02x34 - Prime Target

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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 ♪

October Guard to base.

I'm recieving a sonar beacon
from beneath the ice.

Probable submarine.

Comrades! I've been struck!

Damage critical. I'm ejecting.

Dinsmoore:
She's a lovely specimen, Lord Chumley,

but, there's a frightful international
row brewing over it.

Chumley: Ahhh. These things blow over...
Remember the Boer w*r?

Dinsmoore: Painfully, sir.

Chumley: Oh, yes, well.
Everybody else has forgotten it

I'd go with one sh*t, hey what?

Just one more trophy and my
collection will be complete.

A space shuttle, sir?

No sport there.

An aircraft carrier, perhaps?

I had one in the Big w*r.

No, Dinsmoore,
I want the ultimate trophy:

The head of the Autobot Optimus Prime.

Oh dear.

Dinsmoore, may I have some tea?

Very insightful of Optimus Prime,

to send me on this supply run.

And to show humans that Autobots not
only have strength but refinement as well.

Not to mention humility.

Bumblebee, I fear some of us
have much to be humble about.

Well I suppose we'll be
mobbed by my adoring public.

Yeah, they can hardly resist you, Tracks.

Tension between the US and Soviet Union

reached its highest point today,
since the Cuban m*ssile crisis.

The Soviets accused the U.S.
of using a submarine to,

steal a top secret
Russian jet fighter.

While the US denies the charge,

both nations have placed their
armed forces on full alert.

Decepticons!

Blitzwing and Astrotrain!

So much for my new wax job!

I must need an overhaul.
I can't catch them!

A dead end!

Very dead.

Please do not force
me to resort to v*olence.

What? Holograms.

I hope that truck is a hologram.
I suspect we've been lured into a...

Get... help!

Trapped neat and clean, Lord Chumley!

Your holographic projection r*fle
is working as well as ever!

Jolly good show! Haha!

So you see, my dear,
if Donna is having an affair with Gordon,

Jack doesn't know that
Sheryl hid the real will.

News Announcer: We interrupt 'As the Kitchen
Sinks' for this special news bulletin.

Jazz, Blaster, Beachcomber and Grapple
in unison: Awwwwwwwww...

An emergency session of the
UN Security Council,

has been convened,
to discuss the increasing

tensions between the U.S.
and the Soviet Union,

over the capture of a Russian jet

Just when it was getting good!

Is that the latest news report?

You think the Decepticons
are behind this, Optimus?

I don't know why, Jazz, but I doubt it.

Stay tuned to this station for further
details as they become available.

And Track and Bumblebee
haven't reported in.

Knowing Tracks, he's hanging out
in some bodyshop or car wash.

Or upto his hubcaps in trouble!

Whatever the case,

we must find them.
Autobots, Transform!

I've seen every car wash,
showerhead and garden hose in this city,

but no signs of Tracks and Bumblebee.

Hey, where did that come from?

Hey there, don't get pushy!

Hahahah! I say. This is ripping!

Perhaps we should make a day of it, sir...

I-I'm bushed.

Dinsmoore... where is your spirit?

Our hunt has just begun!

Autobots, scour the city!

The others are here somewhere.

And be careful.

Hey, don't be greedy,
I'm not giving you one penny more than...

Hey, let go of me!

Marvelous!
Snared like a Javanese tiger!

Hey! You up there!
I'm looking for some friends of mine!

Well by jove, you shall see your
friends sooner than you think.

Hey, who designed this rat trap?

How perceptive!

Fantastic, Lord Chumley!

Your tribal instincts
theory has proven true!

Comes from years of studying the
the Kibularu tribe of Lower Sontanga.

Or was it the Sontanga tribe
in Lower Kibularu? Hm...

Prime, this is Balster blastin'
at you from billboard row.

Nothing funny going on
here, but stay tuned.

Hey!

Hands off! Don't touch that dial!

A little traveling music, Dinsmoore?

Inferno to the rescue!

Lie down, kid, until I get there!

Didn't you hear me? What the...?

Prime, this is Inferno!
I've been suckered into...

- Amazing! - Whats that, sir?

I don't believe I've ever seen a
species so unafraid of fire!

Autobots, this is Prime.

Abrupt change in plans.

Return to headquarters immediately.

Uh oh!

Drat. Dash. Double drat!

Attention, Autobots!

Repeat: Return to headquarters at once.

This is Huffer.
Message recieved. With pleasure!

No cooperation.
No cooperation at all.

Our fellow Autobots are missing,

and we don't have a clue
as to where they are.

I say we go out and - BANG -
nail some Decepticon hide!

We have no proof that the
Decepticons are behind this.

Alert. Cosmos is broadcasting on
the emergency frequency.

Optimus,
I spotteded something most disturbing!

Relaying video pickup to headquarters!

He'll be fine as long as he
keeps his motor hopping,

but Grapple's aleady beginning to fade.

What kind of monster
would build such devices,

and for what purpose?

Cosmos! Send Teletraan your exact
coordinates!

Right away, Prime!

Greetings, Optimus Prime!

Forgive the interruption but,

but you see,
your friends can't wait for your arrival.

Who are you and what do you want?

Chumley is the name,
and hunting's my game.

I'm offering you a sporting chance
to rescue your companions.

t*rture isn't sport,
but I accept your challenge.

