Transformers Robots In Disguise (2015) s01e01 Episode Script
Pilot (Part 1)
BUMBLEBEE: Cybertron.
My name is Bumblebee, and I keep the peace around here.
Try to, anyway.
DISPATCHER: We have a 2-1-1 in progress.
[suspenseful theme playing.]
[engines revving.]
Get it in gear, Cadet Strongarm.
Whatever we're doing, I am honored.
After all, you were there, right alongside Optimus Prime.
But? It's just, after all you and Optimus did for Cybertron, I'm surprised you weren't made something more prestigious than a street cop.
[sighs.]
That has to be our disturbance.
[suspenseful theme playing.]
In front of the Optimus statue! - That punk is going down.
- That punk is Sideswipe, and while he's about as exciting as this job gets, he's not actually dangerous.
I'll just [gasps.]
[dramatic theme playing.]
- Sir? What is it? - D-Do you see that? That's okay, Lieutenant, you meditate.
I'll handle this perp.
[dramatic theme playing.]
Optimus? BUMBLEBEE: Earth? Stop, or I'll Aah! SIDESWIPE: [laughs.]
Eat my exhaust? Whoo! [grunts.]
- Whoo! All right! Ha, ha, yeah! - Pull over! [grunts.]
[grunts.]
Oof.
W-What? You crazy? [rumbling.]
[dramatic theme playing.]
Optimus Prime! [gasps.]
STRONGARM: Lieutenant! [rumbling.]
[gasps.]
[gasps.]
[dramatic theme playing.]
No! [panting.]
Optimus Lieutenant, are you talking to the statue's head? Brain rust.
[knocks.]
- So sad.
- Show some respect! You can't turn left on Cybertron without breaking some law.
Cadet Strongarm, take Sideswipe down to the station for processing.
- Seriously? - Sir, ride-along regulation Uh, I'll meet you there.
Good plan, sir.
[vehicle horn honks.]
[rock music playing on radio.]
[humming along.]
Wha? - Rusty! - It's Russell.
Come on, son.
You're not that grown up.
Not yet.
Hey, we're going to have a blast and a half - while you're mom's away working in - Copenhagen? You know, a real city? Like the one across the river? [scoffs.]
I never get into Crown City.
I We have everything we need right here.
[bird screeches.]
- Except excitement.
- Aw, Rust Russell.
I still have a lot of the stuff you used to love playing with.
Because you won't sell anything.
And check this out.
It's the 14th Street Diner.
They were gonna tear it down, so I had it moved here piece by piece.
[clanks.]
Isn't it awesome? It's kinda weird.
Like living in a scrap yard.
Please.
Vintage salvage depot for the discriminating nostalgist.
[crashing.]
W-Was that an earthquake? [dramatic theme playing.]
Uhh.
May-d-d-day.
M-Mayday.
Welcome to the Cybertron History Museum.
- Do you need a map? - No, thank you.
[beeps.]
A Space Bridge.
Are these Earth coordinates? OPTIMUS PRIME: Bumblebee.
I knew you would understand.
Optimus? Is it really you? Where are you? I need you on Earth, Bumblebee.
A new mission.
A dire threat.
Me? Go there, and we shall speak again.
- Can't you tell me - STRONGARM: Lieutenant? Please take me to jail! This place is so much worse.
- Strongarm, I told you to - With all due respect, sir, regulation 201, section 4: a ride-along shall accompany a senior officer for an entire shift, no exceptions.
So [sighs.]
Okay.
I've been following a trail.
One that you two apparently can't see.
A trail laid out for me by Optimus Prime.
- The Optimus Prime? - Who is no longer alive? Optimus Prime wants to send us to Earth? I am so, so in! No, you're out.
It's a mission for me.
Alone.
[footsteps.]
[suspenseful theme playing.]
[whispers.]
Ah, guards.
I'll keep them busy.
Please see if there's a way to disable those stasis fields around the Space Bridge.
Tampering with museum property? Sir, you know that violates Protocol Section 116, Paragraph He's Bumblebee.
He must have a good reason, right? You're a punk.
You know how to take out - security systems, don't you? - No! Maybe.
NEWS ANCHOR: Experts say the tremor downtown Crown City just experienced was from a low-level sonic boom just across the river.
Scientists suspect a meteor might have finished burning up while passing through Earth's atmosphere.
Meteor? Exploration time.
You mean "wander through the woods looking for a sliver of rock that probably isn't there" time? [bell dings.]
We'll have to go treasure hunting later.
That's my 9:00 a.
m.
He wants to sell a full set of life-size aluminum Billy the Breakfast Beaver figures.
