01x02 - Secret Legacy Pt. 2

[bunniefuu]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- [growls]

- You always knew how
to make an entrance, Megs.

- [laughs]

[adventurous music]

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.

[drones whirring]

[mysterious music]

[whirring]

[electricity crackling]

[birds chirp]
[Robby grunts]

- Come on, Twitch!

[grunts] There's loads of games
we can play.

[Twitch grunts]

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.

[bird squawks]

- [chuckles] Pretty sure
Spizwig isn't a name.

- Shh!
You'll hurt his feelings.

- [chuckles]
Well, I bet I can hit

more targets than you.

[upbeat electronic music]

[grunts]

- Nice, Robby. My turn.

[energy whirs]

[Twitch grunts]

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!

[energy whirs]

- Ha!

[energy pings]

Whoa! I knew I was good,

but I didn't know
I was the best!

I wonder what else I can do.

- [laughs] Yo!

This is the single greatest
feat of my entire life!

I am a master--

Mo?

[Mo giggles]

- [grunts]

[Mo giggles]

[energy whirs]

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--

[sighs]
Just want us all to be happy.

- They probably want
that for you too.

So to make them happy,
be happy!

[suspenseful music]

[drone whirs and beeps]

♪ ♪

- What's that bird's name?

Interior circuitry.
Unknown power source.

Come on, eyes, look closer!

[energy whirs]

[yelps] Weird feels.

Really weird feels!

[rotors whirring]

Huh.
It looked bigger from far away.

- Twitch! You transformed!

You have a vehicle mode!

[drone whirs]

[suspenseful music]

[drone trills]
[display beeps]

[energy blasts]

[electricity crackles]

- 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!

[pebble clanks]
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.

[drones whir]

- 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.

- [scoffs] 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 w*r,

I saw that Optimus always
does what he believes

is right,
no matter the personal cost.

[soft dramatic music]

- [sighs] GHOST.

♪ ♪

- The drones didn't
find anything.

We'll need to search
the town ourselves.

Autobots, roll out!

[bots whir]

[engines rumble, wheels squeal]

♪ ♪

- I can never tell
if he means me.

- [laughs]

[mechanical squeaking]

[ominous music]

- [groans]
- Stop struggling, Hardtop.

- [grunts]

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?

[arachnamech squeaks]

♪ ♪

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.

[display whirs and trills]

- 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.

[solemn music]

[sighs] 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!

[sleeve whirs]

There will never be
another one like her.

[arachnamech clanks]
Let's go find you an alt mode.

[gasps]

- Finally!

I was hoping to get my
turn with one of you guys!

[yelping]

Ahh! [grunts]

[arachnamech clanking]
[Thrash grunting]

It looked easier
when Twitch did this!

[arachnamech squeals]

[metal clanks]
- Buzz off, bucko!

- Dig the trash talking, Mo!

[trash clatters]

[arachnamech growls]

- This...is...

Epic!

Whoo-hoo!

[upbeat electronic music]

[Twitch trills]

Whoa!

[sleeve ringing]

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.

[ominous music]

[drone crackles]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

[arachnamech shrieks]
- [gasps]

- Oh no, you don't!

[grunts]

[metal clanking]

[arachnamech shrieks]

[electricity crackles]
[Thrash yelps]

- Thrash, it's time you learned
the art of the victory dance.

[upbeat electronic music]
Whoop, whoop!

Whoop, whoop!
- Hey!

- Technically,
that was our win.

[music dies down]

- My win.

- What--come on!

I can't even get
on the scoreboard?

- To be fair,
I was button mashing.

[energy crackles]

- Good news, Thrash.

Here's a chance
for you to do some mashing.

[arachnamechs trilling]

Lots of chances.
[tense chuckle]

[energy blasting]

[all gasp]

[upbeat electronic music]

♪ ♪

Whoa, Optimus Prime?

[windshield wipers squeak]

- He sure showed those
ro-bozos who's boss, right Mo?

Eh?

[rotors whirring]

[sleeves ring]

- 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.

[soft bright music]

♪ ♪

- 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!

- [clears throat]

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?

[horn blares, engine rumbles]

[brakes hiss]

- 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.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

- It's gonna be okay.

Mom always keeps her promises.

♪ ♪

- We'll see you
as soon as we can.

[doors clang, engine rumbles]

[ominous music]

[people chattering]
[camera shutters clicking]

- 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.

[faint slurping]

[eerie music]
- Come in.

Welcome.
I'm so excited to meet you.

