- [growls]
[tense music]
* *
[both growl]
[blasters zapping]
Ugh.
- Bumblebee, you know I hate losing.
- So you don't wanna play cards then?
- I want to get outta here.
Those kids made this thing, right?
Can't they just unmake it?
- And let all the Decepticons out?
Come on, Breakdown.
You know Optimus would never allow that.
- [sighs]
- Sorry, I know you aren't like the others, but--
- No, I get it.
I'm just mad at myself for siding with them
in the first place.
[sighs]
Sorry, brother.
I really wish I was out there with you
and we could go a few laps,
like old times.
- That would definitely make life feel normal again.
I'd get you out if I knew how.
- I know, I know.
- I'll figure something out.
And then you can hang with me and Witwicky.
- Sounds good.
The sooner the better.
- Hang in there, brother.
Same time tomorrow?
- Yeah.
Same time tomorrow.
[wistful music]
* *
[transforming pulses]
[bright music]
[upbeat music]
* *
- Oh, man.
- What? Did you get a splinter?
- No, I'm fine,
except I don't have the last issue
for the series I'm reading.
- I'll get it.
Is it in your room?
- [sighs] Thanks, Twitch.
But we were so busy with Starscream that I missed it,
and now it's sold out everywhere.
- Even online?
- Even online.
And issue four ends on a huge cliffhanger.
- [gasps] He's right!
It's every reader's worst nightmare!
- Ugh, this is so unfair.
Why can't my life just be normal again?
- Because it's not scripted like comics?
- I wish someone was writing my life.
I bet I'd have it pretty sweet for saving the world twice.
Come on, Twitch.
Let's go do something else--
anything that actually has an ending.
[tires screeching]
- Hey-hey, Maltos.
I was in the neighborhood and I thought I'd drop in
on my favorite family.
- We better be your only family.
- Hi, Bee. Bye, Bee.
- Okay, was it something I said?
- No, Robby's just sad he doesn't have a comic book
that's, like, super-mega rare now.
[gasps] Guys, I think I know
how we can cheer him up,
but it's kind of a wacky idea.
- Sis, you know Thrash loves the wacky.
[gasps] Maybe that's my catchphrase.
I should practice that.
- If the book Robby's missing came out
right before we had to put up the Dome,
then there's a chance that the comic shop inside still has it.
- Makes sense,
but we can't even get inside the Dome to check, right?
- I can get us in and out, easy-breezy.
- You can?
- Yep. Wanna help us?
- Of course!
I've wanted to get in there ever since it went up.
- [scoffs] Sorry.
[high-pitched] We want to go inside
the ridiculously dangerous Chaos Dome?
- Well, yeah, for Robby.
It's not his fault everything's different now.
If that comic is the happy ending he never got,
then maybe we can give it to him.
- Yay.
[engine revving]
[gentle mysterious music]
* *
[crackling, whirring]
- All right, I've scouted around the entire dome,
and this is for sure the safest spot.
[transforming pulses]
[electrical humming]
- [groaning]
- I don't know how those cyber-sleeves work,
but I'm glad they do.
- Uh, let's make this quick.
[engine revs]
both: Aah!
- Okay, obviously, this place has
a few dangers to be aware of.
So if we get separated, meet back here.
[dramatic music]
* *
- Okay, I've seen all I need to--
- It's okay if you wanna turn back.
- She's right, no pressure.
- Pfft! What?
The only place I'm going is the comic book store,
assuming it's not right under a chaos cloud.
- Just think of the look on Robby's face
when you bring him the impossible.
- Speaking of looks on faces...
- Wow.
Terratronus is even more magnificent up close.
- Yeah, just be glad she's in stasis.
Being this close when Starscream had her
trying to squish us is easily one
of the top five scariest moments of my life.
[thumping]
Thanks for the nightmares, Screamy!
- I just wish I knew how to help her
so she wasn't stuck in this awful place.
- Yeah, I wouldn't want any of our friends trapped in here.
- Ah, good thing it's just her and the Decepticons.
- It's kinda sad anyone has to be stuck inside the Dome.
Aah! Aah!
[blasters zapping]
- Wah!
- [gasps]
- Hey, Soundwave.
Looks like the other guys do know how
to get inside wonderland.
I bet he knows how to get out too.
- Uh.
- Start talkin', Bumblebee.
How'd you and your puppies get in here?
- Who are you calling puppies?
- Sic your Cassette Bots on the JV squad.
I got Bumble-breath.
