Transformers Robots In Disguise (2015) s01e07 Episode Script
Collect 'Em All
1 [theme playing.]
Junior, you get the franks, we'll get the beans.
Let's make our eighth campout in eight nights something really special! [sighs.]
Save me.
Hashtag "family vacation.
" Ugh! [screeches.]
[tense theme playing.]
[screeches.]
Sleeping in motel tonight.
Hashtag "awesome!" Transformers Robots in disguise Robots in disguise [roars.]
# Robots in disguise # Robots in disguise BUMBLEBEE: This is Bumblebee and Grimlock.
No sign of the fugitive.
STRONGARM: Beta team leaving Sector 8 for Sector 9.
Zero contact, optical or auditory.
SIDESWIPE: [sighs.]
What Strongarm's trying to say is, we got zotz.
STRONGARM: What I'm doing is using language appropriate for Cybertronian law enforcers on duty, which Bee and I are.
Something I think you've all forgotten.
SIDESWIPE: Who's been putting shrapnel in her intake valve lately? Our Decepticon's signal keeps flopping copping dropping out.
Oh, wait.
It's back.
And on the move.
- STRONGARM: Alpha team, direct contact.
- SIDESWIPE: Party time! STRONGARM: Sideswipe, this is not a party, it's a pursuit.
Regulation 134, Section 2: "An officer shall not initiate a high-speed chase without" SIDESWIPE: You wanna follow rules, or the bad bot? STRONGARM: On Cybertron, we did both.
Know a rule for getting that thing down? Shiny.
[screeches.]
[doorbell jingles.]
The front gate.
Please let it be someone wanting to sell a pristine 8-track player.
STRONGARM [over radio.]
: Mayday! Officers under attack! [Strongarm groans.]
- Bumblebee, did you hear that? - BUMBLEBEE: We'll be there stat.
Denny! Whoa, hey, it's me.
Larry LaRue.
Hello, Larry.
What do you want? Well, I'm out of the collecting biz and hosting a new reality TV show, Scrapmeisters.
I search through people's junk for hidden treasure.
And I thought, who has more junk than my pal, Denny Clay? Actually, it's vintage memorabilia for the You wanna put my Dad on TV? You betcha, little man.
Your dad's scrapyard is legendary.
Maybe I'll even buy something, for old times' sake, because I'm dying My-My audience is dying to know.
What is in your collection, Scrapmeister Denny? Well, there's our magical closing gate.
Good seeing you, Larry! [screeches.]
[Sideswipe grunting.]
Polly wants to crack me! [screeches.]
Wings up, birdbrain.
Whoa! [screeches.]
[both grunt.]
BOTH [in unison.]
: Scrap! [grunts.]
[screeches.]
Who needs punching? Time to go back to your cage.
[screeches.]
[screeches.]
FILCH: Shiny.
[tense theme playing.]
[screams.]
I got it! I got it! I don't got it.
[groans.]
[Filch screeches.]
RUSSELL: Why'd you tell that guy you wouldn't be on his TV show? Don't you wanna be a star? Pardon the interruption, but I'm confused.
How would appearing on television induce stellar fusion? I mean, how would it make Denny a star? Son, I collect this stuff because I love it.
I don't have a burning desire to be rich and famous like Larry LaRue does.
And we have Autobots to hide.
We lost the fugitive.
Anything on the scanners? STRONGARM: Let's see the mug shots.
Fliers only.
- That's our fowl.
- Filch.
Compulsive thief.
Does it say future punch-taker? Because she's gonna be that too.
Seems she's been stealing everything from water tanks - to railroad switches and radar domes.
- And endangering humans.
Filch would already be in custody if Sideswipe hadn't broken Regulation 134, Section 2.
You have been a total freak about rules these last few cycles! We won't make any real progress here until we all go by the book! I didn't start it that time.
You're all witnesses.
[tender theme playing.]
Those your old citation logs from Cybertron? "Public rustiness.
Indecent transformation.
" You feeling homesick, Cadet? Just studying procedure, Sir.
Continuing my education.
[chuckles.]
When I first came to Earth, I missed Cybertron something awful.
Got a case of alloy hives.
Felt like I had tin flake under my armor.
Cybertron was the only home I'd ever known.
I knew how things worked there.
I wasn't sure I'd ever feel comfortable here.
How How did you get past that? I decided to think of being on Earth as a game.
With new rules to figure out.
Took a while, but it got easier, especially once I opened up to it.
[dramatic theme playing.]
[dramatic theme grows tense.]
[Filch screeches.]
- Filch is on the move.
