[birdsong]
[engine roaring]
[tires screeching]
[engine revving]
[train whistle blaring]
[tires screeching]
[engine revving]
[clanging]
[brakes squealing]
[engine revving]
[engine roaring]
[train whistle blaring]
[engine roaring]
[brakes squealing]
[transforming]
- [laughs]
[beeping] New speed record.
Still got it.
[thud]
[grunts]
Ah!
Ugh, enough with the target practice already.
- Hi, Bumblebee.
What do you of your new room?
- Thrash called top bunk, but you and I are down here.
Mo says the horsey smell is a feature.
[sniffs]
- Best mission ever.
[camera shutter clicks]
- Best mission ever!
- [sighs] To-do list. [beeping]
"Come out of hiding." Check.
"Train recruits."
Soon to be check. [chuckles]
"Rejoin the Autobots."
Oh, dear Primus, I can't wait to say check.
- [humming] - Oh, hey, uh, Dr. Malto.
Just, um, working on my Terran lesson plan.
- The best part of being a teacher, right?
And the teaching, and the grading.
- I know it's a tight fit in the barn with three bots,
so if you wanna add walls or anything else
to get comfortable, be our guest.
- I appreciate that, Lieutenant Malto,
but training new recruits is a pretty standard
in-and-out mission.
I'll be gone before you know it.
- Give it up, Thrash!
We have way more apples than you two.
- [laughs]
- Uhh, no you don't.
- [laughs] Oh, yeah?
[gasps] [cow munching]
- Ohh, whoa! - Hey! Those are--
[munching] Aww.
[moos] [cowbell dinging]
[gasps] - All for you.
[munching, moos]
Why is this cow so adorably smaller than the rest of them?
- 'Cause she was just born.
- Like us!
- And that's what she changes into?
- Uh-huh. But for now, she's so cute and tiny.
Look at her soft fur and her fluffy ears.
[cowbell dinging]
- Aww.
[lights humming]
all: Aww!
[engine revving]
[brakes screeching]
- Tires to the tarmac, Terrans.
It's time to train.
[revving engine] [cow mooing]
- Stop, Bee. You're scaring her.
- Besides, what's there to learn?
Twitch and I already know how to change modes and stuff.
- Changing isn't the lesson.
It's what you do to start training.
- [yawns]
[grunting]
[cowbell dinging]
[imitating transforming sound]
Tada!
[all snickering]
- Ugh. You're up, whirlybird.
- [laughs] No problem.
I go drone all the time.
[light whirring]
[straining]
Ah, ah! I don't understand.
I just transformed right before you got here.
- Uh-huh.
- She did, Bee.
- When she wasn't under so much pressure.
- Okay. We clearly have a lot to work on.
Transforming is easy.
It's literally our name.
So, today, we're gonna work on actually--
- Actually, our schedule's all booked up.
- Fluffy Ears here needs us to feed her apples.
- And give her scratches! - [laughs]
- Feed her another apple.
- [sighs] Fine.
We'll train after hours.
- Oof. Tonight's the one time a week
the Maltos never miss--
family game night.
- I have no idea what that is, but I already love it!
- You should come, Bee.
You're part of the Malto family now, too.
- Yeah, thanks, but no.
I'm here on a deadly serious mission.
Optimus Prime tasked me with immersing the new generation
in sacred Cybertron culture, and--
[all laughing]
- Oh, it's so cute.
[cowbell dinging]
- [squeal, screams]
[laughter]
- [sighs] I can't believe this.
They're ignoring me, Bumblebee!
Battle scout, deliverer of life and death information.
- Great timing.
I was just moving my Bumblebee collection.
It's got everything.
Except your autograph.
Hint, hint.
[whirring]
[laser squealing]
On...all of them?
[rummaging] - Wait.
Is this supposed to be me?
- Yeah. Aren't they fun?
- My eyebrows do not look like that.
Give me strength. You know what?
Leave the box.
I'll get it back to you when I'm done.
My face is not a toy!
[cracking] Ow!
[grunts] This mission was supposed to be easy.
[sighs] I'm never getting outta here.
[beeping]
- Optimus Prime's channel.
Report. [explosions booming]
- Oh, Megatron.
Uh, I had a question for Optimus.
I--I can call back later.
- Perhaps I may be of help.
- Um, sure.
So hypothetically, if your troops
weren't listening to you, what would you do?
- When I commanded legions of Decepticons,
my strategy was always intimidation.
A little brute force.
Make a show of my weaponry, that sort of thing.
[explosion booms]
My signature move was the turbo twister, where I'd--
[explosion booms]
- Ahh! Mother of Solus!