Wanna help your old man close the deal? Uh, why don't I go see if I can find that meteor? Divide and conquer.
Great plan.
[door opens and closes.]
[sighs.]
[dramatic theme playing.]
Okay, stay calm, speak clearly.
[clears throat.]
Mayday.
Mayday, Cybertron Control.
If you can hear me, this is maximum security prison ship Alchemor.
We have crashed on an unknown planet.
Many of the containment pods were disengaged, but the one I can see still appears to be intact, so I'm hopeful none of the prisoners has Uh, Control? Updating that last report - Hey, all clear back there.
- Wait, aren't you Bumblebee? - You're working here now? - Yeah, just started today.
- STRONGARM: No, disable that relay.
- SIDESWIPE: Don't touch! - You guys are the real heroes.
- What's going on? [Bumblebee grunts.]
[all grunting.]
Intruder doing a bad impersonation of Bumblebee.
- Send backup.
- Bad impersonation? Uhh! [suspenseful theme playing.]
Optimus? Could we maybe move that next chat up to right now? Take it easy.
Mine's set on stun.
[gasps.]
[beeping.]
- Lieutenant Bumblebee, we did it.
- No, I did it.
And with a giant paperweight strapped to my arm.
Thank you both.
Now stand back.
[beeping.]
Strongarm, tell the guards you tried to stop me.
Sideswipe, find another hobby.
Okay? [suspenseful theme playing.]
[gunfire.]
BUMBLEBEE: Earth.
STRONGARM: Earth! What are you doing? What's he doing here? Oh.
The punk Forgot all about him.
Look, I can't be responsible for you both while I'm Strongarm, go back through! The Space Bridge is gonna close any - Sir, ride-along regs.
I'm with you.
- [sighs.]
Uncuff Sideswipe! - Yeah, uncuff Sideswipe! - I know I have violated protocol, and I will fill out all the paperwork when - Move it, Sideswipe! - Back to hassle planet Cybertron? Forget that.
And forget you two.
[Space Bridge closes.]
[sighs.]
And I'm stranded on Earth with two teenagers.
[sighs.]
Let's get after him.
- I can't believe I'm really here, sir! - Me either.
[dramatic theme playing.]
[reading aloud.]
[sighs.]
Long time ago.
[ominous theme playing.]
Mayday.
For the 342nd time, mayday.
This is Fixit, caretaker Mini-Con for the Cybertron max-security prison ship Alchemor, still on doo-doo.
[whirring.]
STRONGARM: Doo-doo? Duty, ma'am.
[clank.]
Oh, it's so good to see Cybertronian grills after all these years! W-Where's your squadron? I'm afraid we're it.
We didn't know you'd be here.
I'm Lieutenant Bumblebee.
This is Cadet Strongarm.
I'm Fixit, sir.
And this is uh, was the prison ship Alchemor, bearing Cybertron's most wanted Decepticons.
Now, I've reconned the crash site, and we're missing most of our stasis cells.
Several nearby have ruptured, their inmates are presumably at large.
- How many is several? - Oh, a couple of hundred.
In fact, this is the only pod still intactition.
Intachometer.
Unh.
Intact.
[pounding.]
And its cryo-stasis mechanism - may be a wee bit damaged too.
- [beeping.]
Fixit? Right.
Uh, tracking system just rebooted, sir.
I can't lock onto the prisoners' locator chips but I'm definitely getting a Cybertronian life signal.
Odds are it's a fooditive.
Uh, fugitive! Uh, more likely it's Sideswipe.
All right, Fixit, stay here and continue repairs.
Strongarm, with me.
You're leaving? But I don't know your favorite colors.
And you don't know mine.
It's red! Call me! [mysterious theme playing.]
Hello! [voice echoing.]
Hello! [voice echoing.]
RUSSELL: Hello! [both scream.]
- What are you? - What are you? [creature growling.]
[both in unison.]
What is that? [roaring.]
This isn't happening.
Nothing happens here.
Nothing like this happens anywhere! Hey, crazy meeting someone else from Cybertron way out here.
A Decepticon.
That's cool.
[whispers.]
Be ready to roll.
[normal voice.]
I'm Sideswipe.
And you are? Underbite.
Heard of me? - You ever been to Nuon City? - No That's 'cause I ate it! [roars.]
[suspenseful theme playing.]
[roars.]
[snarls.]
Little more juice never hurt anyone.
Ah.
Oh, yeah.
[kissing.]
Beautiful! [panting.]
[yells.]
[gasps.]
[suspenseful theme playing.]
Aren't there any clearings on this stupid planet? Follow me! Wait.
Now we're out in the open.
- How's this better? - Now I have room to do this.
