The Transformers

Great sounds! - Yeah.

Music the universal language.

Awesome! Too bad the other Autobots aren't here to enjoy it.

They don't gotta be, I'll send them a little beat in hi-fi.

Alright!

Prepare for target practice.

Omega Supreme always prepared.

My audio receptors! What is that noise?

- Humans call it music. - Not this human.

Sounds alright to me.

The Earth is but a spec on the arm of the universe.

There must be intelligent life out there...

waiting, as we are, to be contacted.

My Voltronic Galaxer...

will scramble my words into pulsations.

Enabling alien life...

to translate them to their own language.

To whom it may concern, I, Professor Haley...

on behalf of my fellow scientists and the Planet Earth...

Invite you to join with us in the spirit of friendship.

We appreciate your hospitality, Professor.

A response! - Where are you?

- In another galaxy? - Much closer than that!!

But we'll gladly blitz you to another galaxy.

You fool! You could have destroyed the Voltronic Galaxer.

Autobots! Autobots! Request assistance!

Help!

Blaster, decrease volume!

Blaster, shut up!

Help! Decepticons attacking!

- Where did the call originate? - I dont know!

All I can hear is that blasted Blaster!

You will dance with a touch of soul.

Shut up! - Shut up!

Haley Observatory, Decepticons attacking!

Hurry! - That's our cue!

Autobots, Transform!

Hey guys, I was only trying to turn you onto some good tunes.

Anything but this! Please, not this!

Get off, before you lose more than your machine.

Take good care of the cargo, Astrotrain. Nothing must happen to him.

You're... you're too late.

They got away with the Voltronic Galaxer.

We were held up by a little musical diversion.

What would the Decepticons want with your machine?

I dont know.

I could unscramble air codes...

or intercept radio transmissions.

We'll get it back to you, Professor.

Huffer, Tracks, report.

Any sign of Decepticon interference?

Negative, Prime.

Well keep checking and stay in contact.

Powerglide, Spike, report.

No sign of Decepticons or the Voltronic Galaxer.

And we've been halfway around the hemisphere.

Hey, talk about no place.

I can't even get a bottom 40 station out here.

Quit complaining.

Bingo! - Finally, some action.

I'll get it all down on tape.

Switching off engines and coasting.

Checking new quantic levels.

This will jam the airwaves between here and earth.

Autobots spies!

Astrotrain, clear the area of ​​all foreign debris.

You got it, Megatron.

- They spotted us. - Me and my big woofer.

Let's fly!

Can't get the speed.

Maybe he'd like a shot of his own stuff.

I can't find him anywhere.

He found us.

- Can't you do anything? - Not any more.

So Optimus Prime sent you to eavesdrop...

on our plans to conquer the earth, did he?

Astrotrain, weld it into place.

He will make an excellent trans-scrambler.

And this, otherwise, useless pile of scrap...

will serve as a power booster.

There.

Starscream, Thundercracker, return to earth.

Hey what's going on?

Is this your idea of a joke?

The fun has begun, but it's no joke.

- Request landing clearance. - Clearance accepted.

- We have clearance. - Please wait.

Runway 14, prepare for taxi.

- Hey what's happening? - We're losing our communications.

Come in, 431, come in.

Request flight pattern, come in.

League Airlines, clear the runway, clear the runway.

Hey Spike, radio in for landing clearance.

The radio is dead.

Looks like everyone's radio is out.

Hey buddy, keep to your side of the sky.

Hello, come in, hello!

Follow me pal, I'll bring you in safely, without a radio.

It must be the 10:40, out of Crotton Falls.

I'll radio them to the auxillary track.

10:40, come in. Hello!

Are you okay?

Call the fire lookout!

Smell the smoke?

No, but I will, there is always a fire somewhere.

And that somewhere is dead ahead.

I will knock out the fire.

Testing, 1, 2, 3. Testing, testing.

You can spare the rest of the trees, Red Alert.

This fire is all but out.