[gentle music]
♪ ♪
[chiming]
- Hashtag, where are you?
- Oh, now that we've shut down the GHOST network,
I'm migrating my system to the new Autobot system.
- How much longer?
- Mm, soon?
- Okay, well, don't take long. [grunts]
There's a lot to do here at the recycle center.
- Come on, come on.
On my way!
[punchy electronic music]
♪ ♪
Ugh, guess I'll need to take more than one trip.
Ooh! On your left.
Aah! - Whoa!
Uh, need a little help there, Hashtag?
- I've got it, Elita-1.
Oh, lovin' the rebrand.
- Yeah, a few upgrades to make this old GHOST base our own.
- Yeah, and I'd, uh, better get these hard drives
to the recycle center.
[vocalizes]
Locking in coordinates to recycle center.
- HT, where are you?
- [gasps] Be right there.
[rumbling]
[gasps] Aah!
- Aah! - Bumblebee!
[grunts] What are you doing?
- Uh, sorry, Hashtag.
I thought you were one of the GHOST vans.
- What's going on with all of those?
- Now that GHOST has been disbanded...
[transforming pulses]
The vans will be getting repurposed.
- A fleet of ice cream trucks.
- Definitely not ice cream trucks.
- [groans] Fine.
Since the GHOST vans are getting an upgrade,
maybe you should think of a new alt mode too.
Oh-ho-ho-ho, I know.
- No ice cream trucks.
- I'm getting a new alt mode?
[gasps] I'm getting a new alt mode!
[tires squealing]
Think alt modes.
What's my choice?
- Choice--an act of selecting or making a decision
when faced with two or more possibilities.
- Whoa. Who are you?
- Hi, I'm VAL,
your Virtual Assistant Liaison.
I'm part of your new upgrade.
I'm here to help. - Hi, VAL.
I could use your help with something, actually.
Whoa!
Ha, yeah, uh, maybe that can wait
till after I get these to the recycle center.
- Hashtag, what's taking so long?
- Oh, sorry, Twitch. I'm almost there!
- We're under attack! We need you here now!
- [screeches]
- [exclaims]
[both grunting]
- [squeals]
- [gasps]
Robby, look out! - [growls]
[electricity crackling]
[bright tone]
[tense music]
- [grunts]
- [screeches]
- Ghoid's got nothing on us!
- [screeches] - Thanks, Nightshade!
Hashtag, we could use that backup!
Ya! Wah.
[gasps] [engine roars]
- Incoming!
Whoa! Aah!
- [laughs]
Thanks for the assist!
- Aah! [laughs] Ditto.
- Aah!
- [roars] Uh, three against one?
No problem.
Tail whip!
- [screeches]
- I thought all the Ghoids were decommissioned?
- All the bouncing around in the transport trucks
must have jostled 'em back online.
- They were in one of those trucks
filled with e-waste from HQ.
- Let's just say, after a year in GHOST storage,
they were ready for a fight.
- So who's going to open the next truck?
- One, two, three. Not it! both: Not it!
- Not it!
[sighs sadly]
- Come on. You got this.
You're big and strong.
- Let's make sure they stay decommissioned
for good this time.
[doors creaking, clicking]
[groans]
Whoa!
- [gasps] - Oh.
- [gasps]
- What'll we do?
- [groans] - How may I assist?
- Yes!
Can you shut these things down?
I can't break the encryption.
- Acknowledged.
[both exhale] - Wow!
[humming]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Shockwave to Starscream.
It's not here.
Croft's hard drive must still be in the Autobot base.
- The information on that drive is vital
to the future of the Decepticons.
Continue monitoring them, and I'll send someone
with a little more finesse to search the Autobot base.
♪ ♪
[beeping]
- [screeches]
[transforming pulses]
- [exhales] I hope I never see another Ghoid again.
- Ha, there's one behind you!
- What? Where?
Aah! [groans]
[laughter]
- Made you look!
- Oh, ha ha.
Uh, there's not really one back there, is there?
Guys? Uh, guys?
[melancholic music]
♪ ♪
- Everything okay?
- Uh, Bumblebee got me thinking
about a new alt mode.
- What's wrong with being a GHOST van?
- I'm about to be the only one left.
- Aww, I remember going out with you
when we picked this one.
Ooh, how about I help you pick the next one?
- Oh, I think this is something I have to do on my own.
Oh, you go ahead.
I just gotta drop off these last crates
at the recycle center.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Ah, there are so many possibilities.
How do I start?
- Start--embark on a new adventure.
- Right after we deliver these hard drives
to the recycle center.
[electronic humming]
[ominous percussive music]
♪ ♪
- Don't disappoint me, Ravage.
- [growls]
- Whoo-hoo, it's a lot more fun around here
without all the GHOST agents.
[laughs]
- Yeah!
[laughs]
- Whoo, yes! - A lot more echo-y too!
[giggles] - [snarls]
[ominous music]
[barks]
- [sighs] There are so many possibilities.
I need to organize my thoughts.
- Would you like to start a vision board?
- Aw, yeah. Sounds great, VAL.
Oh, I definitely want my next V-mode
to have defensive equipment, just in case.
- How about this?
- Yes, and it's gotta have four wheels, of course.
[tires squealing]
Ooh, and to go fast.
And modular storage capabilities.
