All language subtitles for Transformers Robots in Disguise s01e09 Rumble in the Jungle.eng

STRONGARM:
Personal journal:

I have driven
2000 miles from the Scrapyard,

and my pistons
are positively tingling.

Successfully completing
this mission

might mean a promotion.

Sergeant Strongarm.

Lieutenant Strongarm.

President Strongarm.

Cadet Strongarm, come in.
Status report, please.

Hasn't changed since you
asked me 12 minutes ago, Fixit.

Is it really necessary to--
Yes.

When Bumblebee agreed,
after weeks of begging

and pleading on your part,
to let you go on

your first solo outing,
you promised to check in

every ten minutes.

It's a simple recon mission.

You are investigating
a Decepticon signal.

( mysterious theme playing )

"Possible signal," Fixit.

If it is real,
I'll call for backup,

like I promised
37 times before I left.

Maybe I spoke too soon.

I'll call you in ten,
Fixit. Out.

( ominous theme playing )

( gasps )

You!

( roars )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Uh, look, this-- Heh.

This isn't how it looks,
Strongarm.

I just forgot to give you
something before you left.

It's my good luck rock.

Took it on my very first
mission. Must've dropped it.

Right? Heh. Here.

Lieutenant, this is supposed to
be my first solo mission.

Isn't that correct?

Technically, yes.

But you're on a strange planet,
in unfamiliar terrain.

I just wanted to make sure
nothing bad happened.

The only bad thing happening is
you are clearly demonstrating

that you do not trust
my abilities.

Or my training.

Okay.
Look, this is your mission.

I'll leave you to it.

Thank you, sir.

It was Denny's idea to
turbo-charge our spark plugs.

You shouldn't
be helping Denny Clay

with technology he doesn't--
( clattering )

( both grunting )

And what have we here?

Coming through.

( chuckles )

Denny Clay,
I sincerely appreciate

your efforts to improve upon
our limited resources,

but Cybertronian technology
is simply too advanced

for the human brain.

Yeah, only big brains
like ours understand

complicated stuff.

Like this.

Uh, Grimlock, that's a kazoo.

( kazoo buzzes )
Aah!

Agreed, I'm no expert
in Cybertronian science,

but I'm a pretty handy guy.

And I can be of a lot more help
to you than just providing room,

board and a cover story.

Well, if you really want
to help, Denny Clay,

please fix the freaky dip--
Sneaky clip--

Leaky drip
in your lavatory.

It is frying
my delicate auditory circuits.

( grumbles )

Personal journal:

Standing up to a superior
officer was difficult,

but I give myself high marks for
respect and professional--

( signal beeping )

I am closing in on the signal.
Any moment now I should--

Argh! Not again.

( siren wailing )

BUMBLEBEE:
Heh. Is there a problem, officer?

Sir, I thought we agreed

that you had no business
being on my tailpipe.

Watching out for you
is my business, actually.

If it wasn't for me,

you wouldn't be on Earth
in the first place. I--

I feel responsible for you.
Lieutenant.

I know you don't like it,
but I'm coming along.

Strictly as an observer.

You won't even know
I'm there. Deal?

Do I have a choice?

( TV playing indistinctly )

Uh, what?

I believe we had a discussion

about you and Cybertronian
technology.

It wasn't a discussion.

It was your opinion,
which I strongly disagree with.

FIXIT:
I am well-versed in human emotion,

based upon my viewing
of a certain doctor

on your televisions.
He would say

you have an unhealthy need
to prove yourself.

He would also say that
you should tune in

every afternoon at 3.

I have a need, all right.
To get things done.

You've been working
with this gizmo,

not to mention
the weapon Strongarm found,

for weeks,
and made zero progress.

Well, I am in the
"analyze-the-problem" phase.

Pellechrome was not built
in a millennium, you know.

Uh-huh. I'm no TV doctor,

but I think it's you who's
insecure about his abilities.

And fear competition.

So how about
you tune in at 3?

Give me that-- That-- That--

Hold it, son.
Looks like there's corrosion.

A little scraping might do...

Fire in the hole!

I cleared
the power emission line.

You're welcome.

( growls )

SPRINGLOAD:
You see? The ancients have judged me worthy

and bestowed
upon me their scroll.

Now, please tell me,
is Doradus near?

( gasps )
It's a statue.

What do these markings mean?

Please, share your secret.

Can't speak? Or won't?

