Transformers: Rescue Bots (2011) s03e09 Episode Script
The Riders of Midwinter
Oh, yes.
Another warm day in the dead of winter.
Mm.
Really thins my fluids.
Hello, bird of the air.
Getting some sun too, I see.
Someone's unleashed a weather machine! Snow! After a week of clear skies.
Cody, see if Doc Greene's been tinkering again.
And I'll alert the chief in case Doctor Morocco has returned No, no, wait.
Ha, ha.
That's not from a weather machine.
Mr.
Hooton's just decorating for the holiday.
This isn't Christmas.
But next week is midwinter morning.
How many holidays do you humans have? This one's special.
It's just for Griffin Rock.
It all started back when Rescue Bots.
A stack of logs just rolled onto a car.
Someone's trapped inside.
Stop! We have to remove the logs in the right order, or they could shift too much weight onto the car.
Hurry! A routine patrol with four bots in stasis years later awoke in the strangest of places Earth was their home now and in addition Optimus Prime gave them this mission learn from the humans serve and protect live in their world earn their respect a family of heroes will be your allies to others remain robots in disguise Rescue Bots roll to the rescue humans in need heroes indeed Rescue Bots roll to the rescue Rescue Bots Just remain calm, Mrs.
Neederlander.
And, uh, you too, Mr.
Pettypaws.
Dani, any way to speed this up? Not safely.
Ugh, I'm about to toss my waffles as it is.
Toss your? Oh! Your breakfast.
Ugh.
Wanna tell me why there's a stack of logs downtown? A bonfire for midwinter morning.
I don't know why we bother, hardly anyone shows up for it anymore.
Doesn't a bonfire leave a big mess? Yep.
Guess who cleans that up.
You are safe now.
How can I drive, you reckless robots? You tore the door off.
Now hold on there.
We took great care to - A little thank you would be - Please don't be upset.
Uh, let me handle this.
Mrs.
Neederlander, now, our objective was to free you from the vehicle.
Sometimes when we do that This wouldn't have happened if that log pile wasn't such a hazard.
Why even have a bonfire if nobody comes? We come.
All right, how about if I give you and Mr.
Pettypaws a lift home? Fine.
Take me to my cabin.
The one on the mountain? That's where I stay every year during this holiday charade.
Well, after you.
The last time I transported Mr.
Pettypaws, he left me an odorous little parting gift.
I remember.
Had to drive with your windows down for a week.
Young man, use that noisy tractor of yours to tow my car.
I'm noisy? Uh, yes, ma'am.
You're welcome! Maybe that old grump should call someone else next time.
And she can get her own cat out of the tree too.
A shame she has to be so ungrateful.
Wonder why she doesn't like this holiday.
Yeah, what could she have against getting presents? By the way, what'd you guys get me? Like I'd tell you.
And like I'd remember.
I clicked, I bought.
It'll be here on the ferry.
Were we supposed to buy presents? That's the way it works.
I need a few things, so I'll give you a list.
Presents cost money, right? Where do we get money? Someone want to explain what this midwinter fuss is all about? "'Twas a winter storm like no other.
" "The great nor'easter of 1713.
"Snow and ice had buried Griffin Rock, "trapping the island's residents in their homes.
"Supply ships couldn't make the voyage, "and when food ran out, "people had no way of getting more.
"And then one snowy night, "a mysterious visitor slipped unnoticed into every home "and left bread in the empty pantries.
"No one ever discovered who this benefactor was.
"So thereafter he became known as The rider of midwinter.
" Clearly this rider kept his identity a secret for fear of being arrested as a trespasser.
So people give presents now as a way of honoring the mysterious rider who saved the town? Right.
And the cool part is everyone still finds bread on their doorstep every midwinter morning.
A 300-year-old rider? I'm sorry, but I would not eat that bread.
Ha.
No, Blades.
It's someone else carrying on the tradition.
But nobody knows who.
