Transformers: Prime

Previously on Transformers Prime

It is best that you three remain under our watch.

Gaze upon Dark Energon!

Legend tells that it holds the power to... revive the dead.

Cliffjumper's signal popped back online.

Let's find Cliffjumper!

Cliff!

- What is this?? - Don't know.

Cliff was covered in it.

Wait! Lord Megatron! You do not know what it will do!

Tighten your grip, Jack.

H-Hey! What's with you, Arcee?

I thought you might actually enjoy the ride if we weren't getting shy at it.

Oh, bring it!

- Ready, set... - Miko...

I'm supossed to be protecting you.

Bulkhead, I'm strapped tight inside ten tons of metal muscle.

I'm protected.

No fair, Bumblebee!

You've been driving a lot longer than I have!

Thank goodness for peace and quiet!

Houseguests can be such a bother!

Wha...?

Optimus?

By the Allspark!

I needed that!

And stay broken!

Now, what could have caused that?!

I have a grave suspicion, Ratchet...

Dark Energon.

Lord Megatron?

It's as if the blood of Unicron the Destroyer

flows through my veins!

As if I hear his very thoughts.

I now know what I must do.

And what can I do to assist you, Master?

Quit groveling.

And wait my command.

Soundwave!

I fear that when our Master reached for the stars

he came down with a touch of... space madness.

Lord Megatron has not sound on his judgment since his return.

Increase global surveillance!

Quit groveling. And wait my command.

I'm not deaf!

But if Optimus Prime lives...

I believe it is in Lord Megatron's best interest

that we ensure his enemies destruction.

If the residue Arcee found on Cliffjumper

brought your broken equipment to life,

it would stand to reason that the very same substance

brought Cliffjumper back from the dead.

That would account for his life signal inexplicably coming back online,

but... Dark Energon?

It's so scarce seems to be virtually non-existent.

What would it be doing on Earth?

It was transported. By Megatron.

- For what purpose? - To conquer this planet,

by raising an army of the undead.

Well, Megatron would need to break quite a few toaster ovens.

I mean, where

on this world would he find that many cybertronian dead?

- That was awesome! - Can we do it again?

Sweet!

Sorry! Must have left that in the back seat...

Autobots, prepare to...

- Roll out? - Remain here.

Ratchet, you'll come with me.

Arcee, we'll be outside communications range for some time

so I'm putting you in charge.

Dude, You're biggest. You should be the boss!

- Err, he never picks me. - Optimus...

With all due respect. Plain bodyguard is one thing;

babysitting's another.

Besides, Ratchet hasn't been in the fields since the war.

My pistons may be rusting,

but my hearing is sharp as ever!

For the moment it's only reconnaissance.

And why do I hear an edge in your voice?

Arcee, much has changed in the last 24 hours,

and we all need to adapt.

Ratchet! Bridge us out!

OK, chief... so, what's on the activities list?

I'm going on patrol.

But Optimus told us to stay.

When you are in charge you can call the shots.

'Bee! With me!

Bulkhead, you're in charge.

So...uh... what's on the activities list?

How about band practice?

But we are not a band...

Why so antisocial? Come on, Raf, do you play anything?

Hmm... keyboard?

Laptops and samples, good! Jack?

I, sometimes mess around on the harmonica.

Do I look like I do country?

Just cover yourself in fake blood and jump around screaming.

Bulkhead! Percussion! We'll go for a big industrial sound.

DIY, we are a band!

You just need to learn the songs. This one's a ballad,

'My fist, your face'.

Come on! You can't handle raw power?

Proximity sensor. Quick, hide!

Prime!

Agent Fowler.

Uh. He's not here. Nobody's here.

Except me, of course.

Wh-, where did he go? Wait, don't tell me,

He's out pankacking a mini-mall!

Now, I don't know what language you 'Bots speak on your planet,

but Prime promised he would handle the Decepticons,

and blowing a crater in the middle of Nebraska

is not what the word 'handle' means to me!

So, you tell prime...

Since when are you, 'Bots, electric?

- Hey! How are you doing? - Contact with civilians!

Team Prime has really gone off rules this time.

Wait, don't tell me!

You are running a day-care center?

- Hummm... - We are interns.

Student interns.

Earning extra credits in...

Mechanics!-Robotics!

OK...

Let's move!

I'm taking all three of you into federal custody.

For your own protection.

We are protecting them.

Is that so?