01x12 - Hunting Season

[bunniefuu]

Oh, ja, hey, I'm from the Park Service.

Sorry, but this trail is closed, don't you know.

Wow.

It's like one minute you're that guy, and then, boom, suddenly you're somebody else.

The secret is to really get inside a character's head.

Oh, do another one! Do another one! I say, I'm Inspector Nigel Nigel of Her Majesty's New Scotland Yard.

And I am the inspector's assistant, Sir Duke of Earl.

Hey, Duke, we need to talk.

Uh

-oh.

Heavy drama alert.

I don't think I should take you with me on any more missions.

What?

Why?

A dad's number one job is to make sure his kid survives to adulthood.

If you get run over by a robotic buffalo or something, that's pretty much an epic fail on the parenting front.

But I thought I was part of the team.

I thought we were a team.

We are, Rusty, but

( device beeping ) What's the story, Fixit?

Sensors detect two Cybertronian ships landing in the forest west of Crown City.

Scans are inconclusive.

We should prepare for hostiles just in case.

Okay, I'm prepared.

Hang on, Grim.

There's a hunting lodge in that area.

If we run into locals, it might be tough to explain a big metal you.

Hmm.

We might need you and Russell to run interference, Denny.

I'm in, Bee, but Russell won't be coming on any more missions.



( dramatic theme playing ) BUMBLEBEE: No sign of humans.

Maybe it's not hunting season?

Denny, take cover.

Don't have to tell me twice.



( engine revs )

( dramatic theme playing ) Huh?

There's my prize.

Transformers Robots in disguise Robots in disguise

( roars ) Robots in disguise Robots in disguise

( engine revving )

( dramatic theme playing ) Airazor, Divebomb, bring him down.



( action theme playing ) Jetstorm, Slipstream, go.



( grunts )

( grunts )

- I have him, Master Drift.



- Never gloat, pupil.



( growls ) This bounty is mine!

( both grunting ) Did he say bounty?



( both grunting ) Wait.

I know that bot.

Unh! That's always been your weakness, Drift.



- You fight fair.



- Aah!

( grunts ) Guess we picked a side.

Eee! Aah! How about you pick on someone not your own size?

Sure.

Aah! Ha! Come out with your hands up.

Divebomb is right, boss.

Tactical retreat is called for.

By the time we pick through the forest, he'll be long gone.

I don't think we're done with him or he with us.

You're Drift, right?

We met in Kaon.

I'm Bumblebee.

I know.

I came to this planet to collect the bounty that has been placed on you for unauthorized use of a SpaceBridge, unauthorized travel between Cybertron and Earth and kidnapping.

Do we look kidnapped to you?



- Listen, we

- None of that matters now.

You saved me from Fracture.

I now owe you a life

-debt, which must be repaid in kind.

JETSTORM: Your blade, Master.

It is dirty.

Ah, humble apologies, Master Drift.

Slipstream, secure our ship and place it in synchronous orbit.

I can come out now, right?



( insect buzzes ) Ah.

Hi.

Denny Clay.

Your pet has poor manners.

Pet?

I'm nobody's pet! BUMBLEBEE: Later, Denny.

So now you don't want the bounty.

We're all friends?

I retrieve fugitives so they may explain their actions to the Council and eventually choose a more honorable path.

Fracture has no honor.

And he will not give up easily.

To repay the life

-debt, I will protect you from the att*ck he doubtless plans even now.

And I shall not move from your side until that is done.

That really isn't necessary.



( insect buzzes ) So three more places at dinner?

Ugh.

We've engaged the cloaking program, boss.

Drift will never see us.

FRACTURE: That self

-righteous scrap heap.

Ugh! What's so honorable about stealing my bounties?

It's all good, boss.

Your camera micro

-drones will show you what tactics Drift plans.



( insect buzzing ) DIVEBOMB: And how to defeat him.

Yes, this will be a day to remember.

