01x03 - Moo-ving In
Posted: 07/23/23 06:30
[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.
[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.