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( suspenseful theme playing )

( squeaking )

I'll provide a distraction, you have the stasis cuffs ready.

Good to go, sir.

You guys don't have a plan for catching this 'Con yet, do you?

'Cause I... ( groans )

My bad.

Ah!

I'll try to cut him off.

( grunts, groans )

Lieutenant! Cadet down.

Strongarm! Strongarm! Are you injured?

Just...my pride, sir.

Watch out for...

( grunting )

Bad news for you.

I was expecting that. I'm ready for all your--

( gasps )

( laughing )

Transformers

Robots in disguise

Robots in disguise

( roars )

Robots in disguise

Robots in disguise

( laughing ) ( yelling )

( dramatic theme playing )

Let me guess.

You were on your way to Grandma's house.

( engines revving )

( dramatic theme playing )

Ugh.

Still a little wobbly.

Sometimes the smallest 'Cons cause the biggest problems.

Well, if I'd been invited to the strategy session,

maybe I could have prevented Torpor

from zapping the two of you.

( sighing ): I'm sorry, big guy.

We just didn't have time to wait for you.

And it wasn't a strategy session.

It was just... planning an attack.

You two don't think I'm smart enough

for strategy and planning and strategy-ing.

We think you're...

Very capable!

( tranquil theme playing )

( jingling )

MAN: Handle with care, Russell.

That's your college fund in there.

Uh...my college fund is a box of old toasters?

Toasters made during the aluminum shortage of '43.

In a few more years, they'll be worth a bundle.

If...they're still in mint condition.

( crashing ) ( both gasping )

( giggling )

I can apply to community college.

( crashing )

( sighs )

Maybe clown college.

Why so grim... Uh...Grim?

Strongarm and Bumblebee think I'm some kind of...

not-smart bot.

They didn't actually say that, did they?

No. But they were thinking it.

Strongarm's always talking about

stuff she learned at the Police Academy.

Pfft. I bet if I went to that school,

I'd do awesome too. Awesome-er.

Getting into the Academy is no walk in the dark--

Stark-- Park!

There's a very challenging entrance exam.

I spied a copy of it in the Alchemor's data cylinders.

You did?

Yes! Why?

Even if I can't go to the Academy,

I can still prove that I'm smart enough to get in.

Ah!

You're jiggling my actuators!

Are you sure you want me to off-load

the entrance exam directly into your brain?

I'm sure. I'm sure!

Okay.

This won't hurt... I think.

( dramatic theme playing )

Hee-hee-hee! That tickles.

There. All done.

You can start the test whenever you--

Grimlock?

Question one. Finish this sentence.

"The shortest distance between two points is..."

Uh...

Hm.

( mellow theme playing )

Got it!

The shortest distance between two points

is even shorter when you're in V-mode.

Ba-boom!

( buzzing ) Huh?

I think the answer you're looking for

is a straight line.

( beeping ) Aw.

Maybe I am a not-smart bot.

Don't get down on yourself.

That was only the first question.

Most candidates study for

the Academy Exam for months, Grimlock.

I could download a study guide directly into your memory.

You can try the test again after you had time to review it.

Bring it on! ( gasps )

( dramatic theme playing )

One study guide coming right--

BUMBLEBEE: Russell! Fixit!

I could use you at the stasis pods for a sec.

On our way, Lieutenant.

We'll be right back, Grim.

Aw, but I'm ready now.

( beeping )

( dramatic theme playing )

Hee, hee! Huh?

( yelling )

Grimlock? Are you okay?

( groaning )

I believe my condition could

most accurately be described as...optimal.

Accurately? Optimal?

You don't sound like yourself.

Well, it...seems a bit ludicrous now,

but after the debacle with Torpor earlier today,

I became convinced that you and Cadet Strongarm

considered me intellectually inferior.

Come on, Grim. We would never say that.

Out loud.

Alas, I sought to prove my mental acuity

with the aid of the Alchemor's data cylinders.

The cylinder is completely empty!

Grimlock must have loaded its entire contents into his memory!

But...

But that cylinder contained 3.667 yottabytes of data!

That's several thousand times

the sum total of all human knowledge.

Whoa!

That has to make you the smartest bot ever, Grim.

That's a lot of data to take in.

Are you sure you're feeling okay?

Definitively positive.

However, according to medical journals,

my neural pathways will soon commence disintegration,

creating worsening headaches,

temporary paralysis,

and eventually I'll become

a completely immobile hunk of durabyllium.