[cracking neck]
- Training module complete.
[footsteps approaching]
- Heads up, newbies,
school's in session.
Seriously?
[mooing]
[sighs] I don't even wanna be here.
- Ah! [whirring]
[grunting]
Ugh! Why can't I change forms?
Ah! It's supposed to be part of who I am.
I bet nobody had to teach you how to eat apples.
Okay, I'll try again.
[grunting]
- She's training.
- Come on!
I don't need that big bumbling know-it-all's help.
- Know-it-all? [mooing]
Ahh!
[all munching]
You guys are everywhere.
[beeping]
- Optimus Prime's channel, Elita-1 speaking.
[grunts] - Elita?
Is Optimus trying to avoid me?
- Bee.
I've been his second in command for mega cycles.
Hup!
What do you need, Bumblebee?
- Well, hypothetically speaking,
if your fellow soldiers weren't paying attention--
- Trouble with the Terrans, huh?
- They don't listen to me.
- Give 'em a reason to.
What kind of things make 'em excited?
- Umm-- - Well, there's your problem.
You can't lead if you don't know your team.
They'll be way more willing to listen
if you show 'em you care about 'em.
- I'm not here to make friends.
I just wanna finish my assignment
and go back to being a hero.
- Right.
Well, good luck with that, hero.
[whirring in distance]
- Oh, okay.
I'm getting a feeling,
but it's warm, and it makes me want to giggle.
[laughter]
- Was this on your "busy" schedule?
- We're testing our emotional connection to Robby and Mo.
- Well, guess these presents I brought you
will have to wait. - Presents?
- You have my attention.
- These are your new comm devices.
We'll use 'em to keep in touch during our missions.
- Aw, they're made of you.
- Yeah, but the brows are all wrong.
[all laughing]
- Stop laughing at my face!
- [gasps] - Rude.
[cowbell dinging]
- Wait!
Come on, think. Know your team.
Show you care.
Tell me about this family game night.
- Really? - You're gonna love it, Bee.
[laughter]
- Welcome to the First Ever Malto Family Game Night,
Cybertronian Expansion Pack Edition!
- Ah!
- This new table's kinda wobbly.
- This'll fix it.
- All right, time to pick teams.
- Permission to request Twitch and Thrash,
Lieutenant Malto. - Sorry, Bee.
We already called dibs. - When was that?
- Through these. We just kinda felt it.
You can be with Mom and Dad.
- Pinch me! I'm on the Bee team.
- [sighs]
[timer ticking]
- Whoo-hoo!
[electricity buzzing]
[timer ticking]
- Remember, a good scout considers every possibility
before acting. - Every single one?
[beeping]
- Yes! Thanks for the assist, Bee.
Oh, yeah! - [sighs]
Not that possibility.
So, what's the next game?
- Charades!
Mo and Thrash, you're up.
[timer ticking]
- Okay. Mo's an injured Decepticon.
How do you set up a containment trap?
- Uh, injured Decepticon?
- Ehh! Wrong.
Mo is obviously a chicken.
- Robby!
- Ohh, yeah.
I see chicken now.
- [imitating forcefield] Invisible forcefield.
Mo, do you hear someone talking?
Because I don't.
- It's me. I'm talking
and teaching you how to think under pressure.
You're welcome.
- Mo, honey, pick another word.
[timer dings] - No fair!
We didn't even start yet.
- Bee interrupted our turn.
- Then Robby and I should get a do-over
from the last three games.
- Now you're straight up cheating.
- You need to respect your fellow scouts.
We're all on the same team here.
- We're literally not! That's the whole point!
- Why won't you let us focus on playing games
instead of training?
- I'm trying to help you.
I wouldn't have to do this during your precious game night
if you had just trained with me instead of
wasting time with a cow!
- [screams]
[clattering]
- Her name is Fluffy Ears!
[screams]
[crashing]
- Oh, come on!
I was a calamari, see?
- Who does Bumblebee think he is?
Turning family time into training?
Whoa, what--wait!
I changed form!
Ah! I changed form!
Whoo-hoo!
[laughs]
Fluffy Ears, I did it. I finally did it.
Oh, no, no, don't be scared.
Oh, here, I'll change back.
[grunting]
Argh!
Ohh! Uh!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
[beeping]
- This is Optimus Prime.
- Optimus, finally!
I've been calling you all day, 'cause, well--
'cause I'm having trouble with the Terrans.
They don't respect me. They don't listen to me.
They're not interested in my training.
How could I fail such a simple assignment?
Maybe be all that time in hiding
made me less of a hero or--
- Got ya! [laughs]
Anyway, I'm probably off on a mission.
[beeps] - Mailbox full.