So what's a bonfire have to do with any of this? After the blizzard, everyone gathered in town and lit a fire to keep warm.
It just grew from that.
Ugh.
Hate to break it to you, Chase, but that air freshener? So not cutting it.
Curse you, Mr.
Pettypaws.
Everyone to the garage, please.
Winter storm.
As if this holiday doesn't keep us busy enough.
Well, at least the town won't need to decorate with fake snow.
Isn't this just wonderful? Snow on the roads seriously complicates the rescues.
Aw, I think it's beautiful.
Me too.
I hope it snows all week.
It's been snowing all week! Conditions are so bad that nobody has even been out gift shopping.
And for those of us who ordered online, the ferry carrying our packages has not arrived.
Which means neither has the gourmet hot chocolate maker I bought for myself.
I want my cocoa.
Hey! Mayday! Mayday! Man overboard! Being only a land-based vehicle sure can be frustrating.
I too feel revved up with nowhere to go.
don't worry.
Blades and Heatwave will get it done.
Over there! Kade, Heatwave, follow our searchlight.
Roger that.
I got you, buddy.
Unh! He made it! But that shipping container didn't.
What? No! Everything all right? Mario's safe, dad.
But the container of packages was lost.
Ah.
Understood.
Hopefully the rest of the town takes the news better than that.
This is catastrophic! No presents on midwinter morning? Oh, the humanity.
My gifts were on that ferry.
Oh.
Please tell me somebody bought gifts locally.
Sorry, Dani.
We ordered them online like most people.
Maybe we could still go buy some gifts downtown.
Except that stores have been closed since the snow started.
No one should be out in this weather, anyway.
It is nearly impossible to drive responsibly in these conditions.
Try flying.
I have no feeling in my tail rotor.
Oh, face it.
This holiday's an even bigger bust than usual.
Are you upset because your gifts were lost at sea, Cody? A little.
I ordered some pretty neat presents for my family.
And for you guys too.
But mostly I'm sad we won't be getting the bread tomorrow.
Whoever the rider of midwinter is, he won't be able to make deliveries in this snow.
Why not just consume the bread from your own kitchen? It's not really about the bread.
But you just said It's about the tradition.
Being with family, finding bread on your doorstep It all just gives you a warm feeling inside.
Right.
Because the bread is hot.
Um, no.
He means like internal combustion.
- Maybe I'm not being clear.
- I get it.
The bread reminds everyone why they celebrate in the first place.
Surviving the storm and being grateful for it.
Exactly.
Except nobody in town probably even cares anymore.
They just want presents.
Griffin Rock emergency.
Uh, Mrs.
Neederlander You need us all up at your cabin? Oh, Neederlander.
What exactly is the emergency? Hello? Mrs.
Neederlander? Hello? Lost the connection.
Oh, we'd better get up there.
You can't be serious.
Hello, she's on the mountain.
Can we wait until spring? I just hope Mr.
Pettypaws does not need a ride.
Why give her another reason to complain about us? If she just showed a little appreciation.
But what if she really does need us? Cody's right.
This is the job we all signed on for.
Ugh.
Agreed.
How do we get up there? The mountain roads are iced over.
And the up slope winds are too severe for flying.
Boulder might be able to make it.
She said she needed all of us.
I have an idea.
Good thinking, Cody.
The MHQ is heavy enough, ice shouldn't be a problem.
Dad, phones are still out.
I hope Mrs.
Neederlander is all right.
Just don't be disappointed with her when this turns out to be nothing.
I don't think she'd bring us all up there unless it was important.
One would hope.
Avalanche! Hang on! Wow.
Everyone okay? I guess.
Relative to what? Though I do suggest we proceed on foot from here.
Agreed.
Mrs.
Neederlander, what can Get in here before you let all the heat out.
Ah, she looks fine to me.
Hmm.
No cats in trees, either.
Let's try to listen in.
I am rather conflicted about eavesdropping.
