Beast Wars: Transformers (1996) s01e04 Episode Script
Equal Measures
( dramatic theme playing )
( roars )
Beast Wars
( dramatic rock theme playing )
Beast Wars
( suspenseful theme playing )
( thunder crashing )
Optimus to command center: scrub the mission.
Looks like one extremely ill wind is blowing our way.
Command center, do you read?
( suspenseful theme playing )
( posts beep )
Ah, that does it.
Survey posts are ready for duty.
Mm, any word from Optimus?
Nah, not a flicker.
This storm's trashing the comm links worse than usual.
And that's bad enough.
This mission is too critical
to be interrupted by a minor variation of weather.
( growls )
Who took the synchro laser?
Allow me.
( gasps )
( grunts ) Why you little
The bomb! Watch out!
Some sort of trouble?
( grunts )
Hey, big bot.
( growls )
We're just locking down the old big ba-bang here.
One last adjustment and ( beeps )
There. We're set to blast that Predacon base back into orbit,
as space debris.
( bomb whirring )
( gasps )
( yelps )
( bomb powers down )
Put it to bed. We're stalled.
What? You're kidding.
What are you talking about?
Hey, it's just a crossed quasar circuit. I can fix it.
That storm will hit us within the hour.
An hour? Not a problem, fellow beast.
I can outrun anything the skies can dish.
Sorry, Cheetor, it's too risky.
The placement of those survey posts
must be thoroughly calculated to avoid contact
with any underground energon deposits.
I'm not just some dippy cub, you know.
I can do this. Try having some faith in me for once.
As much as you prefer to think so, Cheetor,
this isn't about you.
( tense theme playing )
And does it matter if we blow some energon?
Maybe it will take a few Predacons with it.
Well, that is what we want, is it not?
This mission, Dinobot, is to gain tactical advantage
by taking out their base.
Defeating them does not mean we have to annihilate them.
You seem to have trouble understanding that.
What I understand is this.
If situations were reversed,
Megatron would spare the base and annihilate us.
Ah. This eagerness of yours to scrap Megatron
is clouding your judgment.
We are at war, Optimus. War.
I think it is your judgment that is clouded.
( Dinobot growls )
( tense theme playing )
Optimus. They're harmless little scanning relays.
All they're supposed to do is detect Pred energy signatures.
Right, Rhinox?
I'm with Optimus on this one.
Energon's an untested variable.
We gotta be careful.
( tense theme playing )
Come in.
Come to chew my tail for fritzing that bomb?
No. I am confident you can fix it,
just as I am confident you could beat the storm
and plant those survey posts.
Well, then you're the only one who thinks so.
Hm, do not mind Optimus.
To him, you are a mere child,
incapable of handling such an important task.
Like you said, he has no faith.
Yeah, well, I could show him a thing or two.
Then why not do so?
What?
You have mapped every energon deposit
for 500 meters.
And your land speed is unequalled.
In fact, you are the only one who could pull off this mission.
( thunder rumbling )
( dramatic theme playing )
Maximize!
( dramatic theme playing )
( grunts )
Beast mode!
Aah! Unh!
Was that supposed to scare me?
Yup!
( suspenseful theme playing )
( growls )
Whoa!
( panting )
( growls )
( screams )
Uh-oh. Energon.
And it's gonna blow!
( dramatic theme playing )
Aah! Ow!
( grunting )
( gasps )
( ominous theme playing )
Say, perhaps by chance an intruder?
Ah, slag. Just storm interference.
Should have known no Maximal would be stupid enough
to try anything on a day like this.
Okay, so you wanna play rough, eh?
( grunting )
( whirring )
( screeches )
( grunts )
Whoa. What's new, pussycat?
Did I get fried? Is this--
( Terrorsaur laughing )
Welcome to the dark side.
Terrorsaur, terrorize!
( screeches )
Cheetor, maximi-- Did that already.
( dramatic rock theme playing )
( grunts )
( engine revs )
( grunting )
( sighs )
( tense theme playing )
I heard you were fast, kitty.
You don't seem so swift to me.
Yeah? Just wait till I get in shape.
Beast mode!
( growls )
( Terrorsaur screeches )
Whoa. Cool.
Uh-oh.
Scorponok, terrorize!
Waspinator, terrorize!
( buzzing )
( dramatic rock theme playing )
CHEETOR: Whoa!
Yeah.
Thanks for showing me the way out, you lamers.
He's gone into the vents.
