Original subtitles

( dramatic theme playing )

Wahoo!

BUMBLEBEE: We're taking too much time locating our fugitive's signal.

If our 'Con knows anything about this Decepticon Island

we've heard so much about, it's vital we make this collar.

Get ready to go off-road, team.

OPTIMUS: No. I don't want us to risk

unforeseen driving hazards we might encounter

if we leave the highway.

I appreciate your input, Optimus,

but as leader of the team, I say we make our own road.

I know this part of Earth better than you do.

Very well, Bumblebee.

Stay close, everyone.

( Grimlock grunts )

GRIMLOCK: Wait. Hey. No fair.

( tires squeal )

Do you think these wheels are rocket powered?

STRONGARM: The lieutenant and Optimus haven't seen eye to eye

since your Away Team returned.

SIDESWIPE: They'll figure it out. In the meantime,

Windblade and I have become

such a phenomenal team-within-the-team,

we practically don't need anyone else.

WINDBLADE: If by team, you mean you get in trouble and I save your chassis,

I wouldn't mind a few more teammates, personally.

Strongarm, while we were away, I thought of some

cool combat maneuvers you and I could work on.

STRONGARM: Really? Me too.

We didn't have much time to sharpen

our own teamwork before you left.

GRIMLOCK: "Team-within-the-team," huh?

That sounds awesome.

Hey, Drift, want to be on a team-within-the-team with me?

No.

He's playing hard to get.

BUMBLEBEE: We should be getting pretty close to-- Oof!

OPTIMUS: Bumblebee, are you--?

BUMBLEBEE: It was just a rock,

not an unforeseen driving hazard.

We're going into the forest to locate our fugitive.

Switch to Bot-Mode.

Whoa, glad I'm not the brain-warped 'Con

who has to face our whole team at once.

( twigs snapping )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( grunts )

Ouchy! Clampdown?

What's got you so spooked? ( speaks gibberish )

You?

Transformers

Robots in disguise

Robots in disguise

( roars )

Robots in disguise

Robots in disguise

( suspenseful theme playing )

Ratchet!

Undertone, careful. I need that.

My old friend.

But you were gone.

Destroyed.

The Primes rescued me

just before my spark was extinguished.

By the motherboard, it's good to see you.

BUMBLEBEE: Hello, Ratchet. Bumblebee!

Are any of our other former comrades here on Earth?

No, but this is my new team.

( chuckles nervously )

Hi! I'm the new 'bot on the team. I'm--

You feel like pitching in?

Oh, scrud!

( Grimlock imitating combat noises )

And that's how we came here,

what we know about Decepticon Island,

and who we've punched since we've been here.

Does that all make sense?

Sure. Seriously?

DENNY: What about you, Ratchet?

What brought you to our neck of the solar system?

After we thought Optimus was no more,

I joined others helping rebuild Cybertron.

Over time, however, I learned they blamed Optimus

and those who followed him for the ruination of our world

and they wanted to forget he ever existed.

That's ridiculous. Optimus' team saved the galaxy.

That's what I tried to tell them.

In response, I was given a job tracking down war criminals.

Undertone, here, became my partner.

Essentially, you were banished. Exactly.

But it was better than imprisonment,

which I feared might be my fate if I protested.

That will be all, Undertone.

He's the strong, silent type.

Kind of like me. Hm?

I've caught many fugitives,

but this one took me years to corner,

and the chase brought me to Earth.

As I was wrapping up, I ran across your Clampdown,

and then, happily, all of you.

It is good to have you by my side once more, Ratchet.

Will you stay to help me uncover the truth

about this Decepticon Island?

Yes, as team leader, I agree.

We'd be lucky to have you with us.

Thank you. I'd be happy to assist.

Great. Drift, Sideswipe, let's wake up Clampdown

and see if he can get us some intel about Decepticon Island.

Everyone else, at ease.

STRONGARM: Permission to speak, sir?

Go ahead, Cadet. I couldn't help but notice

you and Optimus Prime don't seem to be on the same screen.

( sighs )

Optimus and I had this whole conversation

about who leads this team a long time ago.

I remember.

Sometimes, it feels like he can't help treating me

like I'm still his scout.

I don't want to wonder what Optimus thinks or would do

every time I make a decision,

and I don't want to keep countermanding him.

it could cost us in the field.

I'm sure this is an adjustment for Optimus, Lieutenant.