- [snarls]
- [screeches]
- [roars]
[dramatic chord]
both: Aah!
- [groans] Breakdown, please.
- [grunts] - I don't wanna fight you.
- So now you can get in here, huh?
- [gasps] I didn't know Mo could do it until today!
Honest! - [grunts furiously]
[scoffs] How convenient.
[grunts]
- Trust me, I'll get you out,
but you have to help me get them out of this fight first.
[chords ringing]
- [roars] - [screams]
- [screeches]
- Help them, and I promise I'll get you out of this dome.
[groans]
- Bee, you better not be playing me.
- Autobots scout's honor.
Meet us in town by the comic book shop.
- Soundwave, how 'bout some backup?
Hip toss me, now.
* *
[bell dings]
[grunting]
- Mo, Thrash, roll out!
- [grumbles]
You've let him escape.
You are an embarrassment.
- Actually, you're half right.
[electrical sizzling]
[fast-paced exciting music]
- Whoa!
Watch out for the chaos fog!
- Oh!
- This stuff's harder to dodge than those wimpy Decepticons.
- Ha! Bumblebee sure showed Breakdown who's boss.
- Ah, technically, I've never beaten Breakdown in a fight,
or in a race.
both: Seriously?
- Aah! Aah!
- [screams]
[both yelling]
[engine revving]
[tires squealing]
both: Whoa!
- [grunts]
[metallic screeching]
[groans]
[tires screech]
[electrical crackling]
[straining, panting]
- [woozily] Uh-uh-uh.
- Are you two okay?
- [gasps] I think so.
Thrash?
- [breathes heavily]
Thrash does not like the wacky.
No longer my catchphrase.
- Okay, team.
Let's go get what we came for.
- After this, Robby's gonna owe me
really good birthday presents for life.
[dramatic rock music]
* *
- [growls menacingly]
- I can see the comic shop.
We're almost home free.
[engines whirring]
- Decepticons are everywhere.
- I can help with that.
- [gasps] - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
It's okay.
I asked Breakdown to meet us here.
I know what you're thinking, but he's my best friend,
my brother, and he can help us.
- Again.
[soft stirring music]
- Uh, lemme handle this.
- Bumblebee, we need you to make this make sense right now.
- Okay.
The truth is, I want life to feel normal again,
just like you and Robby, but that's impossible
with my best friend stuck in here.
So when you asked me to come with you today,
I thought I could help you help your brother,
and at the same time, you could help me help mine.
- What do you mean, help him how?
- Get him out of the Dome.
- So he was your plan the whole time?
- Not Robby? Or us?
- No. I mean yes, all of you.
I thought you would understand.
I--I'm sorry.
You're right. I messed up.
And I should have told you everything from the start.
- What's it gonna be, Maltos?
- Malto time-out.
Okay, what do we do?
- We're getting Robby his comic book
because I want everything to feel normal again too.
[crashing, screeching]
- Technically, I don't think our lives were ever normal.
But I'm willing to try this if you are.
- Okay.
Bumblebee, we trust you.
- Thanks, Mo.
Thanks, Thrash.
- Ow, yeah, yeah. Yeah!
Thanks, Maltos.
Right, here's the play.
Bumblebee and I keep Skullcruncher busy
while you two grab the comic.
both: I was just about to say that.
- Green means go, pal.
- Good luck. Not that you need it.
[groans] Aah!
- [roars]
- You hit him high. I hit him low.
[intense music]
[engine revving]
- Aah! - Yah!
* *
- You little tot-bots better hurry.
- Why are you always calling them names?
- Uh, relax, Bee. I'm a competitor.
Talking trash is part of my charm.
- Well, can it. And don't forget,
those kids are your only way out of here.
- [roars] - Uh? Aah!
[both groan]
- [snarls]
[engine revving]
* *
[bells jingle]
- We got it! Time to roll.
[both groaning]
- [growling]
[heavy footfalls approaching]
[roars]
- [straining]
[victorious music]
* *
- Everyone okay?
- Yeah, I think so.
- Thanks, both of you.
- Yeah, don't mention it.
Now let's get to the finish line
before anyone else crashes our escape party.
- I know it's for Robby and all,
but I really wanna know how the story ends right now.
- Sorry, Thrash. This stays sealed
until we see Robby's face melt with joy.
- His face won't actually melt though, right?
- Can we talk about this on the outside?
- Relax, Bee.
The kids worked hard for their victory,
they earned this.
Hold that thing up.
I gotta see what's worth all this trouble.
- Hey!