[dramatic theme playing.]
Whoa [rustling.]
[roars.]
Yeah, transforming into a car will make a huge difference.
Hello! I ate a whole city! - SIDESWIPE: Get in.
- To you? UNDERBITE: Come here! [roars.]
- Seat belt? - SIDESWIPE: You're gonna need it.
Aah! I knew that if I worked hard and followed the rules, I might someday receive an assignment on Earth.
Sideswipe just caught a break he doesn't deserve.
First of all, this isn't an assignment, Strongarm, it's a mistake.
Second, go easy on Sideswipe.
He's an okay kid, he just needs some guidance, and [honking.]
Wonderful.
We've been here less than an hour, and he's already revealed himself to a human.
Oh, so that's a human? [tapping.]
SIDESWIPE: Run! [roaring.]
I know what you're thinking.
Is that tall, dark and handsome really Underbite, devourer of Nuon City? [grunts.]
No one recognizes me? [suspenseful theme playing.]
STRONGARM: Sideswipe, what did you say to him? Hey, you're back! [Underbite roars.]
[roars.]
- Human! - Russell.
Get behind that stasis cell.
Fixit, stay with him.
What's a stasis cell? [suspenseful theme playing.]
[pounding.]
[grunts.]
I hear fighting! Who's fighting? I wanna fight! - Back in your cell.
Back! - Ow! [Underbite roaring.]
Watch it.
Look out.
[roars.]
Strongarm, Sideswipe, fan out! [both grunt.]
[grunts.]
[both yelling.]
Ah, my old stasis pod.
Should give me a little boost.
Mmm Feeling the burn! GRIMLOCK: Hey.
Aren't you Underbite, the 'Con who ate that city? Finally! What gave me away? - The muscles? - The smell.
[growls.]
[suspenseful theme playing.]
[grunts.]
How's that smell, you little Huh? Where'd he go? [ding.]
Mm [chuckles.]
Heading for hugeness [dramatic theme playing.]
Fixit, I assume that was one of your escaped prisoners.
- Fixit? - Yes, sir.
[beeping.]
FIXIT: A Chompazoid named Underbite.
The more metal a Chompazoid consumes, - the more powerful it becomes.
- So it's not good that he's headed for a metal graveyard, then.
STRONGARM: If Underbite gets all that into his jaws, we'll never bring him down.
RUSSELL: Wait, do you mean the scrap yard? My Dad's in there!
My name is Bumblebee, and I keep the peace around here.
Try to, anyway.
DISPATCHER: We have a 2-1-1 in progress.
[suspenseful theme playing.]
[engines revving.]
Get it in gear, Cadet Strongarm.
Whatever we're doing, I am honored.
After all, you were there, right alongside Optimus Prime.
But? It's just, after all you and Optimus did for Cybertron, I'm surprised you weren't made something more prestigious than a street cop.
[sighs.]
That has to be our disturbance.
[suspenseful theme playing.]
In front of the Optimus statue! - That punk is going down.
- That punk is Sideswipe, and while he's about as exciting as this job gets, he's not actually dangerous.
I'll just [gasps.]
[dramatic theme playing.]
- Sir? What is it? - D-Do you see that? That's okay, Lieutenant, you meditate.
I'll handle this perp.
[dramatic theme playing.]
Optimus? BUMBLEBEE: Earth? Stop, or I'll Aah! SIDESWIPE: [laughs.]
Eat my exhaust? Whoo! [grunts.]
- Whoo! All right! Ha, ha, yeah! - Pull over! [grunts.]
[grunts.]
Oof.
W-What? You crazy? [rumbling.]
[dramatic theme playing.]
Optimus Prime! [gasps.]
STRONGARM: Lieutenant! [rumbling.]
[gasps.]
[gasps.]
[dramatic theme playing.]
No! [panting.]
Optimus Lieutenant, are you talking to the statue's head? Brain rust.
[knocks.]
- So sad.
- Show some respect! You can't turn left on Cybertron without breaking some law.
Cadet Strongarm, take Sideswipe down to the station for processing.
- Seriously? - Sir, ride-along regulation Uh, I'll meet you there.
Good plan, sir.
[vehicle horn honks.]
[rock music playing on radio.]
[humming along.]
Wha? - Rusty! - It's Russell.
Come on, son.
You're not that grown up.
Not yet.
Hey, we're going to have a blast and a half - while you're mom's away working in - Copenhagen? You know, a real city? Like the one across the river? [scoffs.]
I never get into Crown City.
I We have everything we need right here.
[bird screeches.]
- Except excitement.
- Aw, Rust Russell.
I still have a lot of the stuff you used to love playing with.