You better report this to Megatron.
Me? You're second in command.
So? Make it an order.
Uh, where'd he go?
Where'd I go?
Welcome to enemy arms, my former comrade.
I hope you'll enjoy your stay.
Dinobot, maximize!
I don't know how you brought me here, traitor,
but prepare to stain the deck!
( growls )
Wait.
Could it be that an accident of technology and nature
has actually created a transporter?
Hmm, Terrorsaur,
perhaps a truce is in order.
A transporter. Oh, yeah!
So that's how that kid cat ended up in our base.
And you here. Interesting development.
Yeah. Yes.
Say, we could turn a truce into an alliance, Dinobot!
An alliance?
To what end?
Think of the cosmic magnificence.
Together, we'll overthrow
these low-grade metal knockoffs you've joined,
and then rule the Predacons with two iron fists!
Nothing can stop us!
( ominous theme playing )
( panting )
( dramatic theme playing )
I have him. I have him!
( dramatic rock theme playing )
Shredded or sizzled?
What a choice.
( dramatic rock theme playing )
( yowls )
( both yell )
Cheetor, maximize!
Yow!
Bullet train!
Whoa! Unh!
Coming through.
And by simply coming in contact
with the communication console,
this initiated the transport?
That's all I did. Nothing to it.
Excellent.
Then I shall have no difficulty
duplicating the procedure without you.
What? Hey!
Hey, what are you doing? We're partners!
In case you had not realized, needle-nose,
I am not a team player.
( flushes ) Aah!
( screeching )
( growls )
Dinobot, the survey posts are missing,
as is Cheetor.
Do you know anything about it?
Ah, so that's what he was doing out there.
What are you talking about?
I overhead a Predacon communication.
A lightning strike on the sensor posts
has had the unexpected result
of transporting Cheetor into the Predacon base.
Regrettable, yes.
He has surely been destroyed by Megatron.
No!
But take heart in the fact
that through the cat's ultimate sacrifice,
we have been furnished with a way to defeat them.
How?
Somehow the relay posts, the storm and the energon
have all conspired to create a transporter
which connects our comm room to theirs.
We can beam the explosive right into the heart
of Megatron's lair.
Well, as long as I'm here, I might as well roll with it.
Heh, maybe finger some facts like copping their maps
of surrounding energon deposits.
Hold it, hold it, hold it!
Oh, man. Show maximum perimetal grid map.
Add surrounding energon deposits.
( Cheetor growls )
The same energon vein runs under both bases.
And explosion at either base would destroy us all.
Make copy.
I gotta warn Optimus.
SCORPONOK: There he is!
Whoa!
( panting )
( Cheetor growls )
Get out of the way, you--
( both grunt )
OPTIMUS: Wait.
You're positive the detonation countdown
will give the Predacons time to flee the base?
They shall have 30 seconds.
Any more and they might be able to disarm it.
( sighs )
Proceed.
Hm
Okay, let's take this kiddie home.
Holy cat's meow.
It's the bomb.
What is it?
A data disk.
( sniffs )
And it has Cheetor's scent.
Play this, now.
Oh, they sent the bomb! ( bomb beeping )
I gotta get it out of here before it blows both bases.
Freeze, freckles!
It's as I said, Megatron. One bomb, COD.
Do not attempt to escape, young one.
Terrorsaur, disarm it.
There's no time.
He's right.
It's anchored down and gonna blow in 20 seconds!
I can release the anchors. Let me at it.
Hm
Come on. You'd rather be vaped?
BOMB: Ten. Nine.
Eight. Do it.
Come on. Remember me? Old fumble fingers?
Five.
Four. Go!
Three.
Two.
( bomb beeping ) One.
( Terrorsaur screeches )
And now, for you.
Sorry, this cat's gotta scat.
( Terrorsaur screeches )
( grunts )
Ah, slag.
Hiya, cats. Miss me?
( mellow theme playing )
RHINOX: Hey Cheetor, we got your disk.
You saved us from ourselves, son.
Thanks.
Yeah, heh. You may have stepped in it, kid,
but you came out smelling like a rose.
All part of being perfect.
( growls )
Sorry for disobeying your order, big bot.
You don't need to earn my respect, Cheetor.
You've always had it.
And you did end up saving the day.
But be warned: if you ever pull a stunt like that again,
I'll have your tail in a sling.
Okay, okay. I'll never do that again.
Until the next time.
