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[thunder rumbles]

[engine vrooms, crazy laughter]

[energetic music]

- Oh, yeah! [laughs]

[grunts]

I gotcha!

- [roars]

- [groaning]

Oh, wow.

What happened?

- Let's just say

Mother Nature, 1, Chaos Terran, 0.

- What? I am not a Chaos Terran like you, Aftermath.

- I guess you know my name because of our connection.

- We don't have a connection.

- Sure, we do, sis.

I felt it when you were born.

- [groans]

[screams]

- Not bad.

- [groans] - Ha!

Not feeling that same chaotic spark now, though, Spitfire.

- I'm not Spitfire. I'm Tw--

Whoa.

I am Spitfire.

[transforming pulses]

[electricity crackling]

- Uh, are you all right?

- Definitely not.

- You still seem pretty mixed up.

Maybe some cave water will heal you up.

- Yes, that.

Uh, let's do that.

[whirring]

- [groans]

Aah! Take it easy.

[whirring]

- Hmm.

- Tell me Twitch is going to be okay.

- Remarkable.

She suffered a massive strike in the storm cloud,

but diagnostics suggest she's back at 99% functionality.

- Jeez. Dial back the waterworks, Pops.

I mean, you wouldn't want to make me rust,

would you...Papa?

- Huh.

That's weird. - What's weird?

- I still don't feel you through my cyber-sleeve.

- That is weird.

Your sleeves should be blowing up from all my emotions,

most of which is love for my family,

especially for you, Bobby.

- You mean Robby?

[clanking]

- Welcome home.

- Wait.

You brought me back to Decepticon Base?

- Where else would I take you?

[both grunting]

[tires screech]

- I'd introduce you, but they don't like

anybody new coming around.

- The stolen cave water.

Uh, I heard about it from the Maltos.

- Yeah, they never saw it coming.

- Jawbreaker trusted you.

I mean... [chuckles] That's what I heard.

- Are you friends with them or something?

- [scoffs] All that unconditional love?

Ugh. No, thanks.

Don't hog the cave water.

- What do we have here?

- I'm going to call you "Waste of Space Number Two."

- She doesn't look so tough.

- Easy.

You do not want to rile up a Chaos Terran.

Trust me.

[tense music]

- That's right, because I am a Chaos Terran.

I'm, like, next-level chaos.

Chaos 2.0.

[grunting]

[dog growls]

- What's her deal? - She's not worth it.

- Hey, Aftermath, why don't you and your new Chaos buddy

go make yourself useful and organize those ammo boxes?

- You heard 'em, rookie.

Get to stacking while I get to relaxing.

- Okay.

- Bobby--uh, Robby.

Of course you're Robby.

And I'm Twitch, Twitch Malto, of the Witwicky Maltos.

Who else would we be?

- Her memory seems affected.

The lightning must have off-lined

her Human-Terran sync, too.

Maybe we should run more tests.

- Listen, Twitch, if you don't feel well enough

to go on tomorrow's Autobot mission,

we can find a replacement.

Uh-uh. No more gauntlets.

- I appreciate the concern, Mom, but I'm fine.

I'm so ready for the Autobot mission,

the one that Megatron and Optimus chose me for,

even though far superior Spitfire

got to the gauntlet finish line first.

[chuckles] Wouldn't miss it.

- "Far superior Spitfire"?

Are you sure you're okay? - One hundo.

- Okay, but you're taking Robby with you.

I'll talk to Optimus.

- But it's my mission.

I want it.

- Uh-uh. Robby or you stay home.

- I get to go on a mission with my bestie Bobby--

Robby.

Yay!

- Hmm.

- [groaning]

- I have news on the Autobots.

- Do tell.

- Autobots will move the Cyber Slayer tomorrow.

- The tool Mandroid used to raise Witwicky Tower?

That works right into my plans.

- Ravage has intel on the Autobot plan.

- They'll never make it to their destination.

Gather Nova Storm and Skywarp to coordinate an ambush.

