01x04 - Home Is Where the Spark Is

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Tally-ho!

Stand and deliver, old sport.

Forsooth! The Angry Archer is victorious!

Huh?

Victory is mine! Yon police would
ne'er stop a fire truck

from speeding to an emergency!

Only one problem with that theory.

You're the emergency.

Unhand me, metallic ruffian.

Tally-ho and fare thee well!

Oh vexing fate, thou art harsh mistress!

I was to be rich!
I was to be famous!

Looks like you'll just have to
settle for "famous".

Fascinating.

Hey everybody, over here!
It's one of the Autobots.

Which one? I wanna see!
- Oh, cool, let me see!

Hey, where'd he go?

Our new home
is coming together nicely.

If I had my way we'd never leave.

It's not safe out there.
They're always watching, waiting.

The Decepticons?

No, those annoying camera bots.

What? No way. Being a star rocks!

If the titanium alloy plating fits, wear it.
And I make it look good.

You guys got it easy.
All people want me to do is break stuff.

I got a sensitive side too, you know.

Breaking stuff is kinda fun.

Either way, there's a lot
to learn about this planet.

So we'll just have to roll with it.

I guess Prowl didn't get the memo
about "rolling with it".

Prowl, got a nano click?

Everything OK?
I mean, you wanna talk?

No.
- Ah.

You know, you can have another room.
One with a roof.

I like this room.

All this organic life, this nature,
it refuses to be contained.

Such a force of will.
But everyone here is blind to it.

They all rush to see everything,
but never sit still long enough

to experience what is around them.

Just this morning, I observed
one organic creature

stalk another with
such grace, such... stillness.

Anybody else smell
fried circuitry around here?

Heh, get it? Fried circuitry?

As in yours!

He-hello? Any bot home?

What? What'd I say?

Dad? Dad? You in there?

Access denied.
- Duh. Dad?

What's that?

Whoa, check that out.

Access denied.
Access... access granted.

No, no, Sari, you know
no one including you

is allowed in my private lab.
Rules are rules.

Good morning to you too, Dad.
I brought you a cup of tea.

Oh thank you, thank you,
but I am not thirsty.

Hmm... when was the last time you ate?

What is today?
- Let's get you some breakfast.

Oh, but Sari, I am not hungry.

Well, perhaps just an apple,
or a banana.

Better make that a whole fruit salad.

And waffles, with bacon and...
a cheese omelette.

Autobot... mega... mega... mega...
mega... me-e-e-ga.

I am Megatron.
Me-ga.

What? Where am I?
Where is my body?

How long have I been offline?

What kind of antiquated system
am I hooked into?

I defeated Megatron! I planted the device
that overloaded his circuitry!

His fate was sealed
before he even reached your ship!

Starscream!

They don't even know I'm alive.

This cannot be happening.

the AllSpark finally within my reach,
and I have no hands to grasp it!

Mmm... perhaps I'm not
as immobile as I thought.

There may be more than one way
to locate the AllSpark

and destroy all who dare oppose me!

The quadratic formula
can best be expressed

in terms of: "x" equals negative "b",
plus or minus

the square root of "b" square,
minus " ac" over " a"

Bumblebee... cool! It's me, Sari.

Sari? How did you get
on my comlink frequency?

With my key. It's wicked cool.

Um, gotta go. See you tonight.

Sari, please give me that key.

For weeks I could not get
these pocket bots to work, and now...

Hm, I must've fixed them
in my sleep, or...

Um, hi, dad.

Sari, have you tinkered with anything in my lab,
by any chance?

I never tinker with your stuff.
- Class dismissed for the week...

Um, besides, I've been
too busy helping the Autobots

settle into their secret lair.
I was just going over there now.

And where is this secret lair?
- If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret.

Class dismissed for- for- for- forever.
- Uh... gotta go.

I could've sworn there was
one more of these pocket bots.

Now where could it have gone to?

C-C-Class di-di-di-di-dismissed.

Autobots, here I come.