Think of it as covert surveillance.
That works.
Now, if you could tell us what the emergency is, Mrs.
I need someone to deliver my midwinter morning packages.
I we all just you mm.
You brought us all the way up here during the worst nor'easter in 300 years? So we can run your errands? It's the least you can do after your robots wrecked my car.
Let me tell you something Mrs.
Neederlander, what makes the delivery of these packages an emergency? They're important to the whole community.
- I hardly think - Dad, she's right.
They are important.
Mrs.
Neederlander is the rider of midwinter.
How old are you? I'm not the original, you knucklehead.
Before me, it was old man delgado.
Before him, Mrs.
Crabtree.
But why do you do it? This holiday began because of one selfless act of kindness.
Every year, it gets a little harder for people to remember that.
I do it so they won't forget.
That's a very good reason.
And for the last 49 years, I've never missed a midwinter morning.
And you're not gonna miss this one, either.
Not if we can help it.
We'll have to move fast.
It'll be morning in a few hours.
We need some big bags.
Have any sheets we can use? Plenty.
Now enough chitchat, let's move it, people! Wow.
Who knew cranky Mrs.
Neederlander had a heart of gold? Not me.
Ahem.
I must be coming down with something.
Me too.
Even though we don't get sick.
Okay, robots.
Looks like we have deliveries to make.
Riders of midwinter, roll to the rescue.
Ah-ha! If you could open your heart and see what's inside you'd find a magical place with all kinds of treasure you don't want to hide it knows what a gesture can bring like the warmth of a fire and you'll know what it all means it just gets brighter and brighter the light in their eyes light the fire you know the reason is not just the season there's something much more light the fire with every heart warming a midwinter morning together we'll all light the fire there's a glow on your face when the feeling is right and it keeps glowing and growing until it feels like you could light up the night and when you let it all out it'll grow even more you'll know what the fire's all about bringing us closer and closer to what we're here for light the fire you know the reason is not just the season there's something much more light the fire with every heart warming a midwinter morning together we'll all light the fire Looks like we barely made it.
It also looks like Mrs.
Neederlander miscounted.
There's one left.
She counted right.
That one's ours.
Wow.
I guess I wasn't expecting anything.
That makes it kind of nice.
I imagine that's just how everyone felt on the first midwinter morning.
Oh, nice.
That belongs to all of us.
Didn't I teach you any manners? I think you slobbered on it.
What? I'm hungry.
Not able to consume bread, I feel as if we're missing something.
Maybe if we sniff it? It's not about the bread.
No.
It's about the internal combustion.
Right, Cody? Bringing us closer and closer to what we're here for light the fire you know the reason is not just the season there's something much more light the fire with every heart warming a midwinter morning together we'll all light the fire we all know how the time is now gather round and let's all light the fire With every heart warming a midwinter morning together we'll all light the fire Hot chocolate? Made it myself.
happy midwinter morning, Mr.
Prescott.
Oh, same to you, Dani.
Eh, it's the thought that counts.
Mm.
Despite expectations, the bonfire has gathered a surprisingly large number of citizens.
And everyone looks pretty happy.
Especially for people whose presents are on the bottom of the ocean.
Boy.
That must be some bread.
Yeah.
It is.
Okay, I know this'll come as a shock, but I never liked this holiday.
Oh, really? Shocking.
And you've hidden it so well.
Thank you for clueing us in.
No, no, no, it's true.
Have to admit though, was kinda fun saving it.
Kids? Mrs.
Neederlander has asked to speak with us.
Thank you, Charlie.
Because of you and your trusty robots, we have the holiday I've been longing for.
People woke up this morning and held that bread in their hands and remembered why we celebrate.
But now I've come to realize, my days as the rider are behind me.
don't say that.
No, it's time to pass the bread.
Therefore, I would like to ask, would you all consider being the new riders of midwinter? Mrs.
Neederlander, my family and I would be honored.
