01x03 - Moo-ving In

[bunniefuu]

[birdsong]

[engine roaring]

[tires screeching]

[engine revving]

[engine revving]

[train whistle blaring]

[tires screeching]

[engine revving]

[clanging]

[brakes squealing]

[engine revving]

[engine roaring]

[train whistle blaring]

[engine roaring]

[beeping]

[brakes squealing]

[transforming]

- [laughs]

[beeping]
New speed record.

Still got it.

[thud]

[grunts]

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.

[sniffs]

- Best mission ever.

[camera shutter clicks]

- Best mission ever!

- [sighs] To-do list.
[beeping]

"Come out of hiding." Check.

"Train recruits."

Soon to be check.
[chuckles]

"Rejoin the Autobots."

Oh, dear Primus,
I can't wait to say check.

- [humming]
- 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.

- [laughs]

- Uhh, no you don't.

- [laughs]
Oh, yeah?

[gasps]
[cow munching]

- Ohh, whoa!
- Hey! Those are--

[munching]
Aww.

[moos]
[cowbell dinging]

[gasps]
- All for you.

[munching, moos]

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.

[cowbell dinging]

- Aww.

[lights humming]

all: Aww!

[engine revving]

[brakes screeching]

- Tires to the tarmac, Terrans.

It's time to train.

[revving engine]
[cow mooing]

- 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.

- [yawns]

[grunting]

[cowbell dinging]

[imitating transforming sound]

Tada!

[all snickering]

- Ugh.
You're up, whirlybird.

- [laughs] No problem.

I go drone all the time.

[light whirring]

[straining]

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!
- [laughs]

- Feed her another apple.

- [sighs] 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--

[all laughing]

- Oh, it's so cute.

[cowbell dinging]

- [squeal, screams]

[laughter]

- [sighs] 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.

[whirring]

[laser squealing]

On...all of them?

[rummaging]
- 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!

[cracking]
Ow!

[grunts] This mission
was supposed to be easy.

[sighs] I'm never
getting outta here.

[beeping]

- Optimus Prime's channel.

Report.
[explosions booming]

- Oh, Megatron.

Uh, I had a question
for Optimus.

I--I can call back later.

- Perhaps, I can 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.

[expl*si*n booms]

My signature move was
the turbo twister, where I'd--

[expl*si*n booms]

- Ahh! Mother of Solus!

[cracking neck]

- Training module complete.

[footsteps approaching]

- Heads up, newbies,

school's in session.

Seriously?

[mooing]

[sighs]
I don't even wanna be here.

- Ah!
[whirring]

[grunting]

- What's wrong with me?

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.

[grunting]

- She's training.

- Come on!

I don't need that big
bumbling know-it-all's help.

- Know-it-all?
[mooing]

Ahh!

[all munching]

You guys are everywhere.

[beeping]

- Optimus Prime's channel,
Elita- speaking.

[grunts]
- 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.

[whirring in distance]

- Oh, okay.

I'm getting a feeling,

but it's warm,
and it makes me want to giggle.

[laughter]

- 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.

[all laughing]

- Stop laughing at my face!

- [gasps]
- Rude.

[cowbell dinging]

- Wait!

Come on, think.
Know your team.

Show you care.

Tell me about this
family game night.

- Really?
- You're gonna love it, Bee.

[laughter]

- 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.

- [sighs]

[timer ticking]

- Whoo-hoo!

[electricity buzzing]

[timer ticking]

- Remember, a good scout
considers every possibility

before acting.
- Every single one?

[beeping]

- Yes!
Thanks for the assist, Bee.

Oh, yeah!
- [sighs]

Not that possibility.

So, what's the next game?

- Charades!

Mo and Thrash, you're up.

[timer ticking]

- 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.

- [imitating forcefield]
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.

[timer dings]
- 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!

- [screams]

[clattering]

- Her name is Fluffy Ears!

[screams]

[crashing]

- 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!

[laughs]

Fluffy Ears, I did it.
I finally did it.

Oh, no, no, don't be scared.

Oh, here, I'll change back.

[grunting]

Argh!

Ohh! Uh!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

[beeping]

- 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!
[laughs]

Anyway, I'm probably
off on a mission.

[beeps]
- Mailbox full.

[beep]

- [sighs]

[sighs] 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.

- [laughs]
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.
[mooing]

[train horn blaring]

[engine roaring]

[brakes screeching]
[transforming]

- 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.

[grunting]
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.

[whirring]

- 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.

[whirring]

[transforming]

- Yes! Maltobots,
let's go wrangle us some cows.

- Yee-haw!
- Whoo!

- Whoo-hoo!
[laughter]

- Yee-haw!
[tires screeching]

- [laughs] Now they're mooving.

- Wait.

I still don't see Fluffy Ears.
[beeping]

- Go find her. We'll keep
driving these dogies home.

- Yee-haw!
- Yah!

[mooing]

- Good job, team.
- Got 'em!

[mooing desperately]

[cowbell dinging]

[track bells clanging]

- I got you, baby.
[bells clanging faster]

[moos]
[squeals, giggles]

You're right.
Let's go home.

[metal clattering]
[gasps]

Transform. Transform!
Transform!

[train horn blaring]

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.

[whirring]

[engine roaring]

[tires screeching]

[transforming]

[metal screeching]

- 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.

[train horn blaring]

A literal ghost train.

I don't even wanna know
what this thing's hauling.

[grunting]

[brakes screeching]

[engine revving]

[struggling efforts]

[engine roaring]

[brakes screeching]

- [grunting]

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!

[train horn blaring]

[track bells clanging]

[train horn blaring]

- So that's why
it's called training.

[whirring]

[moos]

[laughter]
- Twitch!

- Twitch, you're okay!

[cowbell dinging]
[moos]

- 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.

[beeping]

- Bumblebee,
this is Optimus.

Sorry, I missed your calls.

Are you free to talk now?

[mooing]

- I'm actually in the middle
of something right now.

Call you back.
[beep]

- Whoa.
- Did you just diss a Prime?

- Hmm, I'm busy
hanging with my family.