( beeping )
( dramatic theme playing )
Whoa. Careful. Coming through.
Is that a roller coaster?
Your dad bought it. He said it was a...steal.
He claimed steal was just an expression, but I'm concerned.
How was your game? Did you, uh...
pass any good fumbles?
Grimlock, you have a lot to learn about football.
I've been waiting for you to teach me. Is there any punching?
No punching. Okay, Strongarm and Sideswipe are on defense.
Grim and I will be on offense.
The offense tries to move the ball this way, see?
And the defense tries to stop them.
Grim, you pass the ball over the defense to me.
Okay? Ready? Hike!
( screams )
( alarm ringing )
Perfect pass, Grim...
if you were trying to set off our security system.
CLAMPDOWN: We should grab him. That's what ink.
No, brother Clampdown.
Not with the Autobots so close by.
Yeah, you little crab-rat.
( crash ) Just clamp your mouth shut!
Hey!
STEELJAW: This has been very illuminating,
but there's one more thing I need to--
Ahh.
I'm sensing a little hostility here, you know? Heh, heh.
I only hopped over here to see if I could join your team.
( mumbling )
Congratulations, you're on the team.
This is your first mission.
Ain't we gonna disable his tracking signal, Steeljaw?
If we did, Kickback wouldn't make very good bait,
now would he? Heh-heh-heh.
♪ Transformers ♪
♪ Robots in disguise ♪
( roars )
♪ Robots in disguise ♪
( grunting )
Yeah. Ahh. Oh, yeah.
Working on my touchdown dance.
Did you like the move?
Like is a very strong word.
( banging )
Aw, the Autobots make it look so easy,
moving tons of metal like that.
It is easy, if you're three stories tall,
and can crush train cars in your bare hands.
We must seem like insignificant little bugs to them.
We give them a safe place to stay,
and help them stay hidden.
That's important stuff.
Still a few beams to bring in, Denny,
but we're just about done.
FIXIT: Lieutenant Bumblebee! I'm picking up a Decepticon signal!
Sensors show it's in the forested area just east of here.
( mumbling )
Bee, do you have another team we don't know about,
running around, catching Decepticons?
Fixit? Who are we looking at?
FIXIT: Kickback, Sir. He's a professional Decepticon lackey.
He's worked with almost every criminal on Cybertron, it seems.
Uh. I don't suppose you bots could use a sidekick?
No, we already have Sideswipe.
Hey!
Ah, then how about a different kind of side kick.
( grunts )
( tires screech )
Smooth move, Officer Butter-digits!
Let's hop along after him before he gets too far.
Wait. Something's wrong here.
Clearly this Decepticon was meant to distract us.
From what?
Fixit. Fixit, do you read?
Scrap! Come on.
Whoa. Great hands.
Strange. The Decepticon is traveling away at a rapid pace.
Bumblebee, status please.
The comm systems... they've been jammed.
Who could have-- Ah.
This is impolite-- Imposter-- Impossible!
The gate is open and perimeter security is down.
( electricity sizzles )
We'd better check this out.
No, don't! We may already be--
STEELJAW: Well, well.
A welcoming committee. How very kind.
( clanking )
Hey, watch it. Let go.
Fracture, perhaps one of your little friends
can relieve the Mini-Con of his duties for a while?
I beg your pardon!
Not to worry, just upgrading your security system.
With the limited materials on Earth? Heh.
Look, there is nothing you could possibly do to upgrade--
Oh, but you're wrong.
Or are you not aware of my previous crimes?
Bring up my dossier, Airazor. This should be fun.
( computer hums )
FIXIT: Oh, I'm well aware of your reputation.
Jailed for instigating rebellion.
Knowledge of subsonics, but--
Subsonics, precisely!
Your security system can easily be rewired
to emit sonic pulses that don't affect bots
outfitted with the special chips I cobbled together
for my friends and me.
But aren't nearly as kind to standard Auto and Dinobots,
as Bee and his team will soon discover.
( engines roaring )
( screech )
Sorry, Autobots, you ain't on the guest list.
You have that backward, Underbite.
Yeah? Why don't you come over here and tell
Thundercruncher and Boltsmasher all about it.
( humming ) ( cries )
STEELJAW: Do you like the tone of our new doorbell, Bumblebee?
Denny! Russell!
You guys, don't!
( cries )
Autobots, turn off your audio receptors!
( cries )
No good.
It must affect all our systems. Not just auditory.
I would have modified the defense fields' subsonics
to destroy you, but the power source was too limited.
It's okay, Bee! We're fine!
Let them go, Steeljaw.
Better yet, let's discuss my team's demands.
( gasps )
Throw us your weapons.
Bumblebee, don't!
Thunderhoof, bring them here.
Go here. Do that.
I was a boss on Cybertron!
This isn't Cybertron.
( grumbles )
Fine, just leave them here.
There is no way for you and your motley crew
to retrieve them through the sonic field.
( high-pitched tone hums )
( grunting ) I'll...find a way...Steeljaw.
( laughs )
You can try.
But I would advise you all to flee instead.
Because soon you'll be far outnumbered.
And torn into spare parts.
Far outnumbered? I'm no math genius,
but don't we have as many bodies as he does?