[metal scrapes]
Please, sit.

[arachnamechs clinking]

[both gasp]
- Watch out!

Those things are dangerous.

They've att*cked 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.

♪ ♪

[arachnamech growls]

[clapping]

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--
[electricity crackles]

is a gross
oversimplification of--

[grunts]

Tell me more
about this creepy cave.

[energy ringing]

[sleeves ringing]

- I can feel Thrash and Twitch!

Their emotions are...this way!

[tense music]

[Dot grunts]

- 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.

[alert beeps]

♪ ♪

Someone's got to stop
his emoji abuse.

[call rings]

- The robot gets me
every time.

[laughs]

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.

[metal clanks]

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.

[metal clanks]
- Oh, but I was counting

on a much longer stay.

[alarm blares]
[restraints clank]

[both grunting]

For parts, at least.

- What the--
- Hey!

- Let us go, creep!

- Not cool, Mandroid!

[both grunting]

[expl*si*n booms]

- 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--[growls]

Arachnamechs,
tear them limb from limb!

[tense music]

[energy blasting]

- By all means, resist!

It's my favorite part.

[projectiles blasting]

[rockets whistling]

[energy roars]

[w*apon whirs and rings]

[explosions booming]

[energy zaps]

♪ ♪

[Megatron grunts]

♪ ♪

[console beeping]

[machine whirring]

- [whimpering]

[Optimus Prime grunts]

♪ ♪

[w*apon fire blasting]

- Elita- .

How about a little
Decepticon-Autobot tango?

[alert buzzes]

[bots whir]

[ominous music]

[bot growls]

For old time's sake.

[laughs]

[Elita- grunts]

Ha!

[dramatic electronic music
on radio]

♪ ♪

- 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.

[w*apon fire blasting]

[explosions booming]

[grunts]

[machine whirs]

both: Yay!

Ahh!

[arachnamech clanks]

[console crackles]

- Okay, kids, move out, now!

[bots grunting]
[blows clanking]

- Your heart's not in this,
is it?

[bots grunting, blows clanking]

Brain either.

[engine revs]

[tires screech]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

- [gasps] Elita-
is using Ariel's Gambit!

Pinch me!

- Uh, Dad?

Which Decepticon is that?

- [gasps]

That's, um--

[bot clanks and whirs]

Skullcruncher.

- How'd he get his name?

- [growls]

- Some things are better
left in the history books.

Seat belts!

[Skullcruncher growls]

[all screaming]

[w*apon fire blasts]

[Twitch whirring]

[all screaming]

[minivan clanks]

[Thrash grunts]

[ominous music]

[energy whirs]

[energy blasts]
[Thrash screams]

[thudding]

- Thrash!

[Thrash grunts]

- Rocinante.

[energy rings, whirs]

[engine roars]

[w*apon fire blasts]

[wheels squeal]

Rocinante rides again!

[engine roars, wheels squeal]

[whirring]

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 b*ttlefield!

[footstep clanks]

[engine roars, wheels squeal]

- Whoo! Yeah!

- 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!

[tense music]

[bot whirs]

[energy blasts]
I know that sound!

[suspenseful music]

Bumblebee?

[intense rock music]

- Pretty brave to face
down a Con by yourself.

Guess that makes you
an honorary Autobot, huh?

♪ ♪

[grunting, clanking]

[energy blasts]

[owl hoots]

[solemn music]

- Honest, I don't know
what came over me!

I'd never fight you, Megatron,
no matter what side you're on.

[grunts]

[soft bright music]

♪ ♪

[kisses smack]

- [sighs] 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.

[laughs]
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.

[Alex cheers]

- Does this mean Bumblebee
is coming to live with us?

- Ugh.

[flames crackle]

- [huffs]

[flames blast]
[yelps]

[chuckles]
- Over here!

- Twitch, Twitch!
- I'm open, I'm open!

- Here, here!
- Pass the ball!

[rotors whir]
- Whoa!

Drip drop!

- Okay, my turn to be
on Twitch's team.

[engine roars, wheels squeal]

- Hi, hon. Hey, Bee!

How was work?

- Definitely new territory.

- We rescued an egret
tangled in fishing line.

Good day.
[flames blast]

- Oops.

[grill lid clanks]

Kids, have you seen that foil?

- We'll get it, Dad!

[ethereal music]

♪ ♪

Robby?
- Hmm?

- I think I like it here.

- I think I do too.

♪ ♪

[owl hoots]

[sh**ting star rings]

[intense electronic music]

♪ ♪