Good show, Mr. Prime.

Directions will be forthcoming.
I can't wait to begin.

Fine, then let's begin now.

He does have a temper,
doesn't he, Dinsmoore?

Let's get in there and - WHAMM!
BANG! - kick some tail!

No, Warpath.

I'm going in there myself.

If he wants a one to one battle,
he's gonna get it!

Whoever he is,
he's brilliant for a flesh creature.

Especially since he has
done more in two days,

than you have in two years!

My patience for you wears thin, Starscream!

- Triple Changers!
- Yes, Megatron.

Awaiting your orders.

To you I entrust the ultimate mission!

You will make contact
with this fearless hunter.

With his help, we shall finish off
the Autobots once and for all!

What's the matter, Megatron?
Afraid to do it yourself?

Ah hah. Here comes the robot now.
Dressed as a semi-truck.

Chumley: How very punctual!

Autobots, this is Prime.

I've arrived in the target area.

Good day, Optimus Prime!

I trust you're feeling hale and hearty?

Why don't you come out where I can see you?

I made that mistake with a
rhino in the veldt one time.

Remember that, Dinsmoore?

Where are the Autobots?

I had them hidden somewhere in this
well researched mockup of Cybertron.

Your task is to find them before
something rather... unpleasant happens.

You better hope I find
them before I find you.

Beautiful creature, isn't it, Prime?

The object of years
of patient stalking,

to the uncharted interior of Borneo.

Bravo, bravo!
Magnificent creature, isn't it?

Oh, absolutely, sir.

Its too bad he fell into the drink.

I'm referring to Optimus Prime.

Well, enough of this sport.

I think it's high time we bagged our
game, Dinsmoore.

Release the net.

So, you think a simple net
is all you need to bag me?

You'll have to do
better than that, Lord Chumley!

You hear me, Chumley?!

No!!

Unless you can do... better than that...

You're finished, Chumley!

Smashing! Simply smashing!

I salute you, Optimus Prime!
You are a magnificent beast.

Look! Optimus Prime!

Let's stomp him!

No! We'll take him be surprise!

Clumsy fool.

Go on. Save her.

Save her!

I say, thats not quite cricket, is it, sir?

Alls fair in love and big game hunting.

Not today, Chumley. Not today.

Drat! Outsmarted by a lorry!
I am disgraced!

Why didn't Optimus Prime save her?

Unless...

- Stop your crying!
- Blitzwing, no! Its...

Astrotrain, help me!

Where did he come from?
That blasted fool!

You blasted fool!

Hang on!

Amazing.
A booby trap that actually catches boobies.

Bah! Impenetrable! Blitzwing,
how do you get into these messes?!

I have to go to the
castle to free you!

Decepticons!
Trust, them to spoil the hunt.

Yes, sir. Just like the Humane
Society, in a way.

I say, Prime.

I shall take great pride in
having you for a trophy!

Chumley, you're one
royal pain in the diode.

Well, get on with it!

En garde, Optimus Prime!

A perfect sh*t!

No! He was mine! Mine!

Greetings from the Decepticons!

We'd like to help you rid
the world of Autobots!

Certainly...

Bad show, you cursed scrapheap.

You've cheated me the savor of victory.

Maybe you could make a
nice coffee table out of him, sir.

Bah, he's worthless now.

I've diffused your energy weapons.

Foolish human. We came to help!

I would sooner have
the help of an aardvark!

You two blundering oafs robbed me
of the head of Optimus Prime!

You have not heard the end of this.

We've done nothing to you.

Release us from these bonds!

- The bargain...
- We struck no bargain!

No good changing the rules now.

You must pay the price of failure,
old sport.

I gotta send Prime a message!

Don't exhaust your energy!

What have I got to save it for?

Bumblebee, to Optimus Prime.
Come in please!

Come in, Optimus, You gotta!

- Bumblebee? - Yes, Prime!

We can't hold out much longer!

Give... give me a homing signal.

The question is how precisely
I should dispose of you.

May I suggest molten lava, sir?

What? Incredible!

He's still advancing!

Good Show! I'll still win my trophy!

Caught in my web, Optimus Prime!

You have made my life complete!

We'll see whos caught!

What a shame!

Don't you know its dangerous to
play with poison, Mrs. Black Widow?

If that was your best sh*t, Chumley,

You're in deep trouble!

It was my best sh*t.

But not my last!

This will make a frightful ruin
of your trophy, Lord Chumley.

Perhaps, but as the latest in
modern sculpture, it will be smashing.

Impossible!

Neither impossible
Nor impassable!

Chumley: I say, old chaps. If I free you,

will you fight Optimus Prime?

Astrotrain: Trust us!

Chumley: There he is, lads! Ha ha!
Give him a good thrashing!

Astrotrain: See how you like being hunted!

Chumley: But—you said—

Blitzwing: Never trust Decepticons,
flesh creature!

Look out! The Autobots are free!

And we have no weapons!

No point in chasing after them.

Here is the trophy I want.

Comrade Colonel! Comrade Colonel!

Global tensions declined
sharply today,

when sources revealed that the lost Soviet
jet was stolen by a big game hunter.

World leaders have praised
Autobot leader Optimus Prime,

from returning Earth
from the brink of w*r.