( both chuckle )
( sighs )
( chuckles )
( all laughing )
Beast Wars
( dramatic theme playing )
( roars )
Beast Wars
( dramatic rock theme playing )
Beast Wars
( suspenseful theme playing )
( thunder crashing )
Optimus to command center: scrub the mission.
Looks like one extremely ill wind is blowing our way.
Command center, do you read?
( suspenseful theme playing )
( posts beep )
Ah, that does it.
Survey posts are ready for duty.
Mm, any word from Optimus?
Nah, not a flicker.
This storm's trashing the comm links worse than usual.
And that's bad enough.
This mission is too critical
to be interrupted by a minor variation of weather.
( growls )
Who took the synchro laser?
Allow me.
( gasps )
( grunts ) Why you little
The bomb! Watch out!
Some sort of trouble?
( grunts )
Hey, big bot.
( growls )
We're just locking down the old big ba-bang here.
One last adjustment and ( beeps )
There. We're set to blast that Predacon base back into orbit,
as space debris.
( bomb whirring )
( gasps )
( yelps )
( bomb powers down )
Put it to bed. We're stalled.
What? You're kidding.
What are you talking about?
Hey, it's just a crossed quasar circuit. I can fix it.
That storm will hit us within the hour.
An hour? Not a problem, fellow beast.
I can outrun anything the skies can dish.
Sorry, Cheetor, it's too risky.
The placement of those survey posts
must be thoroughly calculated to avoid contact
with any underground energon deposits.
I'm not just some dippy cub, you know.
I can do this. Try having some faith in me for once.
As much as you prefer to think so, Cheetor,
this isn't about you.
( tense theme playing )
And does it matter if we blow some energon?
Maybe it will take a few Predacons with it.
Well, that is what we want, is it not?
This mission, Dinobot, is to gain tactical advantage
by taking out their base.
Defeating them does not mean we have to annihilate them.
You seem to have trouble understanding that.
What I understand is this.
If situations were reversed,
Megatron would spare the base and annihilate us.
Ah. This eagerness of yours to scrap Megatron
is clouding your judgment.
We are at war, Optimus. War.
I think it is your judgment that is clouded.
( Dinobot growls )
( tense theme playing )
Optimus. They're harmless little scanning relays.
All they're supposed to do is detect Pred energy signatures.
Right, Rhinox?
I'm with Optimus on this one.
Energon's an untested variable.
We gotta be careful.
( tense theme playing )
Come in.
Come to chew my tail for fritzing that bomb?
No. I am confident you can fix it,
just as I am confident you could beat the storm
and plant those survey posts.
Well, then you're the only one who thinks so.
Hm, do not mind Optimus.
To him, you are a mere child,
incapable of handling such an important task.
Like you said, he has no faith.
Yeah, well, I could show him a thing or two.
Then why not do so?
What?
You have mapped every energon deposit
for 500 meters.
And your land speed is unequalled.
In fact, you are the only one who could pull off this mission.
( thunder rumbling )
( dramatic theme playing )
Maximize!
( dramatic theme playing )
( grunts )
Beast mode!
Aah! Unh!
Was that supposed to scare me?
Yup!
( suspenseful theme playing )
( growls )
Whoa!
( panting )
( growls )
( screams )
Uh-oh. Energon.
And it's gonna blow!
( dramatic theme playing )
Aah! Ow!
( grunting )
( gasps )
( ominous theme playing )
Say, perhaps by chance an intruder?
Ah, slag. Just storm interference.
Should have known no Maximal would be stupid enough
to try anything on a day like this.
Okay, so you wanna play rough, eh?
( grunting )
( whirring )
( screeches )
( grunts )
Whoa. What's new, pussycat?
Did I get fried? Is this--
( Terrorsaur laughing )
Welcome to the dark side.
Terrorsaur, terrorize!
( screeches )
Cheetor, maximi-- Did that already.
( dramatic rock theme playing )
( grunts )
( engine revs )
( grunting )
( sighs )
( tense theme playing )
I heard you were fast, kitty.
You don't seem so swift to me.
Yeah? Just wait till I get in shape.
Beast mode!
( growls )
( Terrorsaur screeches )
Whoa. Cool.
Uh-oh.
Scorponok, terrorize!
Waspinator, terrorize!
( buzzing )
( dramatic rock theme playing )
CHEETOR: Whoa!
Yeah.
Thanks for showing me the way out, you lamers.
He's gone into the vents.
You better report this to Megatron.
Me? You're second in command.