Hey! I can be in charge of baking the bread!
Another warm day in the dead of winter.
Mm.
Really thins my fluids.
Hello, bird of the air.
Getting some sun too, I see.
Someone's unleashed a weather machine! Snow! After a week of clear skies.
Cody, see if Doc Greene's been tinkering again.
And I'll alert the chief in case Doctor Morocco has returned No, no, wait.
Ha, ha.
That's not from a weather machine.
Mr.
Hooton's just decorating for the holiday.
This isn't Christmas.
But next week is midwinter morning.
How many holidays do you humans have? This one's special.
It's just for Griffin Rock.
It all started back when Rescue Bots.
A stack of logs just rolled onto a car.
Someone's trapped inside.
Stop! We have to remove the logs in the right order, or they could shift too much weight onto the car.
Hurry! A routine patrol with four bots in stasis years later awoke in the strangest of places Earth was their home now and in addition Optimus Prime gave them this mission learn from the humans serve and protect live in their world earn their respect a family of heroes will be your allies to others remain robots in disguise Rescue Bots roll to the rescue humans in need heroes indeed Rescue Bots roll to the rescue Rescue Bots Just remain calm, Mrs.
Neederlander.
And, uh, you too, Mr.
Pettypaws.
Dani, any way to speed this up? Not safely.
Ugh, I'm about to toss my waffles as it is.
Toss your? Oh! Your breakfast.
Ugh.
Wanna tell me why there's a stack of logs downtown? A bonfire for midwinter morning.
I don't know why we bother, hardly anyone shows up for it anymore.
Doesn't a bonfire leave a big mess? Yep.
Guess who cleans that up.
You are safe now.
How can I drive, you reckless robots? You tore the door off.
Now hold on there.
We took great care to - A little thank you would be - Please don't be upset.
Uh, let me handle this.
Mrs.
Neederlander, now, our objective was to free you from the vehicle.
Sometimes when we do that This wouldn't have happened if that log pile wasn't such a hazard.
Why even have a bonfire if nobody comes? We come.
All right, how about if I give you and Mr.
Pettypaws a lift home? Fine.
Take me to my cabin.
The one on the mountain? That's where I stay every year during this holiday charade.
Well, after you.
The last time I transported Mr.
Pettypaws, he left me an odorous little parting gift.
I remember.
Had to drive with your windows down for a week.
Young man, use that noisy tractor of yours to tow my car.
I'm noisy? Uh, yes, ma'am.
You're welcome! Maybe that old grump should call someone else next time.
And she can get her own cat out of the tree too.
A shame she has to be so ungrateful.
Wonder why she doesn't like this holiday.
Yeah, what could she have against getting presents? By the way, what'd you guys get me? Like I'd tell you.
And like I'd remember.
I clicked, I bought.
It'll be here on the ferry.
Were we supposed to buy presents? That's the way it works.
I need a few things, so I'll give you a list.
Presents cost money, right? Where do we get money? Someone want to explain what this midwinter fuss is all about? "'Twas a winter storm like no other.
" "The great nor'easter of 1713.
"Snow and ice had buried Griffin Rock, "trapping the island's residents in their homes.
"Supply ships couldn't make the voyage, "and when food ran out, "people had no way of getting more.
"And then one snowy night, "a mysterious visitor slipped unnoticed into every home "and left bread in the empty pantries.
"No one ever discovered who this benefactor was.
"So thereafter he became known as The rider of midwinter.
" Clearly this rider kept his identity a secret for fear of being arrested as a trespasser.
So people give presents now as a way of honoring the mysterious rider who saved the town? Right.
And the cool part is everyone still finds bread on their doorstep every midwinter morning.
A 300-year-old rider? I'm sorry, but I would not eat that bread.
Ha.
No, Blades.
It's someone else carrying on the tradition.
But nobody knows who.
So what's a bonfire have to do with any of this? After the blizzard, everyone gathered in town and lit a fire to keep warm.
