[ethereal music]
[haunting bird call]
[electronic whirring]
[suspenseful music]
[engines rumbling]
[brakes grind]
[deep cackling]
- Those Autobots are gonna
lose their coolant
when they find out
we stole their stash.
[Decepticons whirring]
- Serves them right
for working with humans.
- Sweet energon.
- Just like my tip said--
lots of goods, no guards.
[horn blaring]
both: Huh?
[dramatic music]
[engine revving]
♪ ♪
[whirring]
- Optimus?
- Things aren't always
what they seem.
That's your cue to surrender.
- Decepticons never go down
without a fight!
[doors clank, engine roars]
[whirring]
[tires screeching]
- I was hoping you'd say that.
Makes the job so much more fun.
- Hardtop. Swindle.
The w*r is over.
We offer you a peaceful life.
- Yeah, in prison!
- Sorry, Optimus.
We gotta blow!
[machines rattling]
[energy blasts whizzing]
[w*apon ringing]
[engines roaring,
wheels squealing]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[breaks squeal]
♪ ♪
[whirring]
[wheels squeal]
[grunting]
♪ ♪
[blows clanging]
[groans]
[container clangs]
[all grunting]
♪ ♪
- What?
You think I set this trap
just to let you get away?
- That tip was from you?
- Here's another one--
duck.
- Ah, scrap.
[container clangs]
[grunts]
- [grunts]
I'll never surrender,
and you'll never find
every 'Con on this rock!
- Agree to disagree.
[electronic shrieking]
- [grunting]
[garbled whimpering]
[electronic trilling]
- [grunting]
- Uh, oh, no.
[screams]
[tense music]
[crunches]
[Optimus Prime grunts]
[electronic shrieks]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- 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.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[electronic whirring]
[mysterious music]
[whirring]
[electricity crackling]
[crickets chirping]
[ethereal music]
♪ ♪
[wheels and gears rattling]
- [gasps] It's working!
Great invention, Robby.
- Cross your fingers.
[phone beeping]
Nothing.
Try reeling it in some?
[phone beeps and trills]
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--
[phone whines]
[Robby groans]
- Ah! Oh, wait, wait!
Ah--
- Gotcha!
- Oh, I--oh, okay.
All right now.
- What did the petrified boy
say about my cooking?
It rocks.
[both laugh]
- You rock.
[kiss smacks]
Especially when you make
a hungry park ranger
her favorite food.
[phone clicking]
- [chuckles]
- 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!
[snarfs] Ha-hah.
- [laughs] Hey! No fair!
- [sighs] I know the feeling.
[soft sentimental music]
- 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.
Families 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.
[silverware clatters]
- [groans]
[heavy footsteps]
[Robby grunts]
[door slams]
- Maybe I could try
talking to Robby?
Lumpia is a great icebreaker.
- Take extra.
[suspenseful music]
- Robby.
Bet you didn't know this house
comes with free room service.
[distant clanking]
[gasps]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
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!
[bike chain pops, rattles]
I don't have turbo legs!
[grunting]
[wheels squeal]
- I'll fix this, then you go.
Got it?
[distant vehicles whirring]
[suspenseful music]
[vehicles rumbling]
- Uh, Robby?
- Quit shaking the bridge, Mo.
- Robby!
[engines roaring]
- Run!
[electronic warbling]
[metallic clank]
- What are those things?
Whoa--
[rockets whistling]
[explosions boom]
[truck groaning]
[whimpering]
- Run, and don't let--
[expl*si*n booms]
Go!
[pained grunting]
[Robby yelps]
[gravel rattles]
- [pained groans]
- 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?
-[groans]
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--
[screams]
- I can be loud!
[screams]
[energy warbles]
[both gasp and pant]
[energy warbling]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
♪ ♪
Huh. Just a cool glowy cave.
[grunts]
- Take it easy, John Henry.
[rumbling]
[cracking]
[both scream]
[rock crackling]
[both scream]
[Robby grunts]
- Ugh.
[tense music]
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!
[Robby chuckling]
[metallic clank]
[rattling]
Ooh. You broke it.
- No, I didn't!
See, it's fine.
[grunts] Give me a hand.
[both grunting]
[suspenseful music]
[energy warbles]
♪ ♪
- Legacy of hope.
[yelping and grunting]
- What's happening?
[Mo shrieks]
- Robby, make it let go!