- [gasps] An ambush?

- [growls]

- Is there a problem?

- Uh... Oh, no.

Stick it to those Autobots. [chuckles]

- You dislike the Autobots?

- Oh, yeah.

I despise 'em, almost as much as I loathe those Maltos,

with their smiles and great attitudes.

They're the worst.

- I have no need for you Terrans right now.

Aftermath, you brought her here.

Keep her out of our way.

- You heard what he said.

Stay out of the way.

- I will do that.

I will stay far, far away.

[dramatic music]

[beeping, whirring]

- Hmm.

[alarm blaring] [gasps]

[alarm blaring] - I got this.

[soft music]

- Really, Robby?

You picked tonight of all nights to fall asleep by 9:00?

Aah!

Robby, it's me, Twitch.

- In Spitfire cosplay? Right.

- Look, I know it seems crazy, but you got to let me explain.

- Explain what exactly?

[dramatic music]

- Huh?

- No one's going to believe you, Twitch.

- I don't know what you did, Spitfire,

but I want to switch back.

- Yeah, no.

I'm thinking I might hang here for a while,

at least through the Autobot mission

that you tried to take from me.

- It was my mission first.

- Mine now.

So's your family, and now you're all alone.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, I'm staying with Aftermath and the Decepticons,

who are kind of mean to me...

which doesn't sound much better.

Look, Spitfire, we don't have to do this.

Just tell me how to do

that "pair-y up-y" thing you did before,

and we can switch and both go back to our lives.

- Twitch!

- Robby! Help!

Ah... [body thuds]

- [groans]

- Robby, listen.

- I've got you...

I think.

- You don't understand.

I came here to warn you about an ambush.

- Like we'd listen to anything you'd have to say, Spitfire.

Leave us alone. - You heard him.

You're not part of this family, so leave.

- Okay. Okay, I'll go.

- Yeah, that's the stuff.

Ah, nothing better than a Malto sibling hug.

- I saw you sneak out last night.

You're like if an elephant had rotors.

Be a bit quieter next time.

What was so important, anyway? - [scoffs] Nothing.

Just stretching my wings.

So, uh, what does a Chaos Terran have to do

to get on a mission, you know, if they wanted to?

- You know, they're a--

they're a "don't speak unless spoken to" kind of crew.

- Ravage suggests this point of attack.

- We'll cut them off and take the Cyber Slayer.

- They'll never know what hit 'em.

- Hey. Where are we attacking?

- What are you looking at, child?

- None of your business, dude.

- [gasps] - [gasps]

- [growls]

- What up, wheelbarrow?

- We will be using a pared-down unit for this mission.

- A sleeker team will draw less attention.

This should keep the Decepticons off our tail

and unaware of our deadly payload.

- "Deadly payload"?

I'm in. What's the mission?

- This.

[beeping]

- No way. Mandroid's Cyber Slayer?

- Due to the recent Decepticon breach of Autobot Base,

all of our MVTs are no longer safe here.

- MVTs? - Most Valuable Technologies.

- We're going to move it to a secure location

until we can figure out a way to safely destroy it.

- Robby and Twitch, that's where you come in.

You'll be flying lead and lookout

to make sure we get there.

- I just need to prepare the Slayer for transport.

- You two wait here and stand guard

while Optimus, Dot, and I get his trailer ready.

- Don't let anyone near the Cyber Slayer.

- This is the big, important Autobot mission?

Hmm. Looks like a stick to me.

- That stick is powerful enough to take bots offline.

- You don't remember? - Uh, yeah.

Memory must still be taking a while to come back online.

Right, Wheeljack?

[electricity crackles]

- Maybe it's better if you two guard from outside.

- Your insolence would be admirable

if it wasn't directed at me.

Leave us be. - [groans loudly]

- Wait. You're going to stand for that?

- Just focus on our upcoming mission.

- Who wants to go on a dumb Autobot mission anyway?

- Kick her out.

- Big surprise-- you've got an issue with me.

