02x01 - Autobot Spike

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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 ♪

Deep within the the
extinct volcano,

that is the Autobot headquarters,

a strange experiment is
taking place.

But this experiment is not the
brainchild of Autobot scientist Wheeljack,

but of their human friend, Sparkplug.

We are ready for your
demonstration, Sparkplug.

(Sparkplug)
Right, Opimus Prime.

Well, I just wanted to see what I could
do a big pile of spare Autobot parts,

and a whole lot of human ingenuity.

So I built this big guy.

Autobot X.

(Spike)
Wow! It's like somekind of,

robot Frankenstein monster.

-Franken-what, Spike?

-Aw, it'd take too long to
explain, Bumblebee.

-Now, let's see if my little invention works!

-Another Autobot? Even if it
works, who needs it?

-Hey, look, dad it!

(Spike)
Auotbot X is alive!

-Y'see Wheeljack? You're not the
only mad scientist around here.

-Hmm. Maybe I can do something to
improve on your model, Sparkplug.

(Autobot X groans)

-You'd better do it fast,
Wheeljack, look!

(groaning)

(Sparkplug)
Hey! It's not supposed to do that!

Not working. I can't control it!

-We'll have to stop him!

-Gotcha, boss! We'll teach that
walking junk pile some manners!

Thanks for the force field,
Trailebreaker. Now its our turn!

(Prowl)
I'll hit him with these acid pellets,

until he drops!

-You might not have to
wait that long, Prowl, buddy.

-Wow, dad. You kinda create a
metal Frankenstein's monster.

-Prime, I guess Autobot X
better be put in storage,

at least until I get him perfected.

-Ratchet and I'll help.

Ya know, I'd like to find a way to transfer
mental impulses into Autobot X,

then, if an Autobot is damaged, his mind
could still function in Autobot X,

while his body was being repaired.

-Talk about spare parts!

-Your idea may have merrit, Wheeljack.

(Optimus Prime)
There's only one reason Teletraan I,

sounds that alarm.

The presence of Decepticons
in the vecinity of...

The new Air Force rocket base.

Autobots, transform and roll out!

Ironhide.

Ratchet.

Prowl.

Windcharger.

Brawn.

-And we'll be able to see
things no one has ever...

Huh? What's that?

Decepticons!

We can't let those evil robots
sabotage this lodge!

-It takes much energy to launch
these rockets, general.

That energy now belongs to us!

Now, before any other such petty
annoyances present themselves...

(Optimus Prime)
Do you consider us petty, Megatron?

-Autobots, transform!

-You know what to do. Leave
nothing for repairs!

-Come on, guys! Let's zap into scrap!

(Starscream)
Too bad you don't move as fast as you talk,

Ironhide.

-Took me... by surprise.

(Brawn)
So, you Decepti-creeps like to fly, huh?

Well, take off!

-The rockets! No...

-You sure we did the right thing in
coming here, Bumblebee?

-No, but we could hardly stay behind either.

-Energy supply inadvertently destroyed.

-There is nothing left to take!

(Megatron)
Return to Decepticon headquarters!

And, to ensure that the Autobots
will not try to stop us,

A diversion!

-Bumblebee! Spike!

Autobots, cease fire!

-Hang in there, Spike! I'll
getcha outta there!

-Yes, attend to your diminutive
friends while we depart.

-With a little time, Bumblebee, I
should be able to fix you up.

-But Spike will require immediate
medical attention, if he is to survive.

-I'll get him to the hospital fast!

-I'll provide an escort to
get him there faster!

-Hmm. If only there were a way
of separating Spike's mind,

from his body, while we work.

-Doctor, maybe there is a way.

It's a one in a billion chance, but if it'll
save my boy, we gotta take it!

Can't you work any faster, Ratchet?

-I hope your theory works, Wheeljack.

-It should. With my cybernetic attachments,

I'll transfer the mind of your son
into the robot form of Autobot X.

The human physicians will have time to
perform the operation on Spike's real body.

-Okay, Wheeljack. Do it!

-Spike, my son!

(Sparkplug)
Spike! Do you know me?

It's your dad!

-Dad!? I'm Spike?

Spike? Me?

No... no! No!

-Spike, son. What have we done to you?

Why? Why did you do this to me? Why, why!?

-He's out of control again!

-Come on.

-Sideswipe! Sunstreaker!

-He must be stopped, but
use loe power.

If the body is destroyed,
Spike might be lost forever.

-Spike! Are you...

-Dad? What's... wh-what's happening to me?

-Forgive us, son, but we did the only
thing we could do to save you.

You'll only be in that robot body until
the doctors as the hospital,

fix up your real one.

-Yeah. Guess you did what you could,
but... it's hard to... think.

Like something's telling me
to... do... bad things!

-Must be a side-effect of
the mind transfer.

-Sorry about the outburst, dad.

-Spike, Sparkplug...

Some of the other Autobots and I are
needed back at the rocket base.

Got to help repair the damage done
during our battle with the Decepticons.

Meanwhile, Spike, every comfort will
be provided to you here.

(Spike)
That's good.

(Megatron)
So, the human called Spike,

now posesses an Autobot body. And the
state of his mind is questionable.

Interesting. Perhaps I can turn this
situation to my advantage,

and use this "Autobot Spike" to
destroy the other Auotbots.

-You've made such boasts
before, Megatron,

but the Autobots still exist.

