- The Emberstone.
- You mean the gift of Quintus Prime?
- Who's that, Dad? - He's one of the original 13
who helped create Cybertronian culture.
History says he created life on worlds across the universe,
using an artifact called the Emberstone.
- This proves my suspicions true.
I cannot say how the Emberstone came to be in Witwicky,
but Terrans, you are, indeed,
the first in a natural evolution of our species,
a welcome symbol of--
huh?
[tense music]
Ranger Malto?
- Dottie?
♪ ♪
- Mandroid sends his regards. He requests Optimus,
but we extend his summons to the infamous Terrans.
- And Zom-blebee, who's back from the dead
with a midlife crisis alt mode.
- Come willingly, and Megatron and the ranger may survive
in one piece.
- Bring me to Dottie--
now.
- [chuckles]
♪ ♪
- Evolution of hope.
- Did you hear-- - Just like last time.
♪ ♪
- Get to the cave, now!
- We haven't formally introduced--
- Take shelter, and guard the Emberstone.
♪ ♪
- Ugh, keep the stupid mood rock.
- It's you we're here to collect.
♪ ♪
[arachnamechs screech]
♪ ♪
- Whoa, whoa!
- Whoa. - Whoa.
♪ ♪
[both scream]
[arachnamechs screeching]
- You protect the Emberstone. - And we'll protect you.
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
♪ ♪
- Help, Quintus, please.
Mom needs us.
- I feel your call.
♪ ♪
- Uh, kids?
- It's okay, Dad. The same thing happened when...
♪ ♪
[crash]
♪ ♪
- [screams]
- [grunting]
- Stand down. This is over.
♪ ♪
- Maybe for your friend.
♪ ♪
- No, no, no, no!
- [gasps] - The cave's collapsing.
Let's go! The exit's this way.
[cave cracking]
[both grunting]
♪ ♪
- Family?
- Agent Schloder, we've subdued the Seekers.
I need a retrieval.
[blasts firing]
- [grunting]
Huh?
♪ ♪
Oh, thank Primus you're all right.
- Mr. Optimus, we lost the Emberstone.
- [sighs]
♪ ♪
- [gasps]
♪ ♪
- But look at all you've gained.
- More Terrans.
- Welcome, young ones.
I am Optimus Prime.
It warms my spark to meet you.
What are your names?
[dramatic synth pop music]
- She's Hashtag.
- [gasps] You're right.
I didn't have a word for my name--just a feeling.
- Well, what am I called?
- [gasps] His name is Jawbreaker,
my favorite candy.
- [squeals] Really?
- And I am Nightshade.
It is a delight and a surprise to meet you all.
- Not all of us.
♪ ♪
Mandroid still has Dottie.
- Uh, how do we make the bad feelings go away?
- We have to save Mom and Megatron.
- Mandroid is no joke.
We barely escaped the last time we met him,
and only because Mom saved us.
- We don't know this "Mom," but we feel your love for her
burning through our hearts.
- We wanna help.
- If you'll let us.
♪ ♪
- Thank you.
- Mandroid is formidable.
We will need all the help we can get.
But GHOST will be here soon to take the Seekers.
We must go somewhere secure, and I have just the place.
♪ ♪
This is Mandroid's lair,
and these pieces represent all of us.
- Oh, may I be the bobblehead?
- Of course. Morgan, can you switch--uh...
♪ ♪
- Nightshade's pronouns are they/them.
- He or she just doesn't fit who I am.
- My apologies.
Please switch their piece.
♪ ♪
Now, the plan.
Our new Terrans will pretend to be Decepticons.
You three will deliver me, Twitch, and Thrash as prisoners
to Mandroid in exchange for his protection from GHOST
and the Autobots.
Then the trap is sprung!
We will drop our bonds,
and Mandroid will be surrounded.
Meanwhile, Bumblebee and the Malto family,
who have been laying in wait outside,
will usher Lieutenant Malto and Megatron to safety.
I call it "Operation Terran Horse."
Any questions?
♪ ♪
Maltos, Terrans, let's rescue our comrades!
- So many parts I could use.
Which would best serve my role as Earth's protector?
The leader of the Decepticons' helm or your cannon?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- [prolonged screaming]
♪ ♪
- Ranger Malto, I know you can hear me.
I'll release your pet monster if you like.
All you have to do is surrender immediately.
- Ignore him, Dorothy.
This pathetic excuse for a doctor
couldn't hurt me if he tried.
- Don't mind if I do.
- [screaming]
♪ ♪
- Malto...
♪ ♪
Useless mechs.
Bring her to me!
Now!
♪ ♪
Now there's no one left to save you.
[synth pop music]
♪ ♪
- Any chance your GPS accidentally
brought us to the wrong evil cyborg's headquarters?
- Wait, wait, wait. What?
The jerk moved?
- It doesn't matter. You're a scout.
You can still find Dottie. Right, Bumblebee?