As the caterpillar hangs
very still in chrysalis,

inside the cocoon,
a marvelous transformation occurs.

Fascinating.

Mind if we watch something
that won't bore us into stasis lock?

Don't be such a stiff, Prowl.

Oh wait, I forgot.
You're all about stillness.

You should try it sometime.

Whoa, looks like somebody
forgot to defrag his hard drive.

Don't get your circuits in a bunch, Prowl.
It's just a slammer party.

That's "slumber" party.
Also known as the "sleepover".

It's where a bunch of friends get together
and hang out all night.

So where do we hang... this out?

You don't "hang it out",
you sleep in it.

Only the first rule of a
sleepover is: no one sleeps.

This Earth stuff is hard.

You Autobot fools are the
keepers of the AllSpark?

This must be some cosmic joke.
Search mode.

Bulkhead, that's my sleeping bag.
This is yours.

The AllSpark must be there somewhere...

OK, left hand on purple.

So, this is some kind of
training exercise to boost dexterity?

It's a game. For fun.
Right foot on green.

Hey Prowl. You're all into that
balance and agility garbage.

You want in on this action?

Hey come back! You won!

What's the matter?
We're not still enough for you?

Fine, have a great time in there
watching the grass grow!

The search is futile.
No sign of the AllSpark anywhere.

Better to destroy you Autobots
and download its location

from your lifeless shells.

And the old man suddenly vanished,
with a cackle of evil laughter.

And the point of this story is...?

You're always supposed to tell
scary stories at a slumber party.

Well... I'm not feeling scared.
- Wait for it...

With the old man gone, the three children
were now all alone in the spooky house.

There was a horrible scraping noise.

You guys hear that?

And behind the kids, the old man's ghost
sneaked up and..

Too sweet! You should've
heard yourself scream, Bumblebee.

You big, scaredy bot!

Laugh now, child.
I will show you true fear.

Sari, how're you doing that?
- It's my key.

It doesn't just fix Autobots, I can do
all kinds of other stuff with it too.

Uh... that wasn't me.

Take cover!

What's happening?

OK, this is definitely not me.

This party is getting out of-

Ratchet! You alright?
- Forget about me!

Somebody's got to shut down
that assembly line!

This looks like a job
for wheels on heels!

Hot! Hot! Hot!

Who needs sensitive?
Smashing stuff is fun!

Thick booted moron.
Let me crush that smile of your face.

That can't be good.

Hang on, Bulkhead!

Oh, nuts and bolts!

Everyone! Stand. Still.

Forget stillness! We need action!

It's all connected to motion sensors! Stand still.

About time you use that thing
for something useful.

Zoom in on quadron .

Let's finish this.

If I can make it to the control panel,
I can shut this all down.

Stillness... and strike.

Stillness... strike.

The motion sensors may be blind
to you, Autobot. But I am not.

It's up to you now, Bumblebee.
Remember, stillness.

From Bumblebee? We're dead!

Go for the control panel.

Stillness... and strike
just like the Earth creature.

In case you haven't noticed,
I'm not the one who spends all my time

staring at Earth creatures!
- Just listen to me!

And focus... wait for the right time!

Ready?

Go!

Stop.

Go!

Antiquated machines, destroy him!

Hurry, little buddy.

Hurrying is what I'm good at.

From one machine to another,
eat crankcase oil!

Your victory shall be fleeting.

The fuel tanks!
They're gonna blow!

So if my key didn't do this,
then what did?

Whatever it was, it was
smart enough to merge

the security motion sensors
with the assembly line.

I think this might be the culprit.

A robotic design merging
organic and mechanical. Fascinating.

Catch it! We need to examine it.

Got it!

Huh? Right... examine it.

I had them. They should've been destroyed!

I cannot remain in this
unacceptable operational status.

I need a body! Perhaps it is time
I reveal a little more

of my Cybertronian technology,
to Professor Sumdac.

Be still. Focus.
Relax.

I am all about stillness.

Right servo on orange.