- Strongarm, Sideswipe, let's go.
You too, Denny.
We may need you to help with civilians.
Sweet! I got my go-bag of disguises ready.
[dramatic theme playing.]
- Let's rumble! - Ah, not this time, Grim.
We'll be close to downtown and you don't No, no! I've been working on looking like an Earth-based vehicle.
Just hang on.
[clatter.]
One second.
Oh, you're gonna love this.
Almost done.
Check it out! I'm a truck.
Vroom-vroom! Honk-honk! [chuckles.]
Right? Yeah? Oh, come on! [tense theme playing.]
- Oh! [gasps.]
- Look! [screeches.]
[gasps.]
Quick, before she [screeches.]
BUMBLEBEE: That stays here! [Bumblebee grunting.]
Stabilize the bridge! Disaster protocols state that if more than one officer - is on the scene - Write me up later! Go! [grunting.]
Denny, don't let anyone back on the bridge! On it! [grunting.]
How do we fix this? Rules call for repair as soon as Can't worry about rules right now! Just brace the bridge! [grunting.]
[grunting.]
FILCH: Mine! Mine! Mine! [police siren wailing.]
- Look out! Hi, officer.
- What the heck is going on here? Nevada Flieber, from the Witchihoma County Exotic Bird Park, opening next May.
Could you set up a temporary roadblock? A roadblock? Why in the name of Sam Hill do we need a roadblock? One of our larger specimens got loose.
Our high-tech robot keepers will recapture it and take care of the bridge.
One roadblock, coming up! [engine revving.]
[police siren wailing.]
[Bumblebee and Filch grunting.]
FILCH: Mine! Mine! Hey, Russell, do customers usually come in - over the walls if the gate's not open? - Only if they're shady.
Okay, then I think you have a shady customer.
It's that TV guy.
Maybe we should let him film here.
I don't think your dad would behoove remove approve.
What if they see the Alchemor or Grimlock? Or me? Because if someone's going to see me, I should be detailed first.
Being on TV could mean more business for the scrapyard.
Then maybe Dad would sell some stuff, and we could move out of here.
And into Crown City! Block off this area and stay out of sight.
- I'll handle Mr.
LaRue.
- All right, but if he tries anything Dino-Destructo Double Drop! Boom! That's the device that induces stellar fusion? Oh, hey, little man.
Is, uh, your dad around? Nah, he had to go out.
I'm handling customers and, uh, TV interviews while he's away.
I'm Russell.
TV? Oh, right, terrific.
Russell, what can you tell us about the scrap-tastic collection here at Rusty Acres? - It's enormous and it's for sale.
- LARRY: Great, cut! You're a natural.
That's all we need from you.
Just gonna poke around, get some background video for the piece.
Hey, you just can't go off without a guide.
Bee! Bridge is clear! Anyone asks, you're a zookeeper.
Shiny.
[Bumblebee grunts.]
No, no, no, nooo! [Denny screams.]
Scrud! BUMBLEBEE [over radio.]
: Grimlock.
We need you.
Say it again.
Slower.
Just get over here! Wait! Can't just roar out of here with that human running around the scrapyard.
Wow! A Select-a-Soda 68! Never seen one up close before.
What is that?! [gasps.]
[groans.]
How'd I get back to the scrapyard? [gasps.]
[grunts.]
[groans.]
[screeches.]
Not shiny! [screeches.]
Listen, uh I'm a collector too just like you.
You like shiny stuff, right? I know where there's lots of shiny stuff.
Shiny? Straight out that way.
Big old recycling plant! - Shiny.
- Don't worry about me.
I'll I'll take good care of your treasure while you're gone.
Shiny! Really? Dead battery? Shouldn't have played so much Sudoku.
Gotta be something in here I can grab some juice from.
What's that? You mean you've never seen one of those old life-size remote controlled Neolithi-truck toys? [growls.]
Pfft! Seen one? I have three.
Then you know their activator sensors can get a little wonky.
I'll just, uh, shut this one down.
[Russell makes beeping sound.]
Oh! There's no way this induces stellar fusion.
There's no neutron igniter.
[gasps.]
Ahem, Fixit.
- Bee needs me.
- Go, before LaRue gets interested again.
Whatever you do, don't waste your time going that way.
That's the stuff my dad will never sell.
You recorded video of yourself on that camera! Scrap! Did it get my good side? [both grunting.]
- You two okay? - [grunts.]
Other than ignoring every disaster protocol ever written, we're great.
[dramatic theme playing.]
[car horn honking.]
[all grunting.]