[somber music]
- Breakdown, what-- what is this?
- Come on, Bee.
You're my friend, but they're my family.
- Greetings, Maltos.
Bumblebee.
[blasters humming]
- [whimpers] Yep.
Shoulda seen that comin'.
- You risked your lives for this?
It must be of great importance to you.
- I don't like our chances in a fire fight.
We should make like a tire and roll out.
- We're not going anywhere without Robby's comic.
It's everything.
- This need not be a violent conflict.
See, under my command,
the Decepticons are much more logical.
- Then give back our comic book.
- [snickers]
Maltos.
The terms of this negotiation are simple.
Open an exit or deconstruct this prison altogether,
and in return, you can have your precious pulp magazine.
Ugh. As tasteless as it is.
- You can be mad at me later,
but we need to get out of here--like, now.
- Uh-uh.
They may think they have us beat,
but I'm the one they need.
- It's true.
I cannot facilitate an exodus from this planet
while we are incarcerated inside this Dome.
- Give us the book first and I'll consider letting you out.
- Your logic suggests a stalemate,
and I will not accept an inconclusive outcome.
- Shockwave, wait.
Like you said, this doesn't have to be a fight.
[soft music]
So how 'bout a race?
* *
Me versus Breakdown.
If he wins,
then we let all the Decepticons out of here.
But if I win, we're free to go, and you give us the comic.
- Ha! Bumblebee.
You've never won a single race against me.
- I was just about to say that.
- I know I messed up, big-time.
But, please, give me a chance to fix this.
- Breakdown, if what you say is true,
then the logical outcome is a Decepticon victory.
I accept.
[light tense music]
* *
- Mm-hmm.
[laughs]
- Good luck.
Sorry, you kinda need it.
What?
[upbeat music]
* *
- I'll try not to embarrass you.
- Too late for that, "brother."
- The rules are, there are no rules
beyond satisfactory completion of one lap around Chaos County.
[engines rev]
- Enough already, let's do this.
[tires squealing]
* *
- [screeches] You folks watchin' at Dome
can catch all the action as I see it right here
on the big screen.
- You were playing me the whole time.
- Sorry, Bee. Shockwave promised
he'd get me back to Cybertron.
[dramatic music]
* *
- Look out!
- What? It's like Bee wants to lose
and let all the Cons out.
- Don't want you having any excuses for when I beat you!
How do you even know there's a Cybertron to go back to?
No one's called, no one's come looking for us.
- You every think Cybertron might be in trouble
and need our help?
* *
- Come on, Bee.
- [grunts]
- Get off! I'm not a skateboard.
- [laughs] Yeah! - Whoo!
- [yelling]
[sighs in relief]
If your crew's obsession with power
didn't keep ruining your chances,
Earth could be your home.
- Earth might be fine for you and your family,
but it'll never be our home.
- [groans]
Ooh!
- [screeches]
- Where's Bumblebee?
- Ugh. All right.
I can play by the no-rules rules too.
- Shockwave, we're just about home free.
[tires screeching]
both: Yes!
- Whoa! Where'd you come from?
- Oh, didn't see me coming?
Well, I didn't see your gutless betrayal coming.
- [laughs] Cheap trick.
- Hey, Breakdown!
You know what we have in common?
I'll do anything for my family.
- He can't slow down!
- Uh, look out!
- Aah! [groans]
- Bumblebee, are you okay?
- I know everything probably hurts right now,
but you did it!
You won!
- Congratulations, Bumblebee.
You finally beat me.
- Bumblebee, you and your party are free to go.
With the Decepticons under my command,
you can trust our promises
and our threats.
- Buh-buh-buh-buh, I got it.
Besides, this is the winner's circle.
[feigns cough] Loser.
- So that's that then?
- That's that.
[gentle music]
* *
- [grimaces]
[both groan]
- But hear this.
When I do find a way home to Cybertron, Bumblebee
and the Autobots should not expect an invitation
unless you choose to free us from this prison right now.
- Thanks for the offer, Shockwave, but we'll pass.
Later, losers.
- Mm. [chuckles darkly]
- I've read these a thousand times.
[groans]
The only comic I want is the one I'll never get.
- This comic?
- What?
Where did you find this?
- Oh, it was no trouble at all.
We just-- - Thanks!
- Mm!
- You're the best sister in the whole world.
- Um, excuse me?
- Best human sister, heh.
Sorry.
- Finally, I'll know how this epic story ends.
[uplifting music]
* *
both: Oh, my--