Maybe this will
loosen your tongue.

( rock crashes )
SPRINGLOAD: Deceiver.

You saw what I did
to your friend.

Now tell me:

Where lies
the Lost City of Doradus?

Thieves.

You think you can follow me
to the treasure?

And then what, wrest it away?

Never!

( dramatic theme playing )

Who is that?

A relic hunter, apparently.

BOTH:
Whoa!

BOTH:
Whoa!

Scrap. Looks like we're taking
the long way around.

Fixit, our Con looks like
an Earth frog.

anything in the Alchemor's
prisoner manifest

fit that bill?

FIXIT:
The description matches that of an escaped amphiboid,

Springload.

Human word for his mental state
would be "bonkers."

STRONGARM:
Sounds about right.

He was babbling to a statue,
wanting directions to the--

FIXIT:
The Lost City of Doradus.

Springload is obsessed.

A fabled Cybertronian land

and home to
the Fountain of Energon,

granting eternal power and
energy to whomever finds it.

Myth or not, Springload
believes Doradus exists.

And no doubt thinks
he's on Cybertron.

Do not take Springload
lightly.

Many museum personnel,
historians and law enforcement

have and paid the mice--
Lice. Price!

I'm dispatching the rest
of the team to assist you.

Copy that.
We'll keep tabs on Springload

until the others arrive.

That was my call to make.

Ah. You're right.
Force of habit.

But you would've
said the same thing.

No, I would not have.
Our team is 2000 miles away.

I have an opportunity to make
the capture right now.

Now that we know we're facing
an unstable Decepticon,

we need to go back
to standard procedure.

The solo part of your mission
is over.

Fixit, good news.
Springload fell into my lap.

I've made the arrest.
No need to send back-up.

FIXIT:
All this happened since we spoke 60 seconds ago?

Yes. Remember, we're in
a different time zone.

Oh. Well, good.
Uh, congratulations

and see all three of you
when you get back.

Thinks he can
hide it from me?

Ha! I can find anything
in this yard.

Dad, why would Fixit hide the
Decepticon Hunter from you?

Because he's jealous.

He saw how I fixed the blaster
and he's worried

I'll work my magic on
the Decepticon Hunter too.

Search all you want,
Denny Clay.

It's sewing well hidden.
D'oh!

Ha!

Ooh. Ha!

That's very dangerous.
Let go.

Give it here.
Unh! Admit it,

I'm better with tech
than you.

I have a very
organized approach.

You? Organized? Ha!

Have you ever
looked at this place?

( grunts )

In fact, as a favor to you,

I will reorganize the Scrapyard

according to Cybertronian
principles of design.

( grunts )

Stop!

You're mixing the antiques
with the collectibles!

Should we go break it up?

Uh, should we
sit and watch?

( crash )

( sighs )

( ominous theme playing )

Tracks and freshly disturbed
vegetation leading to the door.

Our best plan is wait for
Springload to come out,

then tail him.
I disagree.

And so does the manual.
Regulation R65 states:

"When performing
a surveillance operation,

every effort should be made to
keep the perpetrator in sight."

There could be another way out
of there, for all we know.

If we're simply watching
the Decepticon,

there's no reason this can't
still be my mission, sir.

Lead on, Strongarm.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Dad, what are you--?

Fixit wants to improve
my salvage yard?

Fine! I'll improve
his command center.

( sighs )

Wait. This is where
I had my workout area.

Where's all my gear?

Moved it.
Where?

Don't remember.

I can't find
my armor polish.

Denny said he moved it
"under the alien thingie,"

but to him,
that could mean anything.

This is officially
out of control.

Both of you,
stop what you're doing

and get over here, now!

You are both
important members of--

( feedback whines )

Of this team. And if we need
something and can't find it

because you moved it,

that could jeopardize
the whole mission.

So stop worrying about your turf
and work together.

Share your expertise.

You moved my snowsleds
next to the microwaves?

What kind of system
is that?

Alphabetical.

Cybertronian alphabet.

These are all going back
where they belong.

Heh. Trust me, whatever you've
done in the command center

is about to be undone.

There's either fun coming,
or a whole lot of damage.

Or both.
( sighs )

( gasps )

Maybe not.

( ominous theme playing )

These markings
do not match my scroll.

Or do they?

Is Doradus near?

Speak!

You can tell me.

I have been deemed worthy.

Strongarm, don't!

