[foreboding music]
♪ ♪
- Twitch!
Thrash!
[voice echoing]
- Robby!
Robby!
- [panting]
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
[grunts]
- Robby, help us.
- No, I won't let them
take you away!
- You can't trust happiness,
Robby.
Nothing is forever.
- What?
No, no!
[whimpering]
Ah!
[panting]
[rattling]
- Another nightmare?
- Yep.
- Want to talk about it?
- Nope.
- Want to go look
at baby foxes?
- Absolutely.
[animals chittering]
[mellow music]
- Aw.
No babies?
The mama fox must have moved
them since we kept showing up.
- They can't have gone too far
on those tiny legs.
Let's split up
and keep looking.
[whirring]
- On it.
♪ ♪
- Slug sandwich!
- ID yourself, small citizen.
- [gasps] Robby!
Gotcha.
- Decepticon, o'clock!
- [g*n f*ring]
- Ah!
- Sir, that was
a Decepticon at large.
- That just kidnapped
a civilian child.
You could have blasted him
halfway past Harrisburg,
and yourself out of a job.
Stand down, cadets.
Until I can trust you
in the field,
I want the best agent
pursuing this Con--
me.
[electricity warbling]
[electric crackles]
[birds chirping]
[mellow music]
- Whoa!
- Wow.
- This is your office?
- Mm-hmm.
Welcome to my happy place.
[clicking]
- [gasps]
[stapler clicking]
I did all the staples.
Can have more?
Now, please?
- Thrash,
how about you check out
the nature displays instead,
kay?
- So many animal facts.
Did you know
squirrels can't burp?
Robby is definitely
not a squirrel.
- [burps]
But I definitely am
taking a nap.
- You mean hibernation!
- [grunts]
[gasps]
- Robby, look.
A monster catcher.
Remember?
Pinch and disappear.
- That's baby stuff, Mo.
Get me when it's time
to go home.
[yawns]
- Careful with that, Mozie.
I need it to walk Mr. Slithers.
Ooh, which reminds me,
if anyone finds Mrs. Slithers,
let me know.
[foreboding music]
[elevator dings]
- Hmm?
- Stand back, citizen.
- [yelps]
- No barricade on Earth or its
moon can stymie GHOST's best.
Oh, this is putting up
a fight, though.
- Mom, there's
somebody in there.
- Mrs. Slithers!
- Kids, outside.
Now.
Hold it, sir.
How'd you get inside
my ranger station?
And who are you?
- Special Agent
Jon "no H" Schloder,
Global Hazard
and Ordinance Strike Team.
"GHOST" to civvies.
- And I suppose the reason
I suddenly have
an elevator is GHOST, too?
- That's classified,
Ranger Malto.
But since you're what passes
for Witwicky law enforcement,
you'll be working with me
on my new mission.
- Which is?
- On a need-to-know basis.
- Well, I need to know,
or I'm not helping.
- Okay, fine.
This round to you.
There's a rogue Decepticon
in the area
capturing young civilians.
- Can you give me a minute?
- Twitch, that creepy guy
from the forest is inside.
He's a GHOST agent!
- Do you think
he knows we're here?
[phone chimes]
- Robby,
Mom says we should go home
right now with no emojis.
For her, that's like yelling.
- Mom never yells.
Oh.
Getting the seriousness
of the situation.
[soft suspenseful music]
[engine turns over]
- Better go this way.
♪ ♪
- You'll receive
your mission briefing
after official GHOST training.
First, I need you to assist me
in the next step
of my investigation.
- Let me guess.
It's classified.
- Au contraire.
You'll be driving me
to your residence.
Your file states
you have two children.
I need to question them.
- Uh-uh.
[tires screech]
Agent Schloder,
I may work for GHOST,
but my kids don't.
- With a Decepticon
targeting youngsters,
they may have heard
something from their peers.
Playground chatter
saved my squad
in the Knee Slapper Valley
incident.
[bird chirping]
- [groans]
[phone chimes]
Huh?
