02x13 - The Insecticon Syndrome

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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 ♪

What's wrong, Bumblebee?
The road too rough for ya?

-No way! S-smooth as s-selenium s-steel.

Piece 'o, oof, cake.

When I get back I'm havin'
Ratchet convert me to wheel drive.

-There are the trees I was talking about.

Looks like they were chewed up.

-They were, and I'm not talkin' termites,

I'm talkin' big creatures.

Rrreal big.

-But that's ridiculous. What kind of
animals can devour trees this size?

-Not animals...

...Insecticons.

-Hey, what's that noise?

-Don't scram your RAM, Kickback,

it's just just Bombshell's
stomach rumbling-rumbling.

-Yeah, that's the problem with pines.

You eat a forest of 'em and
an hour later your out energy again.

Hey! Snack time anyone?

-Sure! Let's try the redwoods
for a change-change.

They look delicious-licious.

-Gigantic robot insects that eat trees?

You've gotta be kidding!

-Impossible.

I'm not seein' this.

Must be figment of my imagination.

[ electronic beeping ]

MIKE: Jeff, this is Mike. Meet me at
the redwood slope right away.

-Ok what's up?

-Some giant figments are eating the trees!

-Giant figments?

-Don't let it get to ya, Ranger.

Insecticons probably think
humans are figments too.

Let's go.

-Keep searching for our Insecticon allies.

STARSCREAM: Allies? Huh.
I don't trust them.

-Nor do I. Once they've served their
purpose I shall exterminate them.

-Autobots approaching, Megatron.

Insecticons located.

MEGATRON: Aaah.

We can observe our
six legged allies in action.

[ Mike sighs in relief ]

-Don't see anything.

I guess I was just imagining things.

[ Mike screams ]

-Jeez!

Human drivers!

[ chomping noises ]

-Now how 'bout these redwoods? Tasty huh?

Full of electrons-trons.

-Back! There are monsters in there!

-And... one of 'em's got a
grenade launcher, so scatter!

-Great sh*t, Shrapnel! Mmm.

A good meal always puts me in the mood,

for mayhem!

-This way!

-They're getting away-away!

-Faster!

-Bumblebee look out!

It's a dead end.

[ Insecticons laughing ]

-We did it!

Our enemies are falling
to their doom-doom.

[ Shrapnel laughs ]

Insecticons always triumph-triumph.

-I'm hungry.

-Insecticons have done well.

-Yes, perhaps they should lead us.

-You test my patience, Starscream.

-Why if it isn't Megatron
and his merry mechanical men.

-Why you rust encrusted cockroach. I'll...

-No, Starscream.

We have come to talk business,
not trade insults.

BUMBLEBEE: You can turn off your
hologram projector now.

-Sure glad it isn't really us down there.

-Where'd Spike and Bumblebee go?

-Insecticons, I will treat you to a feast
of energy that will gorge your circuits.

-Wh-When?

-At the Nova power plant.

And, after your meal, you will be powerful
enough to carry out a small task for me.

-What task-task?

-Who cares, if there's energy in it?

MEGATRON: You will help me siege
the defense computer at Iron Mountain.

-We better radio Prime.

OPTIMUS PRIME: Attention Autobots.

The facts are clear.

If the Insecticons make lunch
of the Nova power plant...

-They'll get strong enough to
have us for breakfast.

-Yeah, over easy and sunny side up.

-Autobots, transform.

Roll out!

-Your choice of appetizers is
impeccable, Megatron.

But Nova power plant is a fit tidbit-bit.

For a ravenous Insecticon-ticon.

-Look! Decepticons!

We're under att*ck!

MEGATRON: Starscream,
Skywarp, Thundercracker.

Dispense with those primitive devices.

Soundwave and I will
decimate Optimus Prime.

-Ok, Autobots. Let 'im have it!

-Oh boy! A robotoid turkey sh**t.

-Outta sight, Inferno. You b*rned
the little buzzard's caboose.

-The choppers are in trouble.

JAZZ: Then what are we waitin' on?

You better stop savin' us, Inferno.

We're startin' to foam at the mouth.

-Watching them fight is making me hungry.

-Then let's grab the grub.

-Oh, that divine aroma.

-The tantalizing smell of power-power.

-Let's get outta here!

-A little heavy on the neutrons.

-But the protons are making...

...making me grow, whoa.

-And we'll show Megatron...

...who's really in control-control.

-The Insecticons plot treason.

-A spy!

-Hmm. In that case let's make in our spy.

-And excellent idea.

Implant the cerebro shell.

[ Kickback laughs ]

-I am yours to command,
Insecticon master.

-Optimus! We got here as fast we could.

-Hit the dirt!

-Did you stop the Insecticons?

-No such luck.

It's up to Wheeljack and Ironhide now.

I just hope they're not too late.

-See anything, Wheeljack?

-It's what I don't see that worries me.

Uh-oh.

-Look Shrapnel. Visitors.

-Transform and destroy-destroy.

-Yow!

-Yaaahh!