Not if he releases
all the Decepticons from their stasis pods.
He would no longer have a pack, but an army.
Enough force to turn Earth into a Decepticon homeland.
With Steeljaw as its leader.
Clampdown, open these Pods
and set our Decepticon brethren free.
Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait!
Uh, the pods can only be unlocked
from the command console, or-or-or--
( grunts )
Or they explode.
( sniffs )
He's lying.
I can smell it.
( gasps )
Then you'll open the pods.
Heh. Sure, I'd-I'd be happy to.
We don't have a chance.
Not with all these enormo-robo-crooks
waiting to stomp us at any moment.
I'm not so sure, Dad.
( growling )
What is the delay, Mini-Con?
Heh. I can never remember my password.
I suggest you improve your memory, Mini-Con,
or I will take your failure out on--
The humans?
( snarling ) Thunderhoof! Clampdown!
Locate the prisoners, now!
Now!
( tires screech )
Hey, what gives? We're on the same side!
Just like we were on the same side
when you ratted me out to the Autobots?
Just stay out of my way!
Let's take these two down, Dad.
If by take them down, you mean
surrender before they smoosh us, I'll consider it then.
We have the scrapyard.
And no one knows it better than we do.
It's time to switch from defense...
to offense!
( both groan )
No go. The sonic field extends
into the ground at least 50 feet.
Found that out the hard way.
So we can't go under. What now?
DRIFT: We will require a very tall ladder.
( yelling )
( both panting )
We're really doing this.
Yeah, yes, we are.
Here they come.
( both yell )
( yells )
( grunts )
( screaming )
( dramatic theme playing )
Whoa!
( grunts )
( grunting )
( yells )
( screaming )
Ha, ha! We did it! Yes!
Emergency ejection!
( grunts )
( up-tempo theme playing )
Whoa!
Dad!
Where is the smaller one?
Somebody let him slip through their claws.
Me? I'm the bot who actually caught a human!
( growls )
( yells )
STEELJAW: Mini-Con! Open the stasis pods now,
or I make a painful example of this one!
One...two...
All set. Here we go.
( siren )
( dramatic theme playing )
( beeping )
( grunts )
Bee? Bee!
Russell, are you all right? Where's Denny?
Steeljaw's pack has him. You have to help.
We can't even get close!
We tried to go under and over the sonic field,
but couldn't get low or high enough.
Steeljaw re-rigged the security console in the command center.
I-I can't get to it
with Fracture's Mini-Cons standing guard.
Based out of the command center, huh?
What else do you know about the security system?
Just that it's set to repel both Autobots and Dinobots.
But not Mini-Cons?
Steeljaw didn't say.
Strongarm, Sideswipe and Grim,
take up positions around the scrapyard perimeter,
and make as much noise as you can.
In the meantime, you and I have some constructing to do.
Are the sonics down?
( grunts )
Fan out!
Why did they stop?
A pod must achieve equilibrium
with the atmosphere before fully opening.
You don't want non-functioning Decepticons, do you?
Do you want a non-functioning human?
Accelerate the process and open the pods right now!
( squeals )
( suspenseful theme playing )
Ready?
I am ready.
Much better. Unh.
Whoa.
Just missed.
I shall bring honor to our team and our mission--
( yells )
Keep them occupied!
( yells )
( screams )
( yelling )
( grunting )
You could never beat me alone, Drift.
Then it is fortunate I am not alone.
( grunts )
Dad! Over here!
( sighs )
( grunting )
You're too late, Lieutenant.
( roars )
Close those pods!
( grunting and roaring )
I've seen Fixit do this before,
but it's Cybertronian technology.
I-I'm just a human.
Who outsmarted two giant alien robots.
Maybe it needs a more... Earthly approach.
( grunts )
( beeps )
( roars )
( sighs )
Looks like your army's deserted you, Steeljaw.
( growls )
I will give the Decepticons their own world.
This world. And I shall rule them!
Not today you won't, Steeljaw.
( grunts )
( moaning )
Go, go, go!
We should pursue them.
No. Our first priority is securing our prisoners
by re-setting the scrapyard's defenses.
Steeljaw can wait.
Russell. Denny. If it weren't for you,
we'd have had our drive modules handed to us on a plate.
Please, my son and I are just your average, everyday humans,
who transcend their physical limits,
and go to any lengths to secretly protect their planet!
( dramatic theme playing )
STEELJAW: Incompetents, get away from me!
( grunts )
Get out!
( yells )
( growls )
VOICE: Steeljaw.
Call not to your allies. I speak to you, and you alone.
Who are you?
I am the First Decepticon.
I was responsible for the Alchemor's crash,
and thus your freedom.
I freed you and your pack to serve me.
You? The pack obeys my orders!
You are to prepare my gateway.
I will provide you with instructions shortly.
I will not take orders from you.
You will obey.
Just because I'm in a different dimension
does not mean I cannot hurt you.
Play all the tricks you like. I do not scare.
And soon I will have a legion of Decepticons.
No bot will interfere with my plans to rule this planet!
I appreciate your ambition, Steeljaw. Truly I do.
Prepare my way, and I shall give you this world.
Hmm. Agreed.
For now.
( dramatic theme playing )