- Now Mom says don't go home.
Why are you so nervous, Robby?
- Oh, I know this one.
It's because--
- Because my little sister
won't stop bugging me.
- Okay.
Then why are you so grouchy?
- Wait.
Something's wrong.
The nuthatches
stopped chirping.
- What's a nuthatch?
- Was I the only one who looked
at the nature display--
[all screaming]
- A hologram pit trap?
Mom said Cons used these
in the Transformers w*r.
- Yeah.
In fact, the top was--
[electricity crackles]
[yelps]
Ow!
- Like that.
- You just got
to get more momentum.
[tires screech]
[electricity crackles]
[yelps]
Gotta take a moment
on the ground.
- Maybe we'll never get out.
Maybe we're stuck here.
Maybe those people that
att*cked us last night
set this up to catch us.
- Someone att*cked you?
- And you didn't invite us?
- It was no big deal.
- Spill.
- I couldn't sleep, okay?
Twitch and I went
for a walk and ran
into some GHOST creeps.
That's it.
- Why did you keep it a secret?
- Because I knew
you'd overreact.
- Don't feel bad.
We've only gone on night walks
four times this week.
- This week?
Why didn't you tell me?
- I don't have to tell you
every little thing in my life.
[tense music]
- Uh, too many feels.
I'm getting dizzy.
- Angry, hurt, sad,
pensive, scared.
- Scared--yeah, getting
that one, loud and clear.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Not who I was expecting.
- [sighs]
- We could say the same thing.
- GHOST is sweeping the area
for a dangerous Decepticon.
You are not
our intended quarry.
- Like accidentally
catching chum
when you're fishing for bass.
Nature displays?
Nobody?
- Mr. Optimus?
- Whoa!
- I'm glad I was the first
to check this trap.
If GHOST had gotten to you
Terrans before I did--
- They'd take you away forever.
- Fortunately, I always prepare
for the worst.
Uh, not that you're the worst.
I'll park you somewhere
GHOST will never think
to look for you.
- Good, 'cause we can't
go home right now anyway.
- [grunts]
["Jingle Bells"
playing on doorbell]
- Heh.
- Is that "Jingle Bells"?
- Oh, my favorite song
all year!
Whoo. Heh.
["Jingle Bells"
playing on doorbell]
- ♪ Hide the bots,
hide the bots ♪
[gasps]
Hide the bots!
Shh, shh.
Bumblebee, get in the barn.
- Sweetheart,
we have company.
- [softly]
The kids?
- [whispers]
With Optimus.
- What?
- Ah, yes.
Early th century
craftsman aesthetic.
Big on charm,
not defensibility.
You are?
- My husband,
Doctor Alex Malto.
This is GHOST Agent Schloder.
- Oh, good--good to meet you.
Nobody home but me,
and we definitely shouldn't
go into the backyard or barn.
- Hah.
That's oddly specific.
[whirring noises]
Ah, yes.
The music of my quarry.
Well, I say let's dance!
[suspenseful music]
- Bee's in there.
- So stop him.
- How?
Wait, don't go in there.
It's my man cave.
- [grunts]
[electricity crackles]
- Oh.
- [whistles]
- Hah.
- The X- limited edition,
custom paint, turbo ejection,
seats that shift
to cradle your buttocks.
Yeah, I'm going
to have to commandeer
your vehicle for my mission.
- Oh, this car is--
is sensitive.
I'm the only one that
can drive him--it!
- Not a problem.
That frees Ranger Malto up
for her GHOST training.
- Yippee.
- This will give you
access to the elevator
at the Ranger station.
Orientation is on level five.
Better study hard.
There's a test, a tough test.
It's called life.
[dramatic musical sting]
Let's roll.
Ah, cushy on my tushy.
[engine revs]
[car honks]
- Don't worry.
We'll use your cup holders
for drinks
and we won't eat
anything with crumbs.
[engine revs]
We won't eat anything.
Got it.
- [sighs] We haven't moved
in a long time.