- I told you, get out or walk away.

- Coward.

- Hey, where'd she go?

- Hi.

- Come here, punk.

- Hey.

- [grunts]

- Yeah! - Out!

- Don't have to tell me twice.

- [scoffs]

- [screams]

- Are you okay?

Do you need some cave water?

- Actually, uh, yeah.

Do you think they keep some here?

- Probably. I can go look for some.

- What happened to guarding outside?

- Maybe I don't want to, Wheeljack.

- You know, there was one thing in your analysis

that I couldn't put my finger on--

an anomaly...

a particle of chaos energy.

- But Spitfire paired with me.

- The pairing technology

must have somehow transferred you.

- What about me?

- What do you call me, Twitch?

My nickname?

- Wheelie. Jackie.

Wheeljackie?

- The real Twitch calls me Dad2.

You're not Twitch.

You're Spitfire.

You don't know what you're messing with, Spitfire.

- Congratulations, Dad2. You figured it out.

Here's your prize!

- [screaming]

- Optimus? Elita-1?

- Spitfire? What are you doing here?

- Mom.

Oh, good. I caught you before you rolled out.

The Decepticons are preparing to ambush.

I stalled them, but they're on their way.

Where's the Cyber Slayer?

- It's still in Wheeljack's lab.

- Why are you here?

- To stop Spitfire.

- Hold on a second.

Isn't she Spitfire?

[energetic music]

- Um, OP and Elita-1 told me to come back

and help you escort Wheeljack.

- Robby, you've got to believe me.

That's Spitfire.

She's trying to steal the Cyber Slayer.

I'm the real Twitch.

- No, I'm the real Twitch. - Uh, uh...

- Uh... Mm.

Uh, uh...

Mm.

[dramatic music]

Where'd we first meet? - The cave.

- Duh. Everyone knows it's the cave.

- What's my favorite food?

- Easy. The food you eat all the time.

- Spaghetti with banana ketchup and a side of candied yams.

- A thing only you would know about me.

- One time, you went the whole day at school

with toilet paper hanging out of--

- Okay, you passed the test. You can stop talking now.

- [groans] - [sighs] I'm sorry, Twitch.

My gut was telling me something wasn't right.

I should have trusted it.

- Oh, I missed you, Robby.

- Ugh. More hugs.

You may have each other, but I've still got this.

- Why does Twitch have the Cyber Slayer?

And where's Wheeljack? - He's still in his lab.

And Twitch isn't who she says she is.

- I'll check on Wheeljack. You follow whoever that is.

- Impostor! I knew it! You're a spy!

- Nope. I'm really Twitch. She's Spitfire.

- She's the real Chaos Terran?

I'll buy that.

- You're not going to win this one, Spitfire.

- Who cares about winning?

I'm just here to cause some damage.

- [grunts]

Twitch!

[screams]

- I've got you, Robby.

- [screams]

[grunts]

Thanks.

Now go get her!

- Follow those drones!

- Give us the Cyber Slayer.

- Yeah, Autobots, hand it over.

- Do not play games.

- Get back here, impostor.

- [groans]

- I see you're finally taking advantage of my 2.0 tech.

- This ends now.

- You think you can defeat me?

Wait, what are you doing?

Show yourself!

- Stealth mode.

- Obviously, you've got the superior tech.

But I've still got this.

[both screaming]

- You took everything from me.

- Come on, Twitch.

- I'm taking it back.

- [panting]

Robby, it's me.

- Oh, not this again.

- Do you want me

to reveal any more of your secrets to prove it?

Like that time you thought toothpaste was hair gel and--

- Nah. I think we're good.

- Where's Spitfire?

- And where's the Cyber Slayer?

[chain clanking]

- You dare return after she ruined our mission?

- Other one was an impostor, Starscream.

This one is the real Spitfire, Chaos 2.0.

- What up, Screamy?

- Ha ha! Good one.

- Why should I allow her to stay?

- I heard you were looking for this.

- Ah.

[laughing wickedly]

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