-Becareful what you say,
ambitious one,

or I'll turn Autobot Spike's
power against you!

(Megatron laughs)

What supreme irony! Turning
their friend into their foe.

Aw, Ratchet, how much longer?

-Don't blow another gasket,
Bumblebee, I'm almost done!

Still have to fix your radio transmitter.

-Enjoying the movie, Spike?

-Uh, yeah, Wheeljack. Thanks for patching
Teletraan I into that TV station.

(Move character)
I beg of you Dr. Frankenstein,

Do not go through with
this unholy experiment.

This creation of yours, made from
mismatching parts, and an evil brain,

is a monster who will
destroy us all!

-Nonsense! He will be grateful for the
giant, powerful, body I've given him.

(Monster graoning)

(Movie character)
You see, doctor? You created a monster!

A monster!

-No!

(Yells)

A monster! That's what you turned me into!

A robot monster!

-Just like I thought! Spike's mind is...

-No! Don't say it!

-Sorry. I'll have to finish
the job later, Bumblebee.

-No! You'll never take me!

-Where will he go? What will he do?

-In his present mental state, who knows!

-Then maybe somebody better find out!

-Bumblebee, wait! I still have to
repair your radio transmitter!

-Reflector to Megatron.

I have him in my sights and will
maintain watch until your arrival.

-What a drag. Trapped inside this
walking garbage can.

Should I use my new size, my power, to
help the world like Optimus Prime does?

No!

Why should I? I'm not like Prime!

I'm a monster!

(growling)

Metal Frankenstein monster!

With enough power to
conquer mankind!

-Spike, wait! It's me, your pal, Bumblebee!

-Bumblebee?

-Listen, there was a side effect
to the experiment.

That's making it hard for
you to think right!

-No. You're trying to trick me!

-Hey. What's that?

As if I had to ask.

-You did well, Reflector!

Don't I always?

-Huh?

Good. Let 'em come! More enemies!

Yeah, man! I'm gettin' to like this
powerful robot body of mine!

(Starscream)
He wants a battle? Let's give him one!

But, if you really wanna hassle...

(Megatron)
Wait! There is no need for further conflict.

-Megatron!

-I must say you've improved your
appearance since our last encounter, Spike.

-Easy for you to say, Mega-crumb! Way I
see it, I've become a monster! Like You!

-Monster? I am no monster.

(Megatron)
We Deceptcons are but sentient machines,

who've discovered our destiny
in this vast universe.

Will you join us Decepticons, and
be second only to me?

(Megatron)
Together we will punish those,

who did this to you.

-I... I don't know! It's getting
harder and harder to think!

-Then let Megatron think
for you, Autobot Spike.

Will you join us?

-Right, Megatron.

We'll make 'em all pay for
what they did to me!

Pay real bad!

-, , ,, ...

Ignition!

(Cheering)

Look at 'em go!

Aren't they a gorgeous sight?

-Impressive. For primitive
rocket technology.

-What's that?

-You there! Halt or we'll...
-Halt!

-Optimus!

Megatron is telling lies to Spike! And
Spike's startin' to believe him.

-I feared something like
this would happen.

Bumblebee, lead the way!

-I just knew you guys'd get
here sooner or later.

-Spike, we've come to help you!

Soon your real body will be repaired and
we can return your mind where it belongs.

-Belongs? Belongs!?

It belongs here, in this mismatched
Frankenstein body you guys gave me.

Well I'm beginning to like it in here.

(laughing)

Man, I got powers I haven't
even discovered yet!

-Listen to me, Spike!

This is not really your doing!

It's the unfortunate side-effect
of the mind transfer!

-You're partly right, Optimus.

It's not just me that's doing
this. I've got backup!

Met my pal, Magatron!

-Let's take 'im!

Wait! What about them?

(Starscream)
Attack! Take no prisoners!

-You said it, Starscream. No prisoners!

-Blast 'em 'til they're nothin' but debris!

-That's right, Auto-Spike! Keep firing!

-Listen to me, Spike! You are not acting
according to your own mind and will!

-He's tellin' you the truth, Spike! The
experiment did somethin' to your mind!

-It's so hard to think!

-Don't let them confuse you, Spike.

Destroy them!

-Spike! Spike! What are you doing?

Spike!

-Shouldn't ya fight back, Optimus?

No. If I destroy his metal body
I also destroy his mind.

-Why are you attacking your friends?

Spike!

-Dad? Dad!

-As I said, I got powers I haven't
even discovered yet.

-What are you waiting for, Autobot Spike?

You my power to destroy them!

Yes. Yes! Now's my chance
to destroy them!

-You fool! You've turned my power
against my own warriors!

-We have been betrayed! Retreat!

-You... You saved my life, son.

Thanks!

-Dad. It was me who put you in
danger in the first place.

Can you ever forgive me?

-Spike. There's nothin' to forgive.

-We've given him the best possible
treatment Mr. Witwicky.

The rest is up to you and the Autobots.

-Guess this is the last time I'll get to
see myself from the outside.

-Hope you fixed this gadget good, Ratchet.

-Ok, Wheeljack. Zap me back home!

-It's overloading! It can't take much more!

-Oh, wow! I'm... I'm back!

Back where I belong!

-Ya know, Wheeljack, I could
probably repair that mess.

But I think it best that I don't.

-Hmm. I wonder...

I wonder what it'd be like for a robot
mind to be transferred to... a human.