03x15 - Webworld

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♪ The Transformers ♪

♪ More than meets the eye ♪

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

♪ Transformers ♪

♪ Robots in disguise ♪

♪ The Transformers ♪

♪ More than meets the eye ♪

♪ The Transformers ♪

Where'd the Autobot go?

We've got him now. Follow me!

Alright!

Back off, Scourge, we don't have
time to play around. He's all mine!

Your days are numbered now, Deceptions.
If only you knew...

I'm getting bad readings.

Its a trap!

Surrender, Decepticons!

I retreat for nobody!

Spend your sh*ts freely, Autobots!
You're sh**ting in vain!

They got us! What are we gonna do?

att*ck!

I think I'm in bad shape!

What do you mean?
You think you're damaged?

The diagnostics don't work!

We'll take cover in there.

It appears we are still alive.

W-Where are we?

I don't know,
my tracking system is blown.

Wait! Look!

I don't believe it!

It can't be!

It looks like Cybertron during
the fabled golden age.

Well, they're no fable!

I don't have the strength to fight.

Scourge: Are they gonna take us
prisoner, or blow us away?

Sandstorm: Welcome to Paradron, friends!

Scourge: You don't think this is what
happens when you get deactivated, do you?

Cyclonus: Who knows, Scourge, who knows...

Well... Well? Out of my way!

There's plenty of energon, brother. Relax!

What's happening?

What? Only Galvatron
tells Cyclonus what to do!

Same goes for me.

Nobody tells me what to do but Galvatron.

And, of course Cyclonus.

So, why aren't they trying to blow us away?

Perhaps because they aren't armed.

Have I got the wrong idea,
or are these guys a bunch of wimps?

Yes, they appear to be wimps.

Hey, you're not supposed to be in here!

Who says?

Hey! I'm stuck up here!

Everybody's got to be somewhere.

We're picking up and
image, Galvatron-Galvatron.

Chaar, this is Cyclonus.
Come in. Can you read me?

Cyclonus! I thought you'd been destroyed!

Not at all.

After... demolishing the Aerialbots,

we discovered a planet with an
unlimited supply of energon.

Who rules it?

Oh, that's the good part! Its
controlled by a bunch of sissy Autobots!

Galvatron, this planet has
your name written all over it!

Citizens of Paradron,

I implore you to help me defend our
planet from these violent intruders!

I think you're taking
this much too seriously!

Yes, the two strangers just
had a little too much energon!

They're just misunderstood!

Besides, citizens, theres enough
energon for everyone. Let us not fight!

This is too good to be true, Scourge.

Set your weapons on stun.
I want them all in working condition.

I thought we were going to have some fun.

And I'm telling you they're dangerous!

You wouldn't be talking about
us, would you?

Don't worry.
We do not intend to hurt you.

Hail Galvatron! Kneel to your new leader.

But this is a democracy!
I don't have to bow to anyone!

Before a society can move forward,

everyone must agree on the rules.

Now kneel!

What about Sandstorm?

He's only stunned. As soon as he
regains consciousness, we'll talk with him.

Help him, understand us.

Should I destroy him or
simply immobilize him?

Neither ! I want to tear him apart!

I will not be deprived of this fun!

Too bad we didn't get to bump him
around more before we splatted him!

Let's go after him!

Galvatron will make us suffer for this.

This is Divebomb. I've located the Autobot.
Do I have permission to destroy him?

Permission granted.

You're history, Autobot!

I wonder what that odd sound is.

Come on, don't let me down!

Please don't let me down!

Alright!

Galvatron is not gonna be happy!

I sure hope I can find
some friends out there.

Sandstorm has just escaped Paradron's
outer atmosphere and he's...

headed for the vortex.

This means our plans are pushed up!

Make the slaves work faster!

If theres anybody out
there, I need help! Fast!

We have an unidentified spacecraft
transmitting a distress signal in S- .

Blurr, Springer, rescue him.
But be careful.

It may be a trap.

That can't be it. There is no planet
called Paradron. Tell us the truth!

I promise you, I'm not lying.

I don't know how to tell you this, Kup,
but the detector says he's not lying.

Let's hear the story from the beginning.

Our forefathers fled Cybertron
during the Fourth Great w*r.

A peaceful planet where they would never
be found, they went through the vortex.

Thats why,
its not on any of your star chartss.

You just got my interest.

Why didn't you tell us they're Deceptions?

If you had,
we would have been interested earlier

instead of later,
which would have been better,

because earlier is
always better than later!

I-is there something wrong
with his timing program?

That's just the way he is.

Sandstorm, we'll have a real
nice welcoming party for you later.

Right now we gotta put
together a strike force.

We got a big problem! The Decepticons
know that Sandstorm escaped,

therefore they can hypothesize that we're
coming, 'fore they can make preparations,

so therefore we could be
walking into a virtual trap.

And where does that get us?
Dead, thats where!

Don't worry. I've got it handled.

Work, slaves!
Hail the Decepticon Empire!

What do we have here?

I believe it is an Autobot invasion party.

I KNOW what it is.

Didn't you just ask me what we had here?!

It was just a figure of speech!

TURN THE MOLECULAR CANNON ON THEM!!

Uhh, alright, let's sh**t it!

I will not fire until
I say we're ready!

When will that be?

Now!

Fire!

Not a very subtle w*apon, is it?

Somehow I think subtlety would
be lost on the Predacons.

Oh, It is unfortunate that i will not have
so much as an Autobot boot as a souvenir.

The decoy ship worked perfectly.

Lets pat ourselves on the back later.
We have a mission to run.

Springer, Sandstorm,
help me evacuate Autobots.

Ultra Magnus, Blurr and Wheelie,

try to gain control of the energon
supply through any available means.

Any questions? No? Good.

We're almost there.

Move on my signal. Now!

Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!

It's time we fight for
what we believe in!

Our freedom, Our planet, Our lives!

We're in a hurry. Give them the weapons.

We don't believe in fighting. You know
what the ancients taught us, Sandstorm.

Fighting only begets more fighting.

The Decepticons are using
our energon to destroy!

Believe me, our forefathers
would take up arms and fight!

We don't have time for this!
Either fight or flee!

This is just too easy.

Charge!

Oh boy, oh boy! Are we in trouble?

Ultra Magnus to Rodimus Prime!
Come in! Come in!

Ultra Magnus, were you calling? Go ahead.

We're taking heavy fire!
Must abort mission!

No, Ultra Magnus. Change mission!
Blow the planet's energon core!

It'll destroy the entire planet!

I know, Sandstorm, but if the
Decepticons get this planet,

every other planet in the
universe is vulnerable .

We're pinned down!
Can't move!

Not go more, door is floor!

Never mind!

Come on. Let's get outta here before
the Decepticons use us for target practice.

But what about us? My robots!

We have plenty of room on Cybertron.

Sky Lynx, transform and
start moving the Autobots.

That won't be necessary.

We have escape pods to get us off
the planet in case of disaster.

Once we get inside,
don't speak for the first hundred yards,

or the whole structure
will collapse on top of us.

Don't move.
The m*ssile's trying to sense our presence.

Lie down!

Hurry! We don't have much time!

I've never seen anything this
beautiful in the entire galaxy....

All right, give me the b*mb.

We've got five minutes to get
off this planet. Let's go!

Come on. We'll get the last laugh.

Run, you Autobot cowards!

Hhh...but he isn't a coward....

Something's wrong here!
Decepticons, abandon the planet!

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Every Decepticon for himself!

It's as beautiful in
death as it was in life.

Well, no need to get all mushy.
Cybertron's a better place anyway —

not so...perfect!