Decepticon, you are
under arrest for--

( screams )

Try to keep me from my treasure
and you'll get burned.

And worse!

( grunts )

You okay?
Acid, coating his armor.

Built-in defense mechanism.

( dramatic theme playing )

Looks like the temple has
some defenses of its own.

In my search for Doradus,
I've escaped far worse.

But you unworthies will not.

( cackles )

( both grunting )

( ominous theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

What are you doing?

Springload escaped through a
hole in the wall. So can we.

You could bring
the whole place down.

It's coming down anyway.
Fair point.

( dramatic theme playing )

Because you attempted
an unauthorized capture,

we've lost the element
of surprise.

Now we have to plan for
an immediate confrontation.

We can't wait for
the rest of the team.

Actually,
they're not coming.

After you spoke to Fixit,

I commed back and told him
not to send the others.

I didn't want to give
Springload time to get away.

Your reckless behavior
was bad enough.

Then you lied to a
superior officer. To me.

Please, sir, one more chance
to complete the mission solo.

Let me take the lead,
you observe.

I'll do everything
by the book.

You're on a
very short leash.

Thank you, sir.

Now that talking appliance
won't be able

to find his radiator
without a road map.

That'll teach him!
Ha-ha-ha!

( gasps )

Fixit!
What did you do to my TV?!

It's your new
24-hour news channel.

Cybertron's Most Wanted.

All mug shots, all the time.
You're welcome.

Messing with a man's TV
is a step too far, fun-size.

When I'm done with
your command console,

you'll cry tears of oil.

( dramatic theme playing )

Let me through.
No, I forbid it.

( energy pulsating )

RUSSELL:
We were just messing around with it

and it started to make noise.
( energy pulsating )

Might be a
frequency anomaly.

Or a systems overload.

Could result in
a catastrophic explosion.

It needs to be disarmed.

To access the Decepticon
Hunter's motherboard,

the outer casing
needs to be removed.

The Decepticon Hunter must be
kept completely immobile.

I cannot do it myself.

Doradus!
Why do you torture me?

STRONGARM:
Sorry, Doradus isn't here right now.

Can we take a message?

It's not possible.

You were buried alive.

Unless...

You're ghosts. Yes!

Unworthy spirits,
still seeking to foil me.

( cackles)

Never!

( croaks )

Let's do this.

( dramatic theme playing )

( Bumblebee screams )

STRONGARM:
Lieutenant!

Pathetic spirits.
Ha-ha-ha!

Sir, would you relinquish
your role as observer

and officially assist?

I'd be honored, cadet.

( suspenseful theme playing )

DENNY:
There's something lodged in there.

( tense theme playing )

What is it?

( all laughing )

What kind of
crazy stunt--?

Heh-heh.
The kind that worked.

Ha-ha! Yeah, it made
you two stop arguing

and start working together.

Fixit, shouldn't that cable
be...?

Attached to that terminal?

Yes. Hold it very still.

Now, try thinking
of a weapon.

Okay. Um, how about a flail?

Yes!
Dude.

Ha! You did it!

We did it.

Perhaps we should
work together more often.

Agreed. In fact,
first thing we should do is--

Duplicate
the Decepticon Hunter

so everyone on the team
may have one.

Well, I was gonna say,

"Put the salvage yard
back the way it was."

But I like your idea too.

( panting )

Please!

Guardians of Doradus!

My whole life...

It must be near.
Where is it?

I will destroy you all!

Oh, where is it?

Those stone containers

look just about
Springload's size...

Sounds like a plan to me.

What must I do?

What? What?!

STRONGARM ( in ghostly voice ):
Unworthy.

Wha--? Who said that?

STRONGARM:
The spirits of Doradus have decreed.

You do not deserve the treasure.

You are unworthy!

No!

I've worked hard.
Tirelessly.

BUMBLEBEE:
And you're long overdue for a rest.

SPRINGLOAD:
No! Let me out! Let me out!

I am worthy!

( grunting )

Nice collar, cadet.

( in normal voice ):
Some solo mission.

You led the pursuit,
dealt with every obstacle,

and used the perp's own fears
against him.

But most importantly,

you made one decision that
really showed me something.

The ghost voice, right?

Putting aside pride
to ask for help.

That's no rookie move.

Maybe I won't stay
a cadet for long, huh?

( in ghostly voice ):
Not if you continue

to prove yourself worthy!

Unh!
Whoa! Whoa!

( dramatic theme playing )

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