No. Grim!

What? Oh, dear.

( crickets chirping )

We didn't mean to make you-- We would never--

Now, now. I assure you,

I hold you both blameless.

If anything, my own insecurities led me to this predicament.

Something like this happened to a friend of mine once.

We safely discharged the data out of his brain into the sky.

Unless your friend was a Dinobot,

the structures of Autobot cortexes

are too different for the same solution to succeed.

But the plan could serve as a blueprint.

Fixit, can't you find another way to drain

the data out of Grimlock before it does any damage?

I suppose it might be positron-- Postulate--

( siren wailing )

Decepticon activity at the

Experimental Energy Research Laboratory!

FIXIT: Tapping into the facility's exterior security cameras.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( gasping )

Matching visuals to prisoner database...

FIXIT: The fugitive is Simacore,

a scientist and Deployer incarcerated with two minicons,

Axiom and Theorem.

Simacore is as prone to fury as he is to genius.

When his previous experiment failed,

he took out his frustration on his lab mates...Violently.

Strongarm and I will head for the laboratory.

I didn't hear my name included among your mission team.

I'm worried that field work might make your condition worse.

I hesitate to state the obvious,

but if I remain behind,

your mission is 71 percent more likely to meet with failure,

and 54 percent more likely to meet

with humiliating failure.

( sighing )

There's no time to argue. Let's rev up and roll out.

( dramatic theme playing )

( engines revving )

BUMBLEBEE: This is the whole facility?

I suspect the bulk of the structure sits underground.

Most particle accelerators are circular tunnels

1.6 miles in diameter.

( groans )

Headache?

Very minor. Fading already.

We're running out of time.

I'll have this door open in a cycle.

But there are 900,000 theoretical combinations,

but only six match the wear patterns on this keypad.

( beeping )

( door creaking )

( beeping ) FIXIT: I believe we

may have found a way to return Grimlock to normal.

We're headed to you now.

We'll be here. Bumblebee out.

What would a Decepticon want in this place?

It is my hypothesis that Simacore is after

the secondary control circuit, which provides backup power

for the particle accelerator's atom-smashing beam.

This circuit could conceivably function as a spacedrive relay

in a Cybertronian starship.

DECEPTICON: How unusual to find such deductive skills

in a Dinobot.

Smart move to surrender, Decepticon.

Hand over that circuit board and come quietly.

Strongarm, I don't think Simacore is--

Surrendering? No.

But thank you for moving closer.

( dramatic theme turns suspenseful )

(all grunting )

Nice angle of attack, Axiom.

I was following your lead, Theorem.

Spread out!

( gasping )

( all grunting ) My apologies.

Grimlock! Pick a Decepticon and punch.

( grunts )

( both grunting )

( grunting )

( grunts )

( weapon firing )

( grunts )

( both grunting ) Buffoon!

You are no fighter.

I thought Dinobots were renowned for their strength and ferocity.

That was my understanding as well.

( both grunting )

I shall deal with you after the real threats are dispatched.

The circuit board.

( grunting )

Stand...still!

( grunts )

( yelling )

( grunts )

( yells )

( grunts )

Quickly! That lumbering oaf has my circuit board.

I've participated in fisticuffs countless times.

Why couldn't I engage that Decepticon?

Because my body position was such that I had

fourteen potential attack options,

and I didn't have time to assess them all for viability.

( gasping )

The data transfer overwrote my instinctive combat reflexes!

( groaning )

( dramatic theme playing )

Hm.

( door rattling )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Cut through those doors!

( grunts )

An imprecise incision.

You would know.

( booming )

( equipment powering down )

( dramatic theme continues )

Hm. Chance of success unlikely.

More likely. Huh? ( booming )

SIMACORE ( muffled yells ): You will give me what I want, Dinobot!

( laughing )

SIMACORE ( muffled ): For I'll have something you want.

I must hide the circuit board

and assist Bumblebee and Strongarm. But how?

Surprise attack? Too predictable. Set a trap?

Too time-consuming.

Think... Think, bot! Think!

No. Stop contemplating.

Just pick a course of action and move forward.

( PA system plays static ) ( groaning )

SIMACORE ( over PA ): Attention, Dinobot.

Please look out your observation room's window.

SIMACORE: I have begun the charging process

for the particle accelerator.

( equipment powering up )

Give me that circuit board, or when the beam is

fully powered, high-energy electrons will smash

your friends into sub-atomic particles.