[beep]
- [sighs]
[sighs] Please, no more autographs or compliments.
I can't handle hearing how amazing you think I am
when I'm in the middle of failing everything.
- Oof. I think I owe you an apology.
We're here to help if you need it.
- I just wish I knew how to get these Terrans to listen to me.
- [laughs] If you figure that out,
could you let me know?
Kids can be a mystery.
Listen, this is a big adjustment for everybody.
We're all trying to find our way.
Those Terrans need to learn things
even their mom can't teach,
but I know in my heart you can.
- Thanks, Lieutenant Malto.
- You can call me Dot.
- And all my friends call me Alex.
Not saying we're friends.
I mean, we could be if you wanted.
- I'm proud, too, Alex.
- Ohh, pinch me!
I'm friends with Bee.
- Twitch, what happened?
- I didn't mean to do it, but I--I was trying to change back
into bot mode, and I couldn't, and I just
broke the fence and the cows got out, including Fluffy Ears.
And now I don't know what to do!
- Bumblebee, you there? Bumblebee?
Using the walkie, like you said, talking into your head.
Pick up, please!
- Thrash, this is Bee. Copy.
- Oh, good. Uh, I hope you're not mad about the whole
us destroying the barn thing,
because we need your help with the pasture,
like, right now. [mooing]
[train horn blaring]
[engine roaring]
[brakes screeching] [transforming]
- What's the situation? - Bad.
- Bumblebee! The cows escaped through the hole in the fence.
- What do we do? This is our first rodeo!
- We need a strategy. Twitch, take my walkie.
Fly up, and tell us what you see.
- The cows are still heading toward the railroad tracks.
We need to move the herd without scaring them.
- That's good. Thrash, change into a vehicle.
That'll make it easier to herd the herd.
[grunting] Ah!
- How do you switch modes, Bee?
- I just want in my spark.
What's it like for you?
- When Thrash and Twitch change,
they feel safe, happy.
[whirring]
- Ohh, I can see how maybe my teaching style
didn't help with that.
Can you show me how it works?
- Sometimes it helps if we hold hands.
[whirring]
[transforming]
- Yes! Maltobots, let's go wrangle us some cows.
- Yee-haw! - Whoo!
- Whoo-hoo! [laughter]
- Yee-haw! [tires screeching]
- [laughs] Now they're mooving.
- Wait.
I still don't see Fluffy Ears. [beeping]
- Go find her. We'll keep driving these dogies home.
- Yee-haw! - Yah!
[mooing]
- Good job, team. - Got 'em!
[mooing desperately]
[cowbell dinging]
[track bells clanging]
- I got you, baby. [bells clanging faster]
[moos] [squeals, giggles]
You're right. Let's go home.
[metal clattering] [gasps]
Transform. Transform! Transform!
[train horn blaring]
Bumblebee! I saved Fluffy Ears,
but now I'm stuck in the train tracks
and I can't transform!
- I'll be right there.
- I'm coming, too!
- No. I can buy Twitch time, but she needs you to stay calm
and send focus now.
- We can help her, Robby.
[whirring]
[engine roaring]
[tires screeching]
[transforming]
[metal screeching]
- Twitch, you can do this.
I've seen it.
- I don't know how to be a Transformer, Bee.
I'm not like you.
I--I don't know how it works.
- You're thinking too hard.
This is just something you have to feel.
[train horn blaring]
A literal ghost train.
I don't even wanna know what this thing's hauling.
[grunting]
[brakes screeching]
[engine revving]
[struggling efforts]
[engine roaring]
[brakes screeching]
- [grunting]
What are you doing? It'll crush both of us.
- I'm not leaving until you're safe.
That's what being a team, a family means.
Feel that.
- Come on, Twitch. Come on!
[train horn blaring]
[track bells clanging]
[train horn blaring]
- So that's why it's called training.
[whirring]
[moos]
[laughter] - Twitch!
- Twitch, you're okay!
[cowbell dinging] [moos]
- Thanks, Bee.
- I should be thanking all of you.
This was the first time in forever
that I felt like part of a team.
- You mean part of a family?
- We all heard you say it over the walkie.
No takebacks. - Okay, see?
Now it looks like you.
- Welcome to Malto Family Game Night Take Two:
Repaired Barn Edition.
- Come on, Bee, roll the dice already.
- Okay, okay, okay.
[beeping]
- Bumblebee, this is Optimus Prime.
Sorry I missed your calls yesterday.
Are you free to talk now?
- I'm actually in the middle of something right now.
Call you back. [beep]
- Whoa. - Did you just diss a Prime?
- Hmm, I'm busy hanging with my family.