01x16 - A Plague of Insecticons

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♪ The Transformers ♪

♪ More than meets the eye ♪

♪ Autobots wage their battle to destroy
the evil forces of the Decepticons. ♪

♪ The Transformers ♪

♪ Robots in disguise ♪

♪ The Transformers ♪

♪ More than meets the eye ♪

♪ The Transformers ♪

NARRATOR: On the tropical island of Bali,

lies an ancient and mysterious
expanse of watery jungle known as,

Demon Swamp.

Where a strange new form of robot
now st*lks the unwary traveler.

-Food approaches, approaches.

-There's something in the water.

[ screams ]

-What is happening?

-Welcome to Demon Swamp, swamp.

-Let's get out of here!

Hurry!

-Wait for me!

-Kickback. Your meal is escaping, escaping.

-In that case, I better hop to it!

Hyah!

-We must radio for help!

-Yes! We can't let those
monsters get to the farm.

-Farm?

There's more food to devour on a farm.

-Exactly!

Bombsell, Kickback...

Transform this snack
into energy, energy.

-It is done, Shrapnel!

-To the farm, and more food!

-Dad, It's an S.O.S. from Bali, listen.

-They're being att*cked by
gigantic robot insects.

-Don't worry, Sparkplug.

The Skyfire exterminator
service is on the way.

-Hey, wait for me!

-Hold that door!

SPIKE: Dad! You better radio Optimus Prime.

I think we're gonna need
all the help we can get!

-Giant insects?

Well done, Laserbeak.

We must intercept them at once.

Prepare for arial renezvous.

Soundwave, send Ravage to investigate.

-Ravage, transform.

-He's on to something.

Let's go!

THUNDERCRACKER: A home for giant bugs.

-Not so, Thundercracker.

This is a Decepticon escape module.

It was launched before our
own starship crashed on Earth,

four milion years ago.

-Then the giant bugs aren't bugs at all.

They're Decepticons, like us.

THUNDERCRACKER: And their idento-computers,

adapted them for life on Earth,
by turning them into Insecticons.

-Insecticons transform, transform.

Attack, attack!

-[ man screams ]

-A plague of monsters from the sky!

OPTIMUS PRIME: According to the
coordinates Sparkplug radioed,

we're getting close.

So be prepared for anything!

IRONHIE: Hit the brakes!

[ villagers chanting ]

-That village celebration is
blcoking the road.

-Haven't you guys ever
heard of a shortcut?

Come on!

-Since when do you know
anything abou this conutry side?

-Listen, I've got search instincts like
a proton-powered pathfinder.

Watch it!

-Proton-powered pathfinder, huh?

-Uh... well, sure!

Uh, ya see, if we can't go
through those villagers,

we can go under them!

-Run! There are monsters in the fields!

-Monsters? What are they talking abou--

[ screms ]

I knew we should have
sprayed the crops!

-Fool! There is no spray to prevent this.

-Hyah!

[ laughs ]

How was that, Shrapnel?

-Restain yourself, Kickback.

We are here to feed. Not to play, play.

Let's give our visitors a
fatal welcome, welcome.

-Ok! Everybody out!

-Fire, fire!

-Boy, talk about hot lips.

-But not hot enough to singe our steel.

-Yeah. Those robot bead bugs
aren't anything special.

-We got 'em out gunned and outnumbered.

-But not outsmarted!

Try my insecti-shells.

They will even the odds.

-And my electronic clone beams,

will spell your doom, doom.

BUMBLEBEE: How do they look to you guys?

-Ah, they're probably
just optical illusions.

I hope.

-Fire, fire!

Fire, fire!

-Still think they're optical
illusions, Brawn?

-This is no illusion, Autobot.

[ growls ]

Prepare for termination!

- Destroy then now, now!

-I sure hope Prime got Sparkplug's
message to meet us here.

SPIKE: Yeah. He and the other Autobots,

should be here by now.

-Tunneling under those villagers
is taking longer than I figured.

-You and your shortcuts.

-I still think this is the
best way to go.

You'll see.

-The cowards have hidden from us.

-Well, not for long.

-Quick! Behind me.

Those spikes can't penetrate
my repulser field.

-Great work, Windcharger, but
we're still in trouble.

-I can't fly us outta here.

That wallup from Kickback
shorted my transform circuits.

-Well, let's look at the brightside.

At least they didn't bring that
sawed off nerd, Rumble, along.

-I don't know you and
yet I feel a kinship, kinship.

-Decepticon science generated you,

just as it generated us.

-In that case it's my honor to
as you to help us destroy,

these animated
srap piles, scrap piles.

-With pleasure.

OPTIMUS RIME: Stand back, Sideswipe.

It's my turn.

-I'm not really tired,
but... if you insist.

-It's Optimus and the whole bunch!

Boy are we glad to see you!

-Whoa!

-That's no way to travel, little fella.

-Yeah. Uh, next time I'll
call a cab.

-Autobots, attack!

-Deceptions, Insecticons, take to the air!

An oil refinery awaits our pleasure.

Once we have
taken its power,

we will deal with our
enemies once and for all.

-There ya go, Skyfire.

Your transform mechanisms unfritzed.

-Thanks. I'll keep an eye on
the Decepticons from skyside.