COMPUTER ( over PA ): Warning.

The particle accelerator cannon will fire in 10 minutes.

Careful, Professor Fumble-Digits.

Thank you, Doctor Obvious.

SIMACORE ( over PA ): Axiom, Theorem. I suggest you return to me,

unless you want your molecules scattered

along with those of the Autobots.

( groaning )

Huh? Huh?

( grunting )

( grunting )

I can't move.

Or transform.

We're stuck to an activated electromagnet.

And that sound?

The particle accelerator?

Charging up to fire...

at us.

Grimlock!

Get us off of this!

I can't hear you.

( knocking )

Who's there? Russell.

With Fixit and my dad. We think we have a cure for you.

( grunting )

( beeping )

Our comrades are diabolically trapped

and minutes away from dire consequences!

Best to...

implement your cure quickly!

But we can't be sure-- Quickly!

( dramatic theme playing )

( yelling )

Grim?

Are you... You?

Who else would I be?

But, uh...

how come I can't move?

I must have made a miscalculation.

This is wearable-- Terabyte-- Terrible!

Hey.

Grim's not totally immobile.

And you're improving rapidly.

You should have full range of motion in a few minutes.

But we need to free Bee and Strongarm now!

I don't think I'm in shape for the rough stuff just yet.

Then you'll have to win a battle of wits.

COMPUTER: The particle accelerator cannon will fire in five minutes.

Come on, Dinobot.

Your friends or the circuit board.

Is is truly that difficult a choice?

GRIMLOCK ( over PA ): Simacore, if you want your prize,

you're gonna have to work for it.

Come to the observation room.

And bring your superior intellect.

No more delays.

Hand over the circuit board.

One more step, banana brain, and I snap this in two.

What do you want, you insipid oaf?

I want to challenge you.

I want to challenge you...

To a test of intelligence!

If I win, you release my friends

and we leave here with the circuit board.

If you win--

I pummel you senseless

and pry the circuit board from your lifeless fingers.

I was gonna say I'll just hand it over, but okay.

You do realize I'm undefeated in this kind of combat?

Then you shouldn't have any problem answering this question.

Oh, no.

You challenged me.

The first question is mine to ask.

Um...

If a Cybertronian unirail leaves Kaon City

going east at 1000 mechanometers per orbital cycle,

and another unirail leaves Nuon City going west at 63.6,

at what point will they meet?

Uh...

Huh.

You call that a tough question?

Ha, ha.

Ha. Uh...

We have to tell him something.

Anything.

I'm working on it.

( dramatic theme playing )

Maybe we should make this multiple choice, heh, heh.

COMPUTER ( over PA ): The particle accelerator cannon will fire in two minutes.

Uh...63.6, carry the two--

Wait! I've got it!

It's a trick question!

Underbite destroyed Nuon City,

so it doesn't have a unirail anymore! Ba-boom!

( mellow theme playing )

SIMACORE: I...

I suppose technically that's true.

( cheering )

SIMACORE: Fine. Ask your question.

Your friends' time grows short.

Oh, I'm gonna ask it.

My question? Ho, ho!

Which I will now ask...

Uh, ha-ha-ha!

COMPUTER: The particle accelerator cannon will fire in thirty seconds.

Fixit, give Grim a question!

I'm no good under pressure.

What's a question, heh?

( clears throat )

What's red and black and blue?

What's red and-- Ha, ha!

I see. How very droll.

Once again, you're insulting me, so I--

GRIMLOCK: Cannonball!

( dramatic theme playing )

( grunting )

RUSSELL: Yes!

Great time to get your groove back, big guy!

( alarm beeping )

COMPUTER: Ten.

Nine.

How do we get in there?

It doesn't matter. There isn't enough time.

There is if we take the shortest distance between two points.

( roars )

COMPUTER: Two. One.

( alarm wails )

So...

can I be in the strategy meetings from now on?

( sighs )

Simacore and his buddies

are snug as bugs in their stasis pods.

You were amazing today, Grim.

Taking down the Decepticon like that

with all the other stuff you were dealing with.

It wasn't so hard,

with my natural combination of brain and brawn.

Speakin' of which, Fixit, do you still have that study guide?

I devised a way to safely off-load the guide

onto this tablet, then specifically configured

the tablet for you.

GRIMLOCK: Thanks.

I'm gonna take my time going through it,

and then I'm gonna ace that test!

Um...

Do you have a version with pictures?

( dramatic theme playing )

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