I know. Maybe you should take him aside.

See if you can work it out, just the two of you.

Good suggestion, Strongarm.

I'll look for the chance to do just that.

SIDESWIPE: Old Googly Eyes is coming around, Bee.

Good. Bring him to the Command Center.

We'll question him there.

( grunting )

( gasps )

Talk, Clampdown. What is Decepticon Island?

Where is it located?

How many Decepticons are there?

What is their objective?

Is Steeljaw involved somehow?

Those two took my questions.

( menacing laughter )

( stammering )

You see, I...

( groans, crashes )

He's out. Just like all the others you've questioned.

( sighs ): If we don't catch a break soon...

( alarm blaring )

Unidentified Cybertronian life form approaching the front gate.

( dramatic theme playing )

Hit it, Denny.

Huh?

Help me. Please.

Sweet Solus Prime!

( whirring )

I can't believe you know

Flowchart, Schematic and Rundown.

Of course. We all received our upgrades together.

Heh, what a small universe.

I hate to interrupt the reunion.

But you were gonna tell us where you came from. Toolbox, was it?

Like Fixit, I was a caretaker

and prison guard aboard the Alchemor.

( gasps ): Then there was more to the ship than what

was around me when I flashed-- Trashed-- Crashed here!

And more Decepticon prisoners?

Many more.

Your section of the Alchemor broke off the main vessel

as it plummeted through this planet's atmosphere.

The remainder of the craft crashed just off the coast

of what humans call Crown City.

How does a giant spaceship crash into a bay

without anyone noticing?

Prison ships are continuously cloaked

to keep them from attack by raiders looking

to free criminal associates.

I remember now. They're also cloaked

to keep from agitating native populations

when the ships need to land and resupply.

Human meteorologists would have explained any giant waves

caused by the splashdown as strange weather phenomena.

The ship still sits in the water just beyond shore.

Decepticon Island.

TOOLBOX: In the chaos that followed our crash, our prisoners escaped,

and overthrew my fellow Mini-Cons.

They fitted us with inhibitor collars,

so we couldn't transform or access our built-in weapons.

And they made us their slaves.

( gasps ): Mini-Cons live to serve, but that's horri--

Horr-- Horri-- Horri-- Horrible!

Three Decepticons took charge.

Saberhorn, Glowstrike and Scorpinok.

They've been sending Decepticons onto the mainland

to gather parts and fuel.

They intend to fix the Alchemor

so it can leave Earth and they can plunder the galaxy.

They're almost ready.

How'd you find us, little guy?

I heard our Decepticon overseers mention Autobots close by.

I took a chance and managed to escape.

We must free the rest of the Mini-Cons.

And put Glowstrike, Saberhorn, Scorpinok

and the other Decepticons back in stasis where they belong.

Not Scorponok. We've already caught him.

There's a new member of the leadership trio, a newcomer.

He resembles an Earth wolf.

Steeljaw.

Another good reason to wrap up

this Decepticon Island situation quickly.

GLOWSTRIKE: You summoned us, Steeljaw?

SABERHORN: We do not respond well to being summoned, good fellow.

And it appears you're no closer

to getting those Decepticon Hunters.

Ah, but appearances can be...

( beeps )

...deceiving.

Steeljaw, you did it. Well done, chap.

With those, we shan't have to worry

about rebellion in our ranks ever again.

Here, now. Hand them over.

Ahh! That feels so much better!

Simply a matter of finding the correct sonic frequency

to disrupt the locking mechanism.

GRIMLOCK: I have the plan.

My teamie and I will catapult

onto the island and start punching.

One problem with that, Grim.

I am not your teamie. Okay, two problems.

The second is that, as powerful

as you and Drift might be together--

As powerful as we all are together--

we're no match for hundreds of Decepticons

in a straight-up fight.

So we call Cybertron for backup.

Think about it, Slick.

Reinforcements would take too long to assemble,

brief and coordinate for an assault on the island.

Yeah, think about it.

Then it's just us.

What can we do against all those Decepticons?

Even if we were to somehow subdue every fugitive,

we do not have enough stasis pods to contain them.

Maybe not, but we do have cryo-gas and lots of it.

The canisters we brought back from my supply stash.

If there was some way to disperse the gas

throughout the entire island at once,

that might solve all our problems.

Exactly.

It should be possible to create a stasis bomb that,

when detonated, would incapacitate

any Decepticon within range.