-Remember, Skyfire, we can't
help you from the ground,

so be careful.

-My sensors indicate
we are no longer alone.

-All right, Insecticons,

we'll take care of your clones,

you take care of Skyfire.

-With pleasure Megatron, Megatron.

-Uh-oh. What I wouldn't give
for a laser-power fly swatter.

-Swat this, you Autobot booby.

-Hey!

Stop buggin' me!

-Bit down! It's our only chance to hang on!

-Look! Skyfire's in trouble!

-I'm not exactly a flying ace,
but he needs help.

Fire!

-Hey, thanks for the
hand, Wheeljack.

-Now try a foot!

-Contact, Wheeljack.

-Thanks, Prime. Keep on truckin'.

-The monsters are back!

-Run!

-Energon cubes in production.

-Thundercracker, the pipes.

Once we have energized,

our enemies are finished.

[ laughs ]

-Distract Skfire, fire.

I'm going to use my special override waves,

on his friends below, below.

They will be powerless to resist me, me.

-Hey! Somebody ele is driving me!

-That big ugly bugs running us.

-He's got us on collision course!

-Prime! Get outta the way!

-Somebody!

sh**t out our tires, before
he makes us do it again!

-You will destroy your friends, friends.

-Save your tires, guys!

Lets try a little force field to
interrupt his override waves.

-Interruption, interruption.

-Give me a toss, Optimus.

I wanna teach that bug a lesson.

-Go get 'im, Brawn!

-Gotcha, beetle-brain.

-Goodbye, Autobot.

-That's what I call going down to defeat,

from de feet.

-[ screams ]

-Comin' Brawn!

-Thanks, Skyfire.

I don't mind the takeoffs, but
the landings are m*rder.

-We've wasted enough time
on the Autobots, Autobots.

On to the Oil Refinery,

where we will claim our
share of the energy, energy.

-Thundercracker, more cubes. Hurry!

-You've been busy in
our absence, absence.

-Yes. And I'm sure fighting Autobots
has given you an appetite.

-Gnaw a hole in the
side of that tanker,

and drink your fill of
cool, refreshing, oil.

-Ah, delicious, delicious.

-And so rich in energy.

-Hey, watch it dragon breath.

-A visitor. Let's prepare a
suitably warm welcome.

-It's that crazy jet again!

BOMBSHELL: Careful, Shrapnel!

You could set the whole place on fire!

-More interlopers.

Soundwave, activate the Ravage cassette.

-Let's them, Autobots!

-This way, guys!

-Allow me.

I think this calls for a
shrapnel grenage, grenade.

-Excercise extreme caution.

We're floating in a potential inferno!

-Megatron said to give you a warm welcome!

-The oil tanker.

Ironhide, quick!

If the flames reach the refinery,
the whole place will explode.

Bombshell! Shrapnel! Look! Storm clouds!

The day is won!

-What is that idiot-headed
grasshopper talking about?

-He's talking about the
end of the Autobots!

-But our enemy is on the
ground, not in the sky.

-But our w*apon is in the clouds,

and Bombshell's expl*si*n
has brought it to us, us!

Now...

Taste the lightning, Autobot fools!

-It tastes terrible.

-[ laughs]

Magnificent!

-There's gotta be something
we can do before we all get fried!

-There is! Bumblebee,
you've gotta transform!

-Spike, Bumblebee, stay back.

You'll be destroyed!

-Perish now, now!

SPIKE: We're still okay!

-what went wrong, wrong?

-Optimus, everyone, rubber
tires are insulation.

The lightning can't hurt you
when you're rolling on them!

-Now you're talkin'!

-Hop on, Wheeljack!

But watch my enamel!

-No! You will not defeat
Shrapnel, Shrapnel.

-Bug off, you Insecti-twerp!

-Oh, no,no!

-So much for weapons from the sky!

I have the most powerful w*apon
of all, floating in the sea!

When the refinery goes up,

the Autobots will never know what hit them!

-The tanker!

SPIKE: Trailbreaker, help!

Use your force field!
It's our only chance!

TRAILBREAKER: You got it, Spike!

-He cut off my control beam!

Our clones are doomed, doomed!

-Whoo... we made it.

-Not yet, you puny human!

-Megatron...

Catch!

-Maybe we picked the
wrong allies, Shrapnel.

We Insecticons need no allies, allies!

We shall preserve ourselves, selves!

-We earned this energy!

Now let's eat it and get out of here!

-The traitors!

We befriended them and now
they steal our power source!

MEGATRON: Forget the Autobots!

- Insecticons, fly, fly!

-Destroy the Insecticons!

-For once, I wish Megatron
the best o' luck.

-Unfortunately for us, the
Insecticons are Decepticons, too.

-And with the same engineering they
won't stay enemies for long.

-Very true, Wheeljack.

They'll be back.

But when they return...

-They'd better watch out!

-'Cause we'll be ready for 'em!

-Spoken like a true Autobot, Spike.

-Gee, do you really mean it?

-Why, just say the word, and I'll
design a vehicle transform for ya.

Maybe a motorcycle! Now that
would be something new!

-Uh, maybe we better wait until
I'm old enough to drive.

-Heh-heh! You've got yourself a deal!