Original subtitles

- Team Malto, status report.

- No signs of ember shards in sector one.

- Nothing to report yet from sector two.

Going in for a closer look.

[screeching]

[tires squealing]

- [growls]

J and H leaving no stone unturned in sector three.

Wait a sec. Hold up.

[ping]

[grunting]

False alarm.

- Mosey, did you and Thrash find anything?

Are you hydrating?

Did you remember to turn on your cyber-suit?

- Yes, Dad.

All clear.

Whoo-hoo!

- Way better than working.

- I thought sector four was going to be a total bust--

no shards, no cons, no nothing.

But this is amazing!

Thrash, see if you can jump that gorge.

[engine revving]

[screaming]

[both grunting]

- [laughs] We are doing that again.

- Or maybe we should check that out.

[soft ethereal music]

♪ ♪

- You want to walk down a darkly lit path

that looks like it hasn't been used for centuries

and feels like it's right out of some horror movie?

- [sighs] Sometimes you really get me, Thrash.

The path's in our sector.

So, technically, we'll be on patrol.

- [sighs]

Some horror movies end happily, right?

[transforming pulses]

[electricity crackling]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Why are you so scaredy bot? That isn't like you.

- I thought Sharkticons battled a human Cybertronian cyborg,

but this path just doesn't feel right.

- I know. Isn't it great?

[blades whoosh] [screams]

♪ ♪

- You were saying?

- It does seem like someone doesn't want us to be here.

- Yes, and his name is Thrash.

♪ ♪

[clunking]

Huh?

[shouting]

♪ ♪

[groans]

- It's just some harmless old darts.

- Tell that to my rear bumper.

[whimpers]

♪ ♪

Oh, too bad.

Door's closed.

And, oh, there's no doorbell.

And don't you even think about--

- I double-bot-dare you to open it.

- Daring me to open it.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[both grunting]

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

[loud thud]

- [gasps]

Yes!

[soft ethereal music]

[gasps]

Dude. - Well said.

♪ ♪

What is this place?

- It looks like it's been here forever.

♪ ♪

Check out all these petroglyphs.

Incredible.

Nobody's seen these for centuries.

- [nervously] Until today.

We've seen them. We've made history.

Okay, let's go.

- I wonder what the people who built this were like.

- I'm guessing they hated tourists.

- What the what?

♪ ♪

Come on, let's get a closer look.

- I think we can see just fine from here, actually.

[chuckles nervously]

[grumbles]

♪ ♪

It's some kind of space pod.

- This place must have been built

by whoever found the pod.

- Yeah, and they made a lot of booby traps

to keep people away.

We should really leave.

- There's writing on it.

It's like...

Cybertronian but not.

- Yeah.

And they're nothing like the petroglyphs outside.

- I think because...

♪ ♪

Hold on.

This is Quintus's symbol.

They may not be Cybertronian, but they knew Quintus.

Quintus believed life should grow and thrive

throughout the galaxy.

This ship could be part of that mission.

[whirring]

[gasps]

[both gasp]

- [roars]

[both scream]

[suspenseful music]

[growling]

♪ ♪

- I'm sorry I got you into this, Thrash.

- I'm sorry you got me into this, too.

- [growls]

♪ ♪

[slowly] Quintus.

- Did you hear that?

This could be life Quintus created.

We've got to help it.

Maybe we should take it home.

- Yeah, you can ask Dad to set a dinner plate

for the alien we found in ruins at the end of a deadly path.

- You're right.

Look, we got to go right now, but we'll be back, I promise.

[bird hooting]

[soft music]

- Okay, kids.

Cave-water ice pops for everyone.

- Ooh.

- Eeh!

♪ ♪

[sizzling]

[both giggling]

- [blows raspberry, laughs]

Uh, guess what came up in history class today.

Ruins in Witwicky.

Any thoughts on that? - Yes, Mosey.

Witwicky had many inhabitants long before we came here.

- We know.

- Not much is known about the ruins.

- Except that creepy legend

about people disappearing around them.

- Yeah, new family rule--

no looking for lost ruins.

- Right, but what if someone did find it,

like, accidentally?

- Uh-uh, no accidentally looking for ruins.

Is that clear?

- We wouldn't want anything happening to my little Mosey.

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

[grunts]

[grunts, clears throat]

- [gasps]

[exclaims]

- Mmm. all: Huh?

[suspenseful music]

[creature growls] - [gasps]

- [growling]

- I left my favorite pair of tennis shoes in the barn.

I'll be right back.

[suspenseful music]

Hey, there.

- [growls]

- What ya doing here?

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

- What's the matter, Thrash? Something out there?

- The meatballs!

They're so perfectly round,

like a golf ball without the dimples.

Bravo, Dad.

- I'm touched someone noticed.

- You're probably starving.

Energon.

- [growls]

♪ ♪

- Or not.

Hey, maybe you're thirsty.

How about some cave water?

Hmm, not that either, huh?

Okay, well, let me think of something.

- [growling]

- Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Oh, this is amazing.

- Wow, you really love the bola bola.

- Mmm.

Yeah.

So good and so round.

[dishes clinking]

- Okay, time to join the others on night patrol.

Kids.

- Mm-hmm.

- Um, I-I have homework.

- Me too, lots of work at home.