Someone call about a bridge? [grunts.]
- I could do this all day.
- We don't have all day, team.
And neither does Denny.
[cell phone ringing.]
- How's it going out there? - Let's just say I need a ride.
Dad, I'm so sorry.
I let that TV guy in, and now there's footage of Fixit on his camera! DENNY: Calm down, Kiddo.
We can deal with that later.
Right now I need to get a message to Bumblebee.
Mr.
LaRue, I need to Mr.
LaRue? There's Denny, just like Fixit said.
BUMBLEBEE: Grimlock, how you holding up? Awesomely! I am literally holding up awesomely.
Huh? [gasps.]
- Slightly less awesomely now.
- Race you to the top.
Write him up, Strongarm.
Bee's cheating.
Both of you are violating Section [grunts.]
[dramatic theme playing.]
Just passing through.
Secure Denny! [screeches.]
[Bumblebee screams.]
Lieutenant! [gasps.]
[groans.]
[screeches.]
Mine! Hmm, mine.
[grunts.]
[both grunting.]
Bumblebee.
Regulation 1, Section 3: "A junior officer shall never disobey a direct order from a senior officer.
" [yells.]
Watch the birdie! [both grunt.]
I will never understand her.
- Ooh, shiny.
- Funny.
Look out below! You and Sideswipe take Filch and Denny back to the scrapyard.
I'll get this to Grimlock.
[grunting.]
BUMBLEBEE: So, how's your day going? Oh, Denny, the treasures you have I found things I've been after for years! Sell them to me now, or else I'll air my footage and every collector in the country will be knocking down your door.
Okay, Larry, you win.
On one condition.
You never darken my door again.
- It's a - RUSSELL: Two conditions.
Good call.
We need to know you'll keep your word.
Cough up the memory cards, Larry.
Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.
I know that stuff meant a lot to you, Dad.
I'm sorry.
Well, I may be a collector, Kiddo, but I know what's really valuable.
Besides, did he get all those pieces from Aisle 3? - Uh-huh.
- The best stuff's on Aisle 4! I'm going to figure out this star-making thing.
[tender theme playing.]
Amazing.
You broke protocol today, cadet, and I don't see any hives.
I realized that you and Grimlock and Fixit, even Sideswipe you're my ties to Cybertron.
More than any rulebook.
You're gonna be okay.
But that's not to say I won't be writing you all up.
Junior, you get the franks, we'll get the beans.
Let's make our eighth campout in eight nights something really special! [sighs.]
Save me.
Hashtag "family vacation.
" Ugh! [screeches.]
[tense theme playing.]
[screeches.]
Sleeping in motel tonight.
Hashtag "awesome!" Transformers Robots in disguise Robots in disguise [roars.]
# Robots in disguise # Robots in disguise BUMBLEBEE: This is Bumblebee and Grimlock.
No sign of the fugitive.
STRONGARM: Beta team leaving Sector 8 for Sector 9.
Zero contact, optical or auditory.
SIDESWIPE: [sighs.]
What Strongarm's trying to say is, we got zotz.
STRONGARM: What I'm doing is using language appropriate for Cybertronian law enforcers on duty, which Bee and I are.
Something I think you've all forgotten.
SIDESWIPE: Who's been putting shrapnel in her intake valve lately? Our Decepticon's signal keeps flopping copping dropping out.
Oh, wait.
It's back.
And on the move.
- STRONGARM: Alpha team, direct contact.
- SIDESWIPE: Party time! STRONGARM: Sideswipe, this is not a party, it's a pursuit.
Regulation 134, Section 2: "An officer shall not initiate a high-speed chase without" SIDESWIPE: You wanna follow rules, or the bad bot? STRONGARM: On Cybertron, we did both.
Know a rule for getting that thing down? Shiny.
[screeches.]
[doorbell jingles.]
The front gate.
Please let it be someone wanting to sell a pristine 8-track player.
STRONGARM [over radio.]
: Mayday! Officers under attack! [Strongarm groans.]
- Bumblebee, did you hear that? - BUMBLEBEE: We'll be there stat.
Denny! Whoa, hey, it's me.
Larry LaRue.
Hello, Larry.
What do you want? Well, I'm out of the collecting biz and hosting a new reality TV show, Scrapmeisters.
I search through people's junk for hidden treasure.
And I thought, who has more junk than my pal, Denny Clay? Actually, it's vintage memorabilia for the You wanna put my Dad on TV? You betcha, little man.
Your dad's scrapyard is legendary.
Maybe I'll even buy something, for old times' sake, because I'm dying My-My audience is dying to know.