It just grew from that.
Ugh.
Hate to break it to you, Chase, but that air freshener? So not cutting it.
Curse you, Mr.
Pettypaws.
Everyone to the garage, please.
Winter storm.
As if this holiday doesn't keep us busy enough.
Well, at least the town won't need to decorate with fake snow.
Isn't this just wonderful? Snow on the roads seriously complicates the rescues.
Aw, I think it's beautiful.
Me too.
I hope it snows all week.
It's been snowing all week! Conditions are so bad that nobody has even been out gift shopping.
And for those of us who ordered online, the ferry carrying our packages has not arrived.
Which means neither has the gourmet hot chocolate maker I bought for myself.
I want my cocoa.
Hey! Mayday! Mayday! Man overboard! Being only a land-based vehicle sure can be frustrating.
I too feel revved up with nowhere to go.
don't worry.
Blades and Heatwave will get it done.
Over there! Kade, Heatwave, follow our searchlight.
Roger that.
I got you, buddy.
Unh! He made it! But that shipping container didn't.
What? No! Everything all right? Mario's safe, dad.
But the container of packages was lost.
Ah.
Understood.
Hopefully the rest of the town takes the news better than that.
This is catastrophic! No presents on midwinter morning? Oh, the humanity.
My gifts were on that ferry.
Oh.
Please tell me somebody bought gifts locally.
Sorry, Dani.
We ordered them online like most people.
Maybe we could still go buy some gifts downtown.
Except that stores have been closed since the snow started.
No one should be out in this weather, anyway.
It is nearly impossible to drive responsibly in these conditions.
Try flying.
I have no feeling in my tail rotor.
Oh, face it.
This holiday's an even bigger bust than usual.
Are you upset because your gifts were lost at sea, Cody? A little.
I ordered some pretty neat presents for my family.
And for you guys too.
But mostly I'm sad we won't be getting the bread tomorrow.
Whoever the rider of midwinter is, he won't be able to make deliveries in this snow.
Why not just consume the bread from your own kitchen? It's not really about the bread.
But you just said It's about the tradition.
Being with family, finding bread on your doorstep It all just gives you a warm feeling inside.
Right.
Because the bread is hot.
Um, no.
He means like internal combustion.
- Maybe I'm not being clear.
- I get it.
The bread reminds everyone why they celebrate in the first place.
Surviving the storm and being grateful for it.
Exactly.
Except nobody in town probably even cares anymore.
They just want presents.
Griffin Rock emergency.
Uh, Mrs.
Neederlander You need us all up at your cabin? Oh, Neederlander.
What exactly is the emergency? Hello? Mrs.
Neederlander? Hello? Lost the connection.
Oh, we'd better get up there.
You can't be serious.
Hello, she's on the mountain.
Can we wait until spring? I just hope Mr.
Pettypaws does not need a ride.
Why give her another reason to complain about us? If she just showed a little appreciation.
But what if she really does need us? Cody's right.
This is the job we all signed on for.
Ugh.
Agreed.
How do we get up there? The mountain roads are iced over.
And the up slope winds are too severe for flying.
Boulder might be able to make it.
She said she needed all of us.
I have an idea.
Good thinking, Cody.
The MHQ is heavy enough, ice shouldn't be a problem.
Dad, phones are still out.
I hope Mrs.
Neederlander is all right.
Just don't be disappointed with her when this turns out to be nothing.
I don't think she'd bring us all up there unless it was important.
One would hope.
Avalanche! Hang on! Wow.
Everyone okay? I guess.
Relative to what? Though I do suggest we proceed on foot from here.
Agreed.
Mrs.
Neederlander, what can Get in here before you let all the heat out.
Ah, she looks fine to me.
Hmm.
No cats in trees, either.
Let's try to listen in.
I am rather conflicted about eavesdropping.
Think of it as covert surveillance.
That works.