The day I finally put Drift in his grave and collect a tidy sum at the same time.



( both laughing ) The boundries of your carbit repository they are reinforced only by derelict machinery?

This is actually a vintage salvage depot Drift, we can defend ourselves.

The life

-debt demands I do all I can to protect you.

Bee's right, these Bots are good.

They've stopped a bunch of Decepticons.

I can list them for you.

FIXIT: Would you prefer alphabetical order, by size, weight or perhaps some other grouping?

I've, fought a Sharkticon a Buffaloid and, uh Oh, that one with all the eyes.

Ugh, creepy.

And when Strongarm isn't bossing us around, we get the job done pretty well.

Your inexperienced law officer, juvenile delinquent, oafish Dinobot, damaged Mini

-Con and human pets are no match for an enemy as devious as Fracture.

ALL: Hey! Strongarm is not oafish.

Sideswipe, hey, look, why don't you, Grimlock and Strongarm set up some temporary quarters for our guests?

Fixit and I can show our guest's partners around the command center.

That bot's your sensei?

Master Drift is a wonderful teacher.

He took us from lives of petty thievery and granted us the honor of serving and learning from him.

I am a constant disappointment.

Jetstorm, that is not true.

Master Drift has high standards, and he does not give praise easily.

Sometimes we wish he would show more confidence in us, so we could feel more like part of a team.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Uh, so what do you do when you're not learning from your master?

Seriously.

Ah.

Fixit, load up my last save.

Aye, aye, Star Commander.

You are a Commander?

MAN: Commander, I've picked up an incoming battle fleet.

We are under att*ck.

Summon the master! Guys, it's just a simulator.



( beeping ) Ah, a training exercise.

To sharpen our battle skills.



- Do you want to play?



- BOTH: Play?

No way.

Grimlock, put that down.

There is no time for debate.

We must construct a barricade across the main entrance.

Not with my 1953 Vend

-o

-rizer.

Drift, I appreciate the help, really I do, but FIXIT: Ooh, Lieutenant Bumblebee.

There's a Cybertronian lifeline lifestyle lifesign near the northwest corner of the scrapyard.

It begins.

And we are not ready.

Strongarm, Swipe, Grim, let's check it out.

Everyone else in the Command Center.

Where you go, Bumblebee, we go.



( dramatic theme playing ) We're not seeing anything out here.

I'm still reading something at your position, and now there's another one on the southeast side.

Party time!

( roars ) Grimlock, don't run off alone.



- Strongarm, backup Grim.



- Yes, sir.

Something's not right.

You think?

BUMBLEBEE: Fixit, we've lost power here.

Cables may have been cut.

You all right?

Command Center is fully operational, sir.

I have a backup generator, Bee.

I'll go fire it up.

Hang on, Denny.

Sideswipe's gonna be your escort.

I don't want anyone going anywhere alone.

I don't suppose you'd wanna go with him?



- The life

-debt demands that I

- Eh.

Never mind.

I'm coming with you.

I don't think so, Rusty.

Stay here and help Fixit.

The generator's back by the Rocket Boy mascot.

SIDESWIPE: You point, I'll steer.

Seems like we have everything under control.

Not bad for delinquents, oafs and inexperienced law officers, huh?



( insect buzzing )

( grunts ) FIXIT: Um, lieutenant.

The Cybertronian life

-signal in the northwest corner just vanished.

DRIFT: A remote

-controlled micro camera wired to emit a false life signal.

And if Fracture is using one, he is doubtless using many.



( leaves rustle ) Let the punching begin.

Wait.

We're supposed to Huh?

A Cybertronian D

-Pad?



( groaning )

( grunts ) Wha?

Huh?



( grunting )

( dramatic theme playing )

( grunting ) Maybe it needs more fuel.

Hey, do I tell you how to do whatever you do?

Nope.

That's Strongarm's job.