Because you won't sell anything.
And check this out.
It's the 14th Street Diner.
They were gonna tear it down, so I had it moved here piece by piece.
[clanks.]
Isn't it awesome? It's kinda weird.
Like living in a scrap yard.
Please.
Vintage salvage depot for the discriminating nostalgist.
[crashing.]
W-Was that an earthquake? [dramatic theme playing.]
Uhh.
May-d-d-day.
M-Mayday.
Welcome to the Cybertron History Museum.
- Do you need a map? - No, thank you.
[beeps.]
A Space Bridge.
Are these Earth coordinates? OPTIMUS PRIME: Bumblebee.
I knew you would understand.
Optimus? Is it really you? Where are you? I need you on Earth, Bumblebee.
A new mission.
A dire threat.
Me? Go there, and we shall speak again.
- Can't you tell me - STRONGARM: Lieutenant? Please take me to jail! This place is so much worse.
- Strongarm, I told you to - With all due respect, sir, regulation 201, section 4: a ride-along shall accompany a senior officer for an entire shift, no exceptions.
So [sighs.]
Okay.
I've been following a trail.
One that you two apparently can't see.
A trail laid out for me by Optimus Prime.
- The Optimus Prime? - Who is no longer alive? Optimus Prime wants to send us to Earth? I am so, so in! No, you're out.
It's a mission for me.
Alone.
[footsteps.]
[suspenseful theme playing.]
[whispers.]
Ah, guards.
I'll keep them busy.
Please see if there's a way to disable those stasis fields around the Space Bridge.
Tampering with museum property? Sir, you know that violates Protocol Section 116, Paragraph He's Bumblebee.
He must have a good reason, right? You're a punk.
You know how to take out - security systems, don't you? - No! Maybe.
NEWS ANCHOR: Experts say the tremor downtown Crown City just experienced was from a low-level sonic boom just across the river.
Scientists suspect a meteor might have finished burning up while passing through Earth's atmosphere.
Meteor? Exploration time.
You mean "wander through the woods looking for a sliver of rock that probably isn't there" time? [bell dings.]
We'll have to go treasure hunting later.
That's my 9:00 a.
m.
He wants to sell a full set of life-size aluminum Billy the Breakfast Beaver figures.
Wanna help your old man close the deal? Uh, why don't I go see if I can find that meteor? Divide and conquer.
Great plan.
[door opens and closes.]
[sighs.]
[dramatic theme playing.]
Okay, stay calm, speak clearly.
[clears throat.]
Mayday.
Mayday, Cybertron Control.
If you can hear me, this is maximum security prison ship Alchemor.
We have crashed on an unknown planet.
Many of the containment pods were disengaged, but the one I can see still appears to be intact, so I'm hopeful none of the prisoners has Uh, Control? Updating that last report - Hey, all clear back there.
- Wait, aren't you Bumblebee? - You're working here now? - Yeah, just started today.
- STRONGARM: No, disable that relay.
- SIDESWIPE: Don't touch! - You guys are the real heroes.
- What's going on? [Bumblebee grunts.]
[all grunting.]
Intruder doing a bad impersonation of Bumblebee.
- Send backup.
- Bad impersonation? Uhh! [suspenseful theme playing.]
Optimus? Could we maybe move that next chat up to right now? Take it easy.
Mine's set on stun.
[gasps.]
[beeping.]
- Lieutenant Bumblebee, we did it.
- No, I did it.
And with a giant paperweight strapped to my arm.
Thank you both.
Now stand back.
[beeping.]
Strongarm, tell the guards you tried to stop me.
Sideswipe, find another hobby.
Okay? [suspenseful theme playing.]
[gunfire.]
BUMBLEBEE: Earth.
STRONGARM: Earth! What are you doing? What's he doing here? Oh.
The punk Forgot all about him.
Look, I can't be responsible for you both while I'm Strongarm, go back through! The Space Bridge is gonna close any - Sir, ride-along regs.
I'm with you.
- [sighs.]
Uncuff Sideswipe! - Yeah, uncuff Sideswipe! - I know I have violated protocol, and I will fill out all the paperwork when - Move it, Sideswipe! - Back to hassle planet Cybertron? Forget that.
And forget you two.
[Space Bridge closes.]
[sighs.]
And I'm stranded on Earth with two teenagers.
[sighs.]
Let's get after him.
- I can't believe I'm really here, sir! - Me either.
[dramatic theme playing.]
[reading aloud.]
[sighs.]
Long time ago.
[ominous theme playing.]
Mayday.
For the 342nd time, mayday.
This is Fixit, caretaker Mini-Con for the Cybertron max-security prison ship Alchemor, still on doo-doo.