- Mr. Optimus said
he'd let us know
when it's okay to come out.
- It's never going to be okay.
GHOST already tried
to capture us twice.
- Then maybe you shouldn't
have been out with Twitch
in the middle of the night.
At least she doesn't
act like a whiny baby
when things go wrong.
- I am not a whiny baby!
- Are you two, like,
forever mad,
or you need a snack mad?
[grunts]
[yelps]
Okay.
- [gasps]
Giving us superpowers mad!
- You have to be kidding me.
We couldn't be GHOST
without your spirit.
Mm, mm, mm.
- Ranger Malto,
welcome to GHOST orientation.
- Should have known
you'd be part of this.
Where are my kids?
- The safest place
I could think of.
Uh, help yourself
to some brochures.
- "How to con a Con,"
"Steel Handshake:
The Tale of Friendship."
"So you know how to transform.
Now how do you rebuild?"
Optimus, are you serious
with these?
- Mm, after decades
of fighting,
humans have reason
to fear my kind.
We found that visual aids
and cheerful slogans
make us less scary.
Welcome, new recruit.
GHOST's main focus
is human-Autobot relations,
creating a safer planet
for all,
and finding ways
that Cybertronians
can help Earth's communities.
Laugh, then cool pose.
Oh.
[laughs]
Enjoy this informative film.
[bright music plays]
[birds chirping]
- I can't believe you're making
me be Schloder's errand boy.
- Whatever it takes
to keep this creep
away from Dot and the kids.
- Oh, powdered sugar
is not happening.
Picked up intel and snacks.
Multitasking at its best.
[car honks]
- Oh, sorry.
Just a short in the wiring.
- Ah.
Not a problem.
I'll just give it
the old Poughkeepsie tickle.
[grunts, groans]
- [chuckles]
Tickle that.
[computers whirring]
- Whoa.
- What is this place?
- My new favorite hang!
[gasps]
Ah--ooh.
[device beeping]
[whimpers]
[computer beeping]
- Whoa!
Bot sized,
GHOST logos everywhere?
I think we're in their HQ.
- Robby,
Mr. Optimus said stay put.
- This is why
I hang out with Twitch.
- Aww.
Did I miss Bring Your Kid
To Work Day again?
- Whoa!
- Thrash.
- Huh.
- Sorry.
- Never seen those bots before.
- Hey, hey, down there.
Show us your badges.
- Call back-up.
- Run!
- Get me Agent Schloder.
We have eyes on
the rogue Decepticon,
and now there's two of them.
- Close the door,
close the door, close the door!
- [grunts]
- [sighs]
That was close.
- Okay, who's making
the ground move?
- Welcome back, Megatron.
Training level
set to Unicron .
- Help.
Help me.
I need help!
- I'm not so sure he's the one
that's in trouble.
[devices whirring]
[mellow music]
[phone rings]
- Oh, pull over here.
[tires screech]
both: Ugh!
- Easy on the brakes--Alex!
[laughs]
That's me.
- Classified call, civilian.
Out.
This is Schloder.
Report.
- Sir, we have two Cons
in custody at HQ.
One matches the description
of the perpetrator--
small stature,
Cybertronian drone alt mode.
- Hold them there.
I'll be--
[screaming]
Ugh!
Charles Dickens,
this car has issues.
Yeah, all right.
I'm on my way.
[beeping]
You're off the hook.
I need a more dependable ride.
My quarry awaits.
[synth music]
[tires screech]
Drive like it's the
salmon shortage of .
[tires screech]
- Help.
Help me.
I need help!
- It's not working.
Do buttons take days off?
- Help.
Help me.
I need help.
- And then will you let us out?
[whirring]
Whoa. Oh.
- Take cover!
- Oh.
- No reception.
I told you we should have
stayed in the trailer.
- And get caught
by GHOST out there?
Look around.
We have to protect
ourselves, Mo.
There's no promises for safety,
no guaranteed happy ending.
Grow up!
- I hate it when they're mad
at each other.