( thuds )

( gasps )

( dramatic theme playing )

( grunts then groans )

( gasps ) Secure Bumblebee's pet.

Whoa! Hey! Unh! Unh!

( Bots laugh )

( Denny grunting ) No!

- Fixit, help me!

- What happend?

My dad's gone, Fixit.

And Sideswipe, Grimlock, Strongarm Fracture took all of them.

Which means he must be close.

Fracture's drones are so small, they can't have much range.

Once Fixit gets a lock

- on his ship, I'll go

- No, you will not.

You will remain here, under my protection.

What?

But that creep has my dad.

My life

-debt is to Bumblebee.

His safety is all that concerns me.

Honor isn't just a set of rules, Drift.

It's about loyalty.

Never turning your back on your friends.



( energy surges ) Leave now, Fracture.

I'm not here to talk to you.

What have you done with my team?

I'm a businessman, lieutenant.

I just want the bounty.

Let me turn you in, and your friends walk away unharmed.

Let's be honest, Fracture.

I know you won't let anyone go.

And you need to know I'll go down fighting before I'll ever surrender to the likes of you.



( grunting ) FRACTURE: It can be just this simple, Drift.

I collect this bounty, you collect the next, perhaps.

This is no longer about a bounty.

It's always about a bounty.



( grunts )

( grunts )

( dramatic theme playing ) Defend Bumblebee at all costs.

We will not let you down, master.



( both laughing )

( both grunting )

( grunts ) Heh, heh.



( dramatic theme playing )

( both grunting )

( grunts )

( both gasp ) Bumblebee! We need to get back to the Command Center.

Master, the young human is

( grunts ) Do only as I ordered.

Protect Bumblebee.



( groans )

( gasps ) Hm.

I I won't let you touch him.



( grunts ) Are you injured, Commander Russell?

No, I Commander?

Commander.



( suspenseful theme playing )

- Unh!

- Uhh!

( grunts )

( grunts )

( Fracture scoffs ) Hm.



( whirring )

( grunting )

( grunting ) Fighting fair, Drift Ha, ha, ha.

It was bound to cost you sooner or later.

RUSSELL: Not so fast, Fracture.

I've called in a battle fleet from Apropos IV.

One of Earth's most powerful allies.

Also the scariest.

And some of Bumblebee's best friends.



- RUSSELL: Fixit.



- I know, I know.



( dramatic theme playing ) Ha, ha, ha.

I admire your duplicity, human.



( Russell and Fixit grunting )

- Let all go!

- Uhh! Ow! But now the game really is over.

That is not for you to decide.

Righteous to the end.



( groans ) Emphasis on the end.



( dramatic theme playing )

( roars ) Surrender, Fracture.

Let me go, or I'll blow my ship to scrap and your Mini

-Cons with it.

Let him go.



- BUMBLEBEE: Game over.



- Unh! For real.



( grunts ) BOTH: Master! Well played, lieutenant.

I look forward to our next meeting.



( all gasp )

( dramatic theme playing ) That sounded expensive.

I saved you, you saved me.

I hereby release you from your life

-debt.

With my deepest thanks.

That is not how you conclude a life

-debt.



( both groan )

( sighs ) But the debt has been paid.

Although the bounty on you remains.

Are you planning on claiming it?

No.

I saw how Bumblebee was willing to fight for all of you.

I would never believe one so honorable could be a criminal.

Thank you.

And thanks for keeping Fracture busy while your Mini

-Cons saved my dad.

I meant only to protect Bumblebee, not help your father.

But accidents do happen.

The plan wouldn't have worked without Jetstorm and Slipstream.

You know you appreciate them.

They performed their duties quite admirably.

But they still have much to learn.

Well, I have some good news and some baboons bathrooms bad news.

Fracture's ship is unsalvageable, but his Ground Bridge still works.

We can definitely use that.

I've been rethinking my thinking.

What better way for me to make sure you're okay than to have you right by my side?

Epic win.