-Inferno, Jazz, Beachcomber, Hound!

Come with me.

Bumblebee, Spike. Cover us.

-Gimme your hand, Wheeljack.

-Alright, buddy. We'll getcha outta here.

-Ok, guys, load 'em in.

-All set, Prime!

-Then let's go!

-The Autobots are retreating!

-I hate fighting in reverse.

-A great victory!

[ Insecticons laugh ]

STARSCREAM: Power has made
the Insecticons obnoxious.

-And invincible.

-Which will enable us to capture
the defense computer at Iron Mountain.

-And then I will hold this world
in the palm of my hand.

-Optimus. According this...

The Nova Power Core is incompatible
with their trilithium stomachs.

Say what? You mean they're gonna
get electro chemical indigestion?

-Worse. It's gonna blow them to
smitherines if we don't find an antidote.

-Command control alert!

Defense perimeter has been breached.

-Soundwave.

When you have assimilated all data
in the master defense computer,

we'll terminate our alliance
with those insufferable Insecticons.

-Optimus Prime! Help!

Iron Mountain is under att*ck.

-Insecticons are flying time bombs, Prime.

-Yes, if the explode inside Iron Mountain...

-They'll... they'll blow it
sky high.

-Give up, humans!

-Lower the shields.

Activate the master defense sequence.

-What's the matter Megatron?

Weakling humans too tough
for you-for you?

OPTIMUS PRIME: Ratchet, Wheeljack.

We're gonna need that antidote fast.

-Doin' our best, Optimus.

We don't want the Insecticons to blow up
in your faceplates any more than you do.

-That nova power core
is giving me heartburn.

That is, if I have a heart!

-If you have a brain you'll
realize we've got a battle to fight.

-Oh, no. The defense computer's
lost control of the lasers.

-Why waste our power, when we can use
the humans' power against them-them?

OPTIMUS PRIME: Now, Autobots!

Transform and att*ck!

-Insecticons!

You keep the Autobots busy while we steal
the secrets of the defense computer.

-With pleasure-pleasure.

[ Insecticons laugh ]

-Guys... you all right?

-Just great, if you don't mind two tons
of Inferno sittin' on your headplates!

-Look, you get ten tons of
boulders off my shoulder struts,

and I'll get off your noggin!

-Hold still... we'll be
out of here fast enough.

-I hope so.

-Good. Now that Soundwave's
cracked the computer code,

it's time we cracked some
Insecticon bodyshells.

-Here me, Decepticons!

Soundwave has gathered
the data he came for.

Which means the Insecticons are
no longer of any use to us.

Destroy them!

-I think your dear Decepticons would
rather follow my commands.

-He must have bugged our
forces with cerebro shells.

-Yeah, like this!

-No one gets into my cranial chamber.

-Aaah!! My cerebro shell!

My precious shell!

-And now I'm going to stomp you!

-No, Megatron. Get away from them!

[ Shrapnel laughs ]

-What a treat! Even the Autobots
fight to save us-us.

Into Iron Mountain.

We'll help ourselves,

to the data Soundwave took
from the compter-puter.

-Slaves! Blast away!

-Yes, master Insecticon.
-Yes, master Insecticon.

-Prime.

Why did you stop me from destroying
those six legged liabilities?

Your fusion cannon would have detonated,

the nova powered lunch
inside the Insecticons.

You'd have destroyed us all.

-Fools!

You flip-flopped your circuits.

-Here, Prime. The antidote.

-Well, Megatron? Are you with us or not?

-Anything to destroy those
revolting robotic roaches.

-The data transfer is nearly complete.

-And, when it is, we'll be able to,

bite into the energy reserves
of the world-world.

MEGATRON: A bold concept
Insecticlowns.

-But your game is over!

-No! He'll set off the
nova power expl*si*n.

[ pained groan ]

-My stomach.

It hurts!

-Mine too, but there's no time
for belly aching-aching.

-Optimus. seconds
and the Insecticons go off.

-Megatron. You've got to Transform.

-I'll transform you all
to molecules of melted metal.

[ Bombshell screaming ]

I'm shrinking!

-Let's get out of here with Soundwave.

-Not a chance, Kickback!

[ Kickback screams ]

-No!

Shrapnel. In seconds the nova
power core you ate is going to explode.

-Something's gonna explode...

But it's not gonna be yours truly.

Now you'll learn what happens to those
who stand in the way of Insecticons,

You first, Prime.

-Optimus, no!

-Get away, Spike! He's gonna blow!

-Spike...

-No. My memory circuits. All erased.

-I lost my hold on the Decepticons.

-The antidote worked.

I think.

-But not for Shrapnel.

I'm only sorry I didn't squash
the stupid bug myself.

-We're not that easy to squash, Megatron.

We Insecticons know how
to get it together.

-What's going on?

What happened?

-Megatron'll tell ya, Starskunk.

-After the traitors! They defied me!

Those pests must not escape!

-Gee the Insecticons gave us
a lot of trouble, didn't they?

But they seemed to bug
Megatron even more.

[ everyone laughing ]