What is in your collection, Scrapmeister Denny? Well, there's our magical closing gate.
Good seeing you, Larry! [screeches.]
[Sideswipe grunting.]
Polly wants to crack me! [screeches.]
Wings up, birdbrain.
Whoa! [screeches.]
[both grunt.]
BOTH [in unison.]
: Scrap! [grunts.]
[screeches.]
Who needs punching? Time to go back to your cage.
[screeches.]
[screeches.]
FILCH: Shiny.
[tense theme playing.]
[screams.]
I got it! I got it! I don't got it.
[groans.]
[Filch screeches.]
RUSSELL: Why'd you tell that guy you wouldn't be on his TV show? Don't you wanna be a star? Pardon the interruption, but I'm confused.
How would appearing on television induce stellar fusion? I mean, how would it make Denny a star? Son, I collect this stuff because I love it.
I don't have a burning desire to be rich and famous like Larry LaRue does.
And we have Autobots to hide.
We lost the fugitive.
Anything on the scanners? STRONGARM: Let's see the mug shots.
Fliers only.
- That's our fowl.
- Filch.
Compulsive thief.
Does it say future punch-taker? Because she's gonna be that too.
Seems she's been stealing everything from water tanks - to railroad switches and radar domes.
- And endangering humans.
Filch would already be in custody if Sideswipe hadn't broken Regulation 134, Section 2.
You have been a total freak about rules these last few cycles! We won't make any real progress here until we all go by the book! I didn't start it that time.
You're all witnesses.
[tender theme playing.]
Those your old citation logs from Cybertron? "Public rustiness.
Indecent transformation.
" You feeling homesick, Cadet? Just studying procedure, Sir.
Continuing my education.
[chuckles.]
When I first came to Earth, I missed Cybertron something awful.
Got a case of alloy hives.
Felt like I had tin flake under my armor.
Cybertron was the only home I'd ever known.
I knew how things worked there.
I wasn't sure I'd ever feel comfortable here.
How How did you get past that? I decided to think of being on Earth as a game.
With new rules to figure out.
Took a while, but it got easier, especially once I opened up to it.
[dramatic theme playing.]
[dramatic theme grows tense.]
[Filch screeches.]
- Filch is on the move.
- Strongarm, Sideswipe, let's go.
You too, Denny.
We may need you to help with civilians.
Sweet! I got my go-bag of disguises ready.
[dramatic theme playing.]
- Let's rumble! - Ah, not this time, Grim.
We'll be close to downtown and you don't No, no! I've been working on looking like an Earth-based vehicle.
Just hang on.
[clatter.]
One second.
Oh, you're gonna love this.
Almost done.
Check it out! I'm a truck.
Vroom-vroom! Honk-honk! [chuckles.]
Right? Yeah? Oh, come on! [tense theme playing.]
- Oh! [gasps.]
- Look! [screeches.]
[gasps.]
Quick, before she [screeches.]
BUMBLEBEE: That stays here! [Bumblebee grunting.]
Stabilize the bridge! Disaster protocols state that if more than one officer - is on the scene - Write me up later! Go! [grunting.]
Denny, don't let anyone back on the bridge! On it! [grunting.]
How do we fix this? Rules call for repair as soon as Can't worry about rules right now! Just brace the bridge! [grunting.]
[grunting.]
FILCH: Mine! Mine! Mine! [police siren wailing.]
- Look out! Hi, officer.
- What the heck is going on here? Nevada Flieber, from the Witchihoma County Exotic Bird Park, opening next May.
Could you set up a temporary roadblock? A roadblock? Why in the name of Sam Hill do we need a roadblock? One of our larger specimens got loose.
Our high-tech robot keepers will recapture it and take care of the bridge.
One roadblock, coming up! [engine revving.]
[police siren wailing.]
[Bumblebee and Filch grunting.]
FILCH: Mine! Mine! Hey, Russell, do customers usually come in - over the walls if the gate's not open? - Only if they're shady.
Okay, then I think you have a shady customer.
It's that TV guy.
Maybe we should let him film here.
I don't think your dad would behoove remove approve.
What if they see the Alchemor or Grimlock? Or me? Because if someone's going to see me, I should be detailed first.
Being on TV could mean more business for the scrapyard.
Then maybe Dad would sell some stuff, and we could move out of here.
And into Crown City! Block off this area and stay out of sight.
- I'll handle Mr.
LaRue.
- All right, but if he tries anything Dino-Destructo Double Drop! Boom! That's the device that induces stellar fusion? Oh, hey, little man.