- May I suggest a popular scent for your new alt mode?
- Eh, does it come in other scents?
- Watermelon,
new car scent, or ocean breeze.
- [growls]
[sniffing]
[cassette clicking]
[transforming pulses]
- Ravage?
What are you doing here?
[alarm blaring]
Whoo.
- Excuse me! Pardon me.
Coming through! [car horn honks]
- Heated seats? Sunshade? Cup holder?
- Ooh, how 'bout a shiny exterior?
And light-up rims!
[gasps] And a horn that plays a song!
[laughs] Oh, no, I missed my exit.
- Rerouting.
- [grunts, screams]
- Communications offline.
Also, ow!
- Better add off-road capabilities to that list.
[alarm blaring]
- Intruder alert!
[engine revving]
- [grunts]
[tires screeching, transforming pulses]
- Gotcha.
[grunts]
- What did she want?
- And now I'm stuck.
No, no, no, no, no!
[engine revving]
Aah!
Whoa. Close one. [chuckles]
[grunting]
[gentle music]
♪ ♪
[groans]
I guess I'll just walk to the recycle center.
- Distance to recycle center-- 2.7 miles.
- [grumbles]
- Ugh, if Croft's hard drive is not at the base,
where is it?
- There is one logical conclusion.
- Right after we deliver these hard drives
to the recycle center.
- I believe I have deduced where to find it.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
- [chuckles] Rough day?
- Yeah, this was definitely not part of my vision board.
- Mm. [grunts]
You want to tell me what happened?
- [sighs] I was so busy planning my new alt mode,
I missed my-- - Whoa, back it up.
New alt mode? What brought all this about?
- Bumblebee said I should be an ice cream truck.
- What?
- And all the GHOST vans are getting repurposed.
That got me thinking, maybe it's time
for me to change too.
- Mm, I see.
As long as it's your choice.
- It is, but that's the thing.
There's so many different choices to make--
interior, exterior, air freshener scents.
Every time I think of one thing,
ten more things pop up.
- Well, sounds like you've had a lot on your mind.
- And on my windshield.
There are just so many different things
I'd like to be.
- You can be anything you want, Hashtag.
But you can't be everything.
[phone beeping]
- Dottie, you're gonna miss dinner!
And I made my famous Malto Bilo Bilo for dessert.
- Be right there.
Decide what really matters to you,
and save the rest for your next alt mode.
Just know that your family is going to love you
no matter what you decide.
- Thanks, Mom.
- Anytime. Follow me home?
- Go ahead.
I gotta drop off these crates at the recycle center.
- Okay. I'll see you soon, hon.
[engine turns over]
- Oh, VAL, when we get home,
remind me to get a new antenna.
I hope Nightshade has a spare one.
[groans] Aah! Agh!
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Shockwave? - Hand over the hard drives.
Now.
- What's so important about them?
I'll just be on my way!
♪ ♪
- Give me the hard drive, and I'll let you live.
- No way I'll outrun him.
Think, Hashtag, think.
- Might I suggest a new alt mode?
- Whoa! - No, nah, not my style.
- This one?
- Nope, cute, but too small.
- This one? - No, too big.
- This one? - No, too furry.
Oh, wait!
Goes fast, four wheels.
- Modular storage and accessories.
- Ah, still being chased!
♪ ♪
- Oh, my goodness!
- What? Illogical.
This can only mean...
- Whoo-hoo-hoo!
355 horsepower, synthetic leather upholstery...
[gasps] With heated, adjustable seats.
[laughs]
This mode has everything!
- There are more accessories I can show you.
- Okay, well, let's finish our mission first.
- Your deception is worthy of a Decepticon,
but it won't help you.
- You might also like this.
- Ah, it's like you really get me, VAL.
[lasers humming, zapping]
♪ ♪
- Surrender. It is inevitable
that I will take the hard drives from you.
- Never!
[console beeping]
- Any other suggestions, VAL?
- [groans]
[electricity crackling]
♪ ♪
[console beeping rapidly]
- If he wants the hard drive so bad,
let's give them to him!
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- [groans] - Aah!
[yells]
[gasps]
[winces]
[sinister music]
♪ ♪
- Finally. Starscream will be pleased.
- Not anymore!
[grunts]
[punchy percussive music]
Aah!
♪ ♪
- [groans]
- That was awesome!
[laughs]
- Do you like your new alt mode?
- Love it!
[sweet percussive music]
♪ ♪
[laughter]
- [grunting]
[bright honking] - Is it--Hashtag, right?
She looks so-- - Stunning.
- Hey, everyone! [laughs]
What do you think?
- No way! - I love it!
- Epic!
- I liked your alt mode before,
but I like this too.
- Great choice, Hashtag.
- Hmm, it's everything I hoped it would be.
I've got a lot to catch you up on.
My new truck mode helped me outrun
and outmaneuver Shockwave.
- Shockwave was chasing after you?
- He was after this old hard drive.
It's from Croft's computer.
- That must be what Ravage was looking for.
Hashtag, see if you can find out what's on there.
We need to know what the Decepticons are after.
- Report, Shockwave.
- I was not able to retrieve Croft's hard drive.
- You fool!
I never should have entrusted such--
- I did, however,
retrieve the most vital information from it.
- [sighs]
I stand corrected, Shockwave.
You've done well.
Very well.