[Robby grunting]
[energy warbles, Robby grunts]
[Mo whimpers]
- I can't get it off!
[Mo shrieks]
- Robby! [gasps]
[energy chirps and whirs]
[liquid bubbles]
[energy blasts]
[sweeping dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[energy hisses]
[warbling fades]
- What are they?
[bots whir]
[both gasp]
[clanking footsteps fade]
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.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[energy ringing]
- [gasps] Huh.
I feel...calm.
- I think that's them,
'cause it's definitely not me.
- Human?
- Friend?
- Friend.
[adventurous music]
♪ ♪
[Twitch gasps]
[energy whirring]
♪ ♪
- My sister and I won't
hurt you.
[metallic screech]
[screen whirs and chirps]
[Mo screams]
[energy blasts]
[fragments tinkle]
- Wow.
- No way!
You're a Transformer!
- Okay.
We have to bring them home.
- %.
- Twitch, Thrash--real talk.
How would you feel about
a sleepover at our house?
And being best friends?
[ethereal music]
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.
♪ ♪
[ominous music]
[screen chirps, energy blasts]
♪ ♪
- 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 t*rture, you know.
[scientist chuckles]
- 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!
- [snoring]
- Aww.
- Who's that?
- [giggles] 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.
[pained grunt]
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.
- [chuckles] They'd never
believe this in Philly.
[crickets chirping]
[warm music]
[bird chirps]
- Aren't you glad we traded
in the city for this?
- Every day, hon.
It's a new beginning
for all of us.
♪ ♪
[birds chirping]
[rapid tapping]
[Robby grunts]
- 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!
[upbeat electronic music]
♪ ♪
[engine starts]
- Mom saw Mo! New game.
- Get in the barn
and wait for Robby?
- Nope!
Transformer stuff!
Ay-yi-yi-yah! Whoa!
[branch crackles]
Whoa! [grunts]
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.
[Thrash yelps and grunts]
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!
[car alarm blaring]
[key fob chirps]
- 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.
- [whispering] Ow!
You're standing on my servos!
- [whispering]
Yeah, well, I can't hear!
[rhythmic tapping]
- Uh, come on, Dad!
Tell us about
the Transformers w*r.
- My favorite story?
[chuckles] Okay! Okay, okay.
On September , ,
everything on Earth changed.
But we begin on Cybertron.
[grand orchestral music]
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.
[in deep voice]
One shall stand.
One shall fall.
- Ooh! Can I do Megatron?
- Mm-hmm.
- [in deep voice] Why throw
away your life so recklessly?
- Enter Bumblebee,
the most daring, most brave--
- We get it, Dad.
He's your favorite.
- [chuckles] You know it!
Bumblebee held the line
on Cybertron.
- I got this, you guys!
- [in deep voice]
Okay, bye-bye, thanks.
[energy blasts]
[energy booms and crackles]
[energy warbles]
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--
[energy crackles]
With the hope that
humans and Cybertronians
could live together in peace.
- [in deep voice] Huh.
Maybe this Optimus guy
has a point.
- The Transformers
w*r was finally over.
[birds chirping]
- 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.
[Mo giggles]
- Uh, thanks for the story,
Dad.
- [sniffles] Oh. I'm gonna need
another burrito.
- Well? Wasn't that epic?
[energy whirs]
- 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.
[upbeat electronic music]
[engine rumbles]
♪ ♪
- What in the world of what?
[engine rumbles]
[brakes squeak]
[music silences]
[engines rumbling]
[dramatic music]
[whirring]
♪ ♪
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 w*r is over,
and so is our association.
- Think of it as
working for GHOST.
- I don't believe in ghosts.
- GHOST is a secret
m*llitary 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 att*cks our convoys
and abducts our prisoners.
- You're telling me Decepticons
and more of whatever this is,
are right here in Witwicky?
[distant rotors whirring]
[whirring]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic electronic music]
[whirring]
♪ ♪
[footsteps clanking]
♪ ♪
- [growls]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
01x01 - Secret Legacy Part 1
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Fifteen years after the space bridge to Cybertron is destroyed, ending the civil w*r between the Autobots and the Decepticons, the Malto family relocates from Philadelphia to the small town of Witwicky, Pennsylvania.
Fifteen years after the space bridge to Cybertron is destroyed, ending the civil w*r between the Autobots and the Decepticons, the Malto family relocates from Philadelphia to the small town of Witwicky, Pennsylvania.