I'll make sure Mosey gets her homework done

and brushes her teeth.

Happy patrolling!

More meatballs?

- Oh, no!

- "Oh, no" what?

- Oh, no, I got to slip on my favorite pair

of after-dinner shoes.

Bye!

- Huh.

- Favorite pair of after-dinner shoes?

I got to see those.

You're giving the alien meatballs?

- You got a better idea?

- Mm-mm-mm.

- [growls]

[growling]

- Mosey?

You rushed off before dessert-- [gasps]

- [growls]

Why is there a Quintesson on Earth and in our barn?

- Um, well...

- [growls]

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

- Mo!

♪ ♪

- [growls]

- And it's not just a Quintesson.

You found a Quintesson executioner!

- [roaring]

[all screaming]

♪ ♪

- He drained my cybersleeve.

Okay, so Thrash and I kind of, sort of discovered

the Witwicky ruins today.

- What?

- And when we were there, we found this executioner.

- You couldn't have found a Quintesson judge or bailiff,

maybe a Quintesson massage therapist?

We'll need to loop your mom in.

[slamming on door]

[all screaming]

- Quintus!

- [shouts] - [snarls]

- Run!

♪ ♪

- [roaring]

[birds cawing]

♪ ♪

- Shh.

[thudding footsteps approaching]

[gasps]

- [slowly] Quintus.

[growls softly]

♪ ♪

- [exhales deeply]

♪ ♪

- The Quintesson seemed so nice before all

of those dangerous-looking war fins popped out.

- And I thought it was a friend of Quintus.

It had his name on the space pod.

- Well, Quintus and the Quintessons

have a complicated history.

- How do you mean?

- [growls]

- [gasps] Look out, Thrash!

Hey!

Mess with my kids, you're going to face big daddy.

Mosey, run!

- Quintus will pay!

- Leave my family alone!

♪ ♪

Mosey.

♪ ♪

[Mosey shouts] - Aah!

[tires squealing]

♪ ♪

- [growling]

- Thrash, hurry!

- [growls]

♪ ♪

[shouts] - [screams]

♪ ♪

- [growls]

[roaring]

[growls]

- Why is it going after us?

- I don't think it's going after us.

I think it's going after you. - [gasps]

- The executioner said it's after Quintus,

and I think it sparked on Mo's Prime Power.

So now it thinks by capturing Mo, it's...

it's capturing Quintus.

And there's one more thing you need to understand.

- That cornstalks are lousy cover?

- That this alien will never stop

until its mission is complete.

- So we use its obsession against it.

Let it chase me and Thrash back to the pod,

where we'll put it back to sleep.

- It's too dangerous. No.

- This is our best shot.

You've got to let the executioner chase me.

- Mosey, I will not allow it.

[corn rustling]

- [roars] - [screams]

- [gasps] Mo!

[panting]

- I think it's taking her back to the space pod.

- Aah!

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

Put me down!

[grunting, groans]

You don't have to hurt us.

We were trying to help you-- that's all.

- [growls softly]

♪ ♪

[growls]

[growls]

Looking for someone?

[heroic music]

You're messing with the wrong Malto.

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

- What if it takes her to outer space?

She doesn't even have her toothbrush or jammies.

- She saved the world. She saved us all, Dad.

She can handle herself.

- But can she handle a Quintesson executioner?

[tires squealing]

- Be careful of the pit of spears!

- The pit of what, now?

[tires squealing] Aah!

Aah!

- Darts!

♪ ♪

- Mo! We're coming!

- [growls] - [grunts]

♪ ♪

[both coughing]

- My little girl!

[both grunting]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

- [growls]

[both grunting]

- Please tell me she'll be okay.

- We do this every day.

[soft ethereal music]

♪ ♪

If we can't get through it, then we'll go over it.

[grunting]

- What did Quintus do to you?

- He gave the Quintessons life

and then abandoned us.

- That's not the Quintus I know.

- [growls] - He brings hope.

- Hope? Look around, earthling.

Quintus has abandoned you, too.

- No, Quintus Prime is my friend.

[grunting] - [growls]

♪ ♪

[whirring, beeping]

♪ ♪

- You will surrender Quintus Prime's power.

And as his proxy on Earth,

you will stand trial for his crimes.

- I can't believe I was going to share

one of Dad's meatballs with you.

[straining]

♪ ♪

[beeping]

[straining, breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

[blaring]

♪ ♪

Nighty night.

See you in another billion eons.

- [growling] - Aah!

- Quintus will pay!

- [grunting]

- Oh!

[whimpers, crying softly]

- What's everyone so sad about?

- Mo?

- Oh! I thought I lost you.

Oh!

- I told you I could handle it, Dad.

- Even though you single-handedly defeated

an intergalactic executioner,

you'll always be my little Mosey.

- Don't you think I'm a little bit too grown up

for you to be calling me Mosey?

- Uh, on birthdays, the first Sunday of the month,

and lunar eclipses?

- Mm...

birthdays and Father's Day.

- And maybe you can give me a heads-up

the next time you discover a mechanical alien

in centuries-old ruins?

- Deal.

- [chuckles]

- Aw, Thrash.

I feel like you're going to cry.

- [tearfully] Yeah...

mostly because of you guys,

but partly because of the darts in my bumper.