.
I-I am so sorry.

Call us when you
get those bugs worked out.

My regards to your wife, captain.

How could this have happened?

Definitely sabotage.
But I've never seen a corrosive like this.

It can even melt Autobot alloy.

I'd like to run some more tests.
It should only take a few hours.

That long?

His attention span is short, too.
- I heard that!

Apparently so is his fuse.

Oh the ninja bot gets it.
Good one!

Who knew he had it in him?

Yeah, aren't you supposed to be
the strong, silent type?

Emphasis on the "silent".

Knock it off, you motor heads.
We've gotta warn my dad.

He could be in trouble!

Transform and roll out!

I'm here for Isaac Sumdac.

You have an appointment, Mr. uh...
- The name is Meltdown.

Have a... nice day...

Oh, not another malfunction.
- Dad!

Those breakdown this morning
were no accident. You were sabotaged!

Sabotage? But who'd want to-
- Isaac Sumdac...

We need to talk.

Last one in is a reffin axel!

Wait!

Gotcha.

What the spark was that?

A force field, when the tower's under att*ck
it goes into auto-defense mode.

What a dumb design.
If your dad's in trouble,

how're we supposed
to get inside to save him?

Leave that to me.

I don't think so.

Boss reinforced that little weak spot.

Bulkhead, you and I
will keep him busy.

Now it's payback time!

Sari, see if you can
deactivate the auto-defense.

Prowl and Bumblebee
will get to your father.

Bulkhead, move your
oversized fender.

I can't, I'm sorta stuck here!

I can't open the field any wider!

Bumblebee, you'll have
to go on alone.

Oh, lucky me.

Someone used acid on that cable.

But it'll take more than that
to stop yours truly!

Going up!

Prometheus, why are you doing this?

Because you're a fraud.

I am smarter, better-looking
and more educated than you

and yet, everything you touch
turns to gold!

While everything I touch...

Just... look at me.
I'm a freak.

But I refuse to be beaten by some
simpering nerd who merely got lucky!

This looks like the force field controls.

Either I'm getting bigger,
or this thing's getting smaller!

Sari, stop! You're making it stronger!

Are you ready to feel the burn?

Need a lift?
- He wanted to melt me!

Hey, watch the paint job!

You're not going anywhere, machine!

If this is about the wrestling match,
I'm retired from the ring!

Fasten your seat belt,
it's gonna be a bumpy ride!

It's not working!
Find another data port.

I believe this is your stop.

Dad, you're alright!

But not for long!

Leave 'em alone!

Ah, you wish to give 'em a hand?
So be it.

We tried everything! What's it take
to bring this guy down?

More than you've got, tin can!

The bell... hit it again!

The frequency must've
distrupt his techno-organic circuits!

See how easily I put you to knees.

I will melt you into molten slag.

No!

Bumblebee!

Now it's your turn.
- I don't think so.

There. That should hold it.

Guess you didn't get the memo

about the acid that
melts through anything?

Fools, nothing can hold me!

Suggestions on how to stop him?

Hey, how about using
the one thing that stopped us?

Hurry, the auto-defense field!

Gotcha.

You can't melt what you can't touch!

No!

I say let him stew in his own juices.

Big help you were, Bulkhead.
Why didn't you just draw a big bullseye

over that oversized chestplate of yours?

I gotta admit, kid. For a little bot,
you got a great, big spark.

You showed a lot of courage,
taking that hit for Bulkhead.

Sorry about yanking your crankcase.

I was just having a little fun.

"Little"? You just said little?
- No!

I- I mean yeah, no,
but I didn't mean-

I may be small, but I'm scrappy!

And I can run circles
around your big ol' rusty chassis.

You know, I got major skills.

He's gonna be impossible
to live with now, isn't he?

Oh yeah, big time.

I go like this...
Then I'll be all like this!