Now, if you could tell us what the emergency is, Mrs.
I need someone to deliver my midwinter morning packages.
I we all just you mm.
You brought us all the way up here during the worst nor'easter in 300 years? So we can run your errands? It's the least you can do after your robots wrecked my car.
Let me tell you something Mrs.
Neederlander, what makes the delivery of these packages an emergency? They're important to the whole community.
- I hardly think - Dad, she's right.
They are important.
Mrs.
Neederlander is the rider of midwinter.
How old are you? I'm not the original, you knucklehead.
Before me, it was old man delgado.
Before him, Mrs.
Crabtree.
But why do you do it? This holiday began because of one selfless act of kindness.
Every year, it gets a little harder for people to remember that.
I do it so they won't forget.
That's a very good reason.
And for the last 49 years, I've never missed a midwinter morning.
And you're not gonna miss this one, either.
Not if we can help it.
We'll have to move fast.
It'll be morning in a few hours.
We need some big bags.
Have any sheets we can use? Plenty.
Now enough chitchat, let's move it, people! Wow.
Who knew cranky Mrs.
Neederlander had a heart of gold? Not me.
Ahem.
I must be coming down with something.
Me too.
Even though we don't get sick.
Okay, robots.
Looks like we have deliveries to make.
Riders of midwinter, roll to the rescue.
Ah-ha! If you could open your heart and see what's inside you'd find a magical place with all kinds of treasure you don't want to hide it knows what a gesture can bring like the warmth of a fire and you'll know what it all means it just gets brighter and brighter the light in their eyes light the fire you know the reason is not just the season there's something much more light the fire with every heart warming a midwinter morning together we'll all light the fire there's a glow on your face when the feeling is right and it keeps glowing and growing until it feels like you could light up the night and when you let it all out it'll grow even more you'll know what the fire's all about bringing us closer and closer to what we're here for light the fire you know the reason is not just the season there's something much more light the fire with every heart warming a midwinter morning together we'll all light the fire Looks like we barely made it.
It also looks like Mrs.
Neederlander miscounted.
There's one left.
She counted right.
That one's ours.
Wow.
I guess I wasn't expecting anything.
That makes it kind of nice.
I imagine that's just how everyone felt on the first midwinter morning.
Oh, nice.
That belongs to all of us.
Didn't I teach you any manners? I think you slobbered on it.
What? I'm hungry.
Not able to consume bread, I feel as if we're missing something.
Maybe if we sniff it? It's not about the bread.
No.
It's about the internal combustion.
Right, Cody? Bringing us closer and closer to what we're here for light the fire you know the reason is not just the season there's something much more light the fire with every heart warming a midwinter morning together we'll all light the fire we all know how the time is now gather round and let's all light the fire With every heart warming a midwinter morning together we'll all light the fire Hot chocolate? Made it myself.
happy midwinter morning, Mr.
Prescott.
Oh, same to you, Dani.
Eh, it's the thought that counts.
Mm.
Despite expectations, the bonfire has gathered a surprisingly large number of citizens.
And everyone looks pretty happy.
Especially for people whose presents are on the bottom of the ocean.
Boy.
That must be some bread.
Yeah.
It is.
Okay, I know this'll come as a shock, but I never liked this holiday.
Oh, really? Shocking.
And you've hidden it so well.
Thank you for clueing us in.
No, no, no, it's true.
Have to admit though, was kinda fun saving it.
Kids? Mrs.
Neederlander has asked to speak with us.
Thank you, Charlie.
Because of you and your trusty robots, we have the holiday I've been longing for.
People woke up this morning and held that bread in their hands and remembered why we celebrate.
But now I've come to realize, my days as the rider are behind me.
don't say that.
No, it's time to pass the bread.
Therefore, I would like to ask, would you all consider being the new riders of midwinter? Mrs.
Neederlander, my family and I would be honored.
Hey! I can be in charge of baking the bread!