Is, uh, your dad around? Nah, he had to go out.
I'm handling customers and, uh, TV interviews while he's away.
I'm Russell.
TV? Oh, right, terrific.
Russell, what can you tell us about the scrap-tastic collection here at Rusty Acres? - It's enormous and it's for sale.
- LARRY: Great, cut! You're a natural.
That's all we need from you.
Just gonna poke around, get some background video for the piece.
Hey, you just can't go off without a guide.
Bee! Bridge is clear! Anyone asks, you're a zookeeper.
Shiny.
[Bumblebee grunts.]
No, no, no, nooo! [Denny screams.]
Scrud! BUMBLEBEE [over radio.]
: Grimlock.
We need you.
Say it again.
Slower.
Just get over here! Wait! Can't just roar out of here with that human running around the scrapyard.
Wow! A Select-a-Soda 68! Never seen one up close before.
What is that?! [gasps.]
[groans.]
How'd I get back to the scrapyard? [gasps.]
[grunts.]
[groans.]
[screeches.]
Not shiny! [screeches.]
Listen, uh I'm a collector too just like you.
You like shiny stuff, right? I know where there's lots of shiny stuff.
Shiny? Straight out that way.
Big old recycling plant! - Shiny.
- Don't worry about me.
I'll I'll take good care of your treasure while you're gone.
Shiny! Really? Dead battery? Shouldn't have played so much Sudoku.
Gotta be something in here I can grab some juice from.
What's that? You mean you've never seen one of those old life-size remote controlled Neolithi-truck toys? [growls.]
Pfft! Seen one? I have three.
Then you know their activator sensors can get a little wonky.
I'll just, uh, shut this one down.
[Russell makes beeping sound.]
Oh! There's no way this induces stellar fusion.
There's no neutron igniter.
[gasps.]
Ahem, Fixit.
- Bee needs me.
- Go, before LaRue gets interested again.
Whatever you do, don't waste your time going that way.
That's the stuff my dad will never sell.
You recorded video of yourself on that camera! Scrap! Did it get my good side? [both grunting.]
- You two okay? - [grunts.]
Other than ignoring every disaster protocol ever written, we're great.
[dramatic theme playing.]
[car horn honking.]
[all grunting.]
Someone call about a bridge? [grunts.]
- I could do this all day.
- We don't have all day, team.
And neither does Denny.
[cell phone ringing.]
- How's it going out there? - Let's just say I need a ride.
Dad, I'm so sorry.
I let that TV guy in, and now there's footage of Fixit on his camera! DENNY: Calm down, Kiddo.
We can deal with that later.
Right now I need to get a message to Bumblebee.
Mr.
LaRue, I need to Mr.
LaRue? There's Denny, just like Fixit said.
BUMBLEBEE: Grimlock, how you holding up? Awesomely! I am literally holding up awesomely.
Huh? [gasps.]
- Slightly less awesomely now.
- Race you to the top.
Write him up, Strongarm.
Bee's cheating.
Both of you are violating Section [grunts.]
[dramatic theme playing.]
Just passing through.
Secure Denny! [screeches.]
[Bumblebee screams.]
Lieutenant! [gasps.]
[groans.]
[screeches.]
Mine! Hmm, mine.
[grunts.]
[both grunting.]
Bumblebee.
Regulation 1, Section 3: "A junior officer shall never disobey a direct order from a senior officer.
" [yells.]
Watch the birdie! [both grunt.]
I will never understand her.
- Ooh, shiny.
- Funny.
Look out below! You and Sideswipe take Filch and Denny back to the scrapyard.
I'll get this to Grimlock.
[grunting.]
BUMBLEBEE: So, how's your day going? Oh, Denny, the treasures you have I found things I've been after for years! Sell them to me now, or else I'll air my footage and every collector in the country will be knocking down your door.
Okay, Larry, you win.
On one condition.
You never darken my door again.
- It's a - RUSSELL: Two conditions.
Good call.
We need to know you'll keep your word.
Cough up the memory cards, Larry.
Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.
I know that stuff meant a lot to you, Dad.
I'm sorry.
Well, I may be a collector, Kiddo, but I know what's really valuable.
Besides, did he get all those pieces from Aisle 3? - Uh-huh.
- The best stuff's on Aisle 4! I'm going to figure out this star-making thing.
[tender theme playing.]
Amazing.
You broke protocol today, cadet, and I don't see any hives.
I realized that you and Grimlock and Fixit, even Sideswipe you're my ties to Cybertron.
More than any rulebook.
You're gonna be okay.
But that's not to say I won't be writing you all up.