Like a roach bomb? Precisely.

All we need is a sturdy vessel

in which to hold the compressed gas.

I shall assist Windblade and Ratchet

in the construction of the bomb.

The rest of you, form a plan for getting the weapon

onto the island and detonating it.

That's what I was about to--

Toolbox, please brief everyone

about the layout and specifics of Decepticon Island.

Sir, you can't let this keep eating at you. Talk to him.

Things are moving too fast right now, Strongarm.

I will when there's time.

Will this serve, Windblade?

It's probably too small to handle all of the cryo-gas.

Bumblebee has come a long way since the last time I saw him.

He has led his team well.

I sense there is a "but" coming.

But I worry Bumblebee is not ready to lead a team this size,

on a mission of this magnitude.

And now that I am restored to the strength level I had

before the Primes lent me their power...

You feel you should lead.

I do not wish to disrespect my former scout.

Optimus, you would be a valuable counselor

to any already established leader.

I am not sure I should step back into such a role

with so much hanging in the balance.

Perhaps these are suitable containers.

I shall ask Windblade.

DRIFT: Perhaps detonating the stasis bomb

above the island?

The wind is too unpredictable.

Toolbox, is there any kind of ventilation hub within the ship?

Affirmative. Right here, sir.

Good. We'll smuggle the bomb into the island

and place it in the hub.

We'll set the bomb on a timer

and get off the island before it detonates.

You would risk the entire team?

We'll all go to make sure whoever's carrying the bomb

reaches the hub and sets it properly.

And if-- We will deal with any obstacles

or resistance when the time comes.

( dramatic theme playing )

( singsongy ): Awkward.

Some weather we're having, huh?

Yeah, here's a real question.

How do we sneak almost a dozen bots

onto Decepticon Island?

Uh...

We won't sneak. We'll just walk onto the island.

I don't know what you're talking about,

but I think I'll like it.

( groans )

Hey, if you want, you can be teamies with me and Drift.

DRIFT: Please stop calling us that!

He's coming around.

( dramatic theme playing )

( yelps )

You sure about this, Toolbox?

The Alchemor is right out there.

Then let us begin our mission.

Autobots--

Let's rev up and roll out!

Remember, we want any sentries to think

we're unconscious and not a threat.

So close your eyes and stay still.

It doesn't seem right,

not going when my fellow Mini-Cons need help.

The team needs you here, Fixit, in case anything goes wrong.

( dramatic theme playing )

( console beeps )

A handful of Autobots against hundreds of Decepticons.

( sighs ): What could possibly go wrong?

( suspenseful theme playing )

I don't even know what I'm looking for.

( person speaks indistinctly over radio )

SENTRY ( over radio ): Attention, approaching craft.

We are reading your Decepticon tracking signal,

but we cannot identify you.

State your name and business or be destroyed.

BUMBLEBEE: You're returning from a mission with Autobot prisoners.

And your Decepticon tracker was damaged in the fight.

( hesitantly ): Yeah, hi.

I'm comin' back from a mission with Autobot prisoners?

I guess my signal was damaged in the fight, heh.

Sorry about that.

( suspenseful theme intensifies )

It sure is good to be back home on Decepticon Island.

( smooches )

SENTRY: This is quite a haul of prisoners.

I can't believe one Dinobot captured so many Autobots.

Including Optimus Prime?

How in the name of Megatron's pistons were you able to--?

( both grunt )

( both groan )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Betcha want to be my teamie now, don't you?

( groans )

By the Primes.

There's so many of them.

( both grunt )

( grunts )

( growls )

Now we start sneaking.

We have to get to the ventilation hub

and set the stasis bomb.

Why are we stopping?

( dramatic theme playing )

( groans )

( gasps )

Toolbox, we need to keep moving.

Of course.

( gasps )

Toolbox, you've returned!

( dramatic theme intensifies )

Autobot intruders in Cargo Bay 1-7!

Strongarm! On it, sir!

( grunts ) ( grunts )

Collect the Mini-Cons! No!

We have to keep moving. We cannot leave them here to--

Stop treating me like a--

Optimus! Bumblebee!

Defend yourselves. We're not going down without a fight.

( growls )

( yells )

I wouldn't recommend fighting, Lieutenant.

It would be so futile.

Steeljaw.

Welcome, old friends, at last.

To the first outpost

of my new Decepticon Empire.

( dramatic theme playing )

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