- We can use this to fight.
♪ ♪
[g*ns f*ring]
- [shouts]
Oh, yeah!
Feel the steel
of my third wheel!
- I don't want to be mad
at you, Robby.
- [shouts]
[both sigh]
- Aww, I liked you guys angry.
- Then you'll love us
as a team.
Truce?
[victorious music]
- Highlight of orientation,
right?
- Cheesy footage of Autobots
helping humans build a bridge?
Hmm.
Not very subtle.
And what exactly does GHOST
do with the Decepticons
you catch?
- That's classified.
I'm sorry.
- So am I.
Bots and humans
working together is wonderful,
but why the secrecy
and the hard sell?
You sure you're on
the right team, OP?
- I wasn't always a warrior,
you know.
You humans have a saying.
When life gives you lemonade,
make lemons.
- Hmm.
- Point is, after the w*r,
GHOST was our best option--
the only humans
who gave us the space
and the resources we needed
to keep this planet safe,
for us and you.
- Huh, it's like taking a job
with people you don't trust
to protect your family.
Maybe we have more in common
than I thought.
- Then let's go downstairs
and get your kids.
- Uh-uh.
You brought them here?
♪ ♪
[both gasp]
- Uh, guys?
- Whoa!
- Gotcha!
- Thanks.
Something tells me this game
doesn't come with respawns.
- And it won't stop
until we win.
- Win how?
- Help.
Help me.
I need help.
- I think
Help Me Kid might know.
- Then let's go say hi.
[devices chirping]
- Hey, look at me.
Game on.
♪ ♪
[engine revs, tires screech]
♪ ♪
[both grunt]
- Victory complete.
Would you like to play again?
both: No!
[devices whirring]
- Yeah!
- All right, we did it!
- That's how you do it.
- Whoo!
[all cheering]
- All right!
- Freeze, Cons!
- Nice job, cadets.
Stand down.
I'll take it from here.
- But Special Agent Schloder's
orders were--
- Are to leave
Con arrests to Bots.
You've done well.
Head to the mess hall.
Tell them lemons are on me.
- Hm.
- Mm.
- Lemonade.
- Right now,
I want all the hugs.
You can give me
the full story at home.
- Sorry, Bee.
I was in orientation.
It seems I missed
your calls.
- Optimus, it sounds like
GHOST has Twitch.
They think she's a Decepticon.
Schloder will be at HQ
any second.
♪ ♪
- Oh.
Just like my sixth birthday.
- Secret exit.
I'm trusting you with
something not on the tour.
- Are we still inside GHOST?
- We make compromises
to protect those we care about.
I am not proud of this,
but I know no better option
to keep your planet safe.
I promise you
I will never stop seeking one.
[owl hoots]
[tapping on window]
- Huh?
Who is…?
[mellow music]
- Hey, Mo,
want to go monster hunting?
- I can tell
something's bothering you.
- [sighs]
It's bad dreams.
Why I can't sleep.
I didn't tell you 'cause
I shouldn't be scared.
- Who says?
- I'm the big brother.
It's my job to be brave
for you,
like when I used to catch
monsters under your bed.
- I stopped being scared
of monsters when I was three.
But I never told you 'cause
it was our special thing.
You don't have
to be brave alone.
You have me,
and we have Mom and Dad,
and all of us have the Terrans.
- What if we lose them?
- That's the scary part
of love.
But it's still worth it, right?
♪ ♪
Want to take Twitch and Thrash
monster hunting?
- With all of us together,
those monsters
don't stand a chance.
♪ ♪
01x05 - Classified
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Fifteen years after the space bridge to Cybertron is destroyed, ending the civil w*r between the Autobots and the Decepticons, the Malto family relocates from Philadelphia to the small town of Witwicky, Pennsylvania.
Fifteen years after the space bridge to Cybertron is destroyed, ending the civil w*r between the Autobots and the Decepticons, the Malto family relocates from Philadelphia to the small town of Witwicky, Pennsylvania.