[whirring.]
STRONGARM: Doo-doo? Duty, ma'am.
[clank.]
Oh, it's so good to see Cybertronian grills after all these years! W-Where's your squadron? I'm afraid we're it.
We didn't know you'd be here.
I'm Lieutenant Bumblebee.
This is Cadet Strongarm.
I'm Fixit, sir.
And this is uh, was the prison ship Alchemor, bearing Cybertron's most wanted Decepticons.
Now, I've reconned the crash site, and we're missing most of our stasis cells.
Several nearby have ruptured, their inmates are presumably at large.
- How many is several? - Oh, a couple of hundred.
In fact, this is the only pod still intactition.
Intachometer.
Unh.
Intact.
[pounding.]
And its cryo-stasis mechanism - may be a wee bit damaged too.
- [beeping.]
Fixit? Right.
Uh, tracking system just rebooted, sir.
I can't lock onto the prisoners' locator chips but I'm definitely getting a Cybertronian life signal.
Odds are it's a fooditive.
Uh, fugitive! Uh, more likely it's Sideswipe.
All right, Fixit, stay here and continue repairs.
Strongarm, with me.
You're leaving? But I don't know your favorite colors.
And you don't know mine.
It's red! Call me! [mysterious theme playing.]
Hello! [voice echoing.]
Hello! [voice echoing.]
RUSSELL: Hello! [both scream.]
- What are you? - What are you? [creature growling.]
[both in unison.]
What is that? [roaring.]
This isn't happening.
Nothing happens here.
Nothing like this happens anywhere! Hey, crazy meeting someone else from Cybertron way out here.
A Decepticon.
That's cool.
[whispers.]
Be ready to roll.
[normal voice.]
I'm Sideswipe.
And you are? Underbite.
Heard of me? - You ever been to Nuon City? - No That's 'cause I ate it! [roars.]
[suspenseful theme playing.]
[roars.]
[snarls.]
Little more juice never hurt anyone.
Ah.
Oh, yeah.
[kissing.]
Beautiful! [panting.]
[yells.]
[gasps.]
[suspenseful theme playing.]
Aren't there any clearings on this stupid planet? Follow me! Wait.
Now we're out in the open.
- How's this better? - Now I have room to do this.
[dramatic theme playing.]
Whoa [rustling.]
[roars.]
Yeah, transforming into a car will make a huge difference.
Hello! I ate a whole city! - SIDESWIPE: Get in.
- To you? UNDERBITE: Come here! [roars.]
- Seat belt? - SIDESWIPE: You're gonna need it.
Aah! I knew that if I worked hard and followed the rules, I might someday receive an assignment on Earth.
Sideswipe just caught a break he doesn't deserve.
First of all, this isn't an assignment, Strongarm, it's a mistake.
Second, go easy on Sideswipe.
He's an okay kid, he just needs some guidance, and [honking.]
Wonderful.
We've been here less than an hour, and he's already revealed himself to a human.
Oh, so that's a human? [tapping.]
SIDESWIPE: Run! [roaring.]
I know what you're thinking.
Is that tall, dark and handsome really Underbite, devourer of Nuon City? [grunts.]
No one recognizes me? [suspenseful theme playing.]
STRONGARM: Sideswipe, what did you say to him? Hey, you're back! [Underbite roars.]
[roars.]
- Human! - Russell.
Get behind that stasis cell.
Fixit, stay with him.
What's a stasis cell? [suspenseful theme playing.]
[pounding.]
[grunts.]
I hear fighting! Who's fighting? I wanna fight! - Back in your cell.
Back! - Ow! [Underbite roaring.]
Watch it.
Look out.
[roars.]
Strongarm, Sideswipe, fan out! [both grunt.]
[grunts.]
[both yelling.]
Ah, my old stasis pod.
Should give me a little boost.
Mmm Feeling the burn! GRIMLOCK: Hey.
Aren't you Underbite, the 'Con who ate that city? Finally! What gave me away? - The muscles? - The smell.
[growls.]
[suspenseful theme playing.]
[grunts.]
How's that smell, you little Huh? Where'd he go? [ding.]
Mm [chuckles.]
Heading for hugeness [dramatic theme playing.]
Fixit, I assume that was one of your escaped prisoners.
- Fixit? - Yes, sir.
[beeping.]
FIXIT: A Chompazoid named Underbite.
The more metal a Chompazoid consumes, - the more powerful it becomes.
- So it's not good that he's headed for a metal graveyard, then.
STRONGARM: If Underbite gets all that into his jaws, we'll never bring him down.
RUSSELL: Wait, do you mean the scrap yard? My Dad's in there!