So? Make it an order.
Uh, where'd he go?
Where'd I go?
Welcome to enemy arms, my former comrade.
I hope you'll enjoy your stay.
Dinobot, maximize!
I don't know how you brought me here, traitor,
but prepare to stain the deck!
( growls )
Wait.
Could it be that an accident of technology and nature
has actually created a transporter?
Hmm, Terrorsaur,
perhaps a truce is in order.
A transporter. Oh, yeah!
So that's how that kid cat ended up in our base.
And you here. Interesting development.
Yeah. Yes.
Say, we could turn a truce into an alliance, Dinobot!
An alliance?
To what end?
Think of the cosmic magnificence.
Together, we'll overthrow
these low-grade metal knockoffs you've joined,
and then rule the Predacons with two iron fists!
Nothing can stop us!
( ominous theme playing )
( panting )
( dramatic theme playing )
I have him. I have him!
( dramatic rock theme playing )
Shredded or sizzled?
What a choice.
( dramatic rock theme playing )
( yowls )
( both yell )
Cheetor, maximize!
Yow!
Bullet train!
Whoa! Unh!
Coming through.
And by simply coming in contact
with the communication console,
this initiated the transport?
That's all I did. Nothing to it.
Excellent.
Then I shall have no difficulty
duplicating the procedure without you.
What? Hey!
Hey, what are you doing? We're partners!
In case you had not realized, needle-nose,
I am not a team player.
( flushes ) Aah!
( screeching )
( growls )
Dinobot, the survey posts are missing,
as is Cheetor.
Do you know anything about it?
Ah, so that's what he was doing out there.
What are you talking about?
I overhead a Predacon communication.
A lightning strike on the sensor posts
has had the unexpected result
of transporting Cheetor into the Predacon base.
Regrettable, yes.
He has surely been destroyed by Megatron.
No!
But take heart in the fact
that through the cat's ultimate sacrifice,
we have been furnished with a way to defeat them.
How?
Somehow the relay posts, the storm and the energon
have all conspired to create a transporter
which connects our comm room to theirs.
We can beam the explosive right into the heart
of Megatron's lair.
Well, as long as I'm here, I might as well roll with it.
Heh, maybe finger some facts like copping their maps
of surrounding energon deposits.
Hold it, hold it, hold it!
Oh, man. Show maximum perimetal grid map.
Add surrounding energon deposits.
( Cheetor growls )
The same energon vein runs under both bases.
And explosion at either base would destroy us all.
Make copy.
I gotta warn Optimus.
SCORPONOK: There he is!
Whoa!
( panting )
( Cheetor growls )
Get out of the way, you--
( both grunt )
OPTIMUS: Wait.
You're positive the detonation countdown
will give the Predacons time to flee the base?
They shall have 30 seconds.
Any more and they might be able to disarm it.
( sighs )
Proceed.
Hm
Okay, let's take this kiddie home.
Holy cat's meow.
It's the bomb.
What is it?
A data disk.
( sniffs )
And it has Cheetor's scent.
Play this, now.
Oh, they sent the bomb! ( bomb beeping )
I gotta get it out of here before it blows both bases.
Freeze, freckles!
It's as I said, Megatron. One bomb, COD.
Do not attempt to escape, young one.
Terrorsaur, disarm it.
There's no time.
He's right.
It's anchored down and gonna blow in 20 seconds!
I can release the anchors. Let me at it.
Hm
Come on. You'd rather be vaped?
BOMB: Ten. Nine.
Eight. Do it.
Come on. Remember me? Old fumble fingers?
Five.
Four. Go!
Three.
Two.
( bomb beeping ) One.
( Terrorsaur screeches )
And now, for you.
Sorry, this cat's gotta scat.
( Terrorsaur screeches )
( grunts )
Ah, slag.
Hiya, cats. Miss me?
( mellow theme playing )
RHINOX: Hey Cheetor, we got your disk.
You saved us from ourselves, son.
Thanks.
Yeah, heh. You may have stepped in it, kid,
but you came out smelling like a rose.
All part of being perfect.
( growls )
Sorry for disobeying your order, big bot.
You don't need to earn my respect, Cheetor.
You've always had it.
And you did end up saving the day.
But be warned: if you ever pull a stunt like that again,
I'll have your tail in a sling.
Okay, okay. I'll never do that again.
Until the next time.
( both chuckle )
( sighs )
( chuckles )
( all laughing )
Beast Wars
( dramatic theme playing )