[tense theme playing]
Wait up, Sideswipe.
All we do is wait for you, Grimlock.
Fixit needs us now. As in, no waiting for slowpokes.
[tires screech]
The term is speediness-challenged.
You know, Sideswipe,
I always imagined that if I was real fast,
I'd never make others feel like...
Huh?
[all groaning]
I've been waiting for you.
Oh!
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♪ Robots in disguise ♪
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♪ Robots in disguise ♪
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[gasps]
Fixit, what happened to you?
Did a Decepticon like Minitron take you over?
Did a bad bot reprogram you?
Did you hit your head real hard?
[groans]: It's okay, Grim.
Fixit just needs particle samples for his combiner research.
If we are to discover how to combine you successfully,
I must extract your nanocells.
Ready?
What if I say no?
Don't worry, I'll be gentle.
On the count of three. One, two...
Aah! That wasn't on three... or gentle.
[groaning]
Okay, stop moving the scrapyard around.
Sensory disorientation is just a temporary side reflect...
Deject...
Effect.
Calculating particle frequencies.
[device beeps] Complete.
All set to attempt combining two bots.
Who'd like to go first?
[whistles]
All right, I'll volunteer.
And so will Strongarm. Right, cadet?
What? I didn't volun...
Ugh, of course, Lieutenant.
It would be an honor.
Whoa.
I'd raise my arm to volunteer, but I don't know where my arm is.
[tense theme playing]
Whoa!
It worked. The configuration is at absolute optimum.
[grunts]
More like near optimum.
Oh...
Grimlock, would you carry Bumble...
Uh, Bumblearm back to my lab stable...
Fable...
Table.
[groans]
I'll try.
But I'm still a little...
[screams]
[loud crash]
STRONGARM: Lieutenant, is something happening?
My optics are down. Trust me, Strongarm, you're better off.
[groaning]
Grim, what's with the pogo stick routine?
[groans]
I don't know. I just tried to stand up, and the next thing...
[screams]
[distant crash] [Grimlock grunts]
I'm all right.
Why?
[sobbing]: Why, why, why
didn't I listen to my Uncle Henny?
He wanted me to run a sponge warehouse.
Next thing I knew,
something a lot like that happened.
Ow.
[rushing footsteps] I told you the combiner effect would be temporary.
[sighs]: Thank the Primes.
Not that I don't enjoy working closely with you, sir.
Fixit, we need this worked out.
We can't have team members paralyzed during a crisis.
Okay, what's the story here?
Do not demonstrate.
Every time Grim tries to move,
he takes off like a pulse blast.
It's possible the particle sampler wasn't calibrated for Dinobots.
Rather than be extracted, his nanocells may have been hypercharged,
resulting in temporarily accelerated velocity across all extremities.
[sighs]: For now,
Grimlock has super speed.
What? Oh, get out of here!
It's like I've always dreamed.
No more teasing because I'm a half-step behind everybody else.
Hear that?
In. Your. Face.
Whoa!
[crash]
Ouchie!
[clears throat]
You should restrict movement for the time being, Grimlock.
And I advise you not to transform.
An accelerated transformation might tear you apart.
Aw!
I really wanted to help out the team by being fast for once.
Staying still right now is the best way for you to help, Grimlock.
[device ringing]
Decepticon signal.
Now two.
Seven. Eleven.
Nineteen.
A lot more than 19.
Hey, I'm fine, in case anyone's wondering.
Rapidly multiplying Decepticon contacts beneath Crown City.
What the scrud is going on down there?
Can you GroundBridge us into the subway system?
Inadvisable. You'd risk collision with an incoming train.
But there is an abandoned subway tunnel entrance
in an unpopulated area just outside of Crown City.
Good. We're going in.
Great. Give me a minute to get my new speed stuff figured out.
It's gonna take more than a minute for that, Grim.
You're staying here.
And staying still.
Autobots, let's rev up and roll out.
[dramatic theme playing]
[sighs]
Clean up on aisles 12, 13 and 14.
Oh! No problem. I'll get it.
Aww, I finally get something I always wanted,
and I can't even use it.
It's like a bad joke the universe is playing on me.
Not funny, universe!
You know what'd cheer you up, Grim?
Captain Plasmabeam's latest triumph over his archenemy, Dr. Nuisance.
I'm really not in the mood for...
"Chapter One. 'All My Spatulas Against Me.'"
[sighs]
Looks like we've found where subway cars crawl off to die.
These destroyed cars look as though they were purposefully arranged.
Someone doesn't want company in these tunnels.
Well, someone's gonna be disappointed.
[both grunt]
"Captain Plasmabeam knew he could rest easy,
now that Dr. Nuisance was back in prison."
And there's a picture of Captain Plasmabeam sitting on the couch with his feet up.
He's wearing a robe and eating mint chocolate chip ice cream from the carton.
The end.
[sighs]
I wish I could be as smooth with my super speed
as Captain Plasmabeam is with all the things he can do.
Well, Captain Plasmabeam had to train really hard
to get control of his powers, Grim.
Then I'll train to get control of mine.
I'll become a superhero
and be ready to help the team in no time.
I'm not sure that's a good idea.
Russell, I can't sit here till my super speed goes away.
Okay, lesson one: Sit up.
[grunting]
[loud crash]
Whoa. Whew!
Okay, nailed it.
Now for standing up.
Grimlock, just chill before...
[screams]
[grunts]
Nailed it again!
I was made to be a superhero.
Grim, you aren't really a...
Now what I need is...
I'm gonna run between those gas pumps
without hitting any of them.
No, Grimlock, don't!
[grunting]
All done! Guess I didn't need much training.
I am a superhero. I am ready.
I just need a few more things.
[sighs]
Lights on, everyone.
I thought Fixit said this track was no longer active.
[distant chuckling] That's no train.
[monkeys screeching]
[shrieks]
[monkeys gibbering]
[gunfire ricocheting]
[grunts]
Take cover!
Those Mini-Cons seem familiar.
That's because they look like the little brothers
of that blowhard orang-u-Con you took down.
But Optimus transported Simacore and his Mini-Cons back to Cybertron.
So who's the boss of these guys?
[dramatic theme playing]
Their eyes show no true spark.
I believe they may be clones.
[shrieks]
Give me a hand...
before we have more company.
[both grunting]
[all gibbering]
[gunfire] ALL: Whoa!
What they lack in true spark,
they sure make up for in numbers.
Boy, there's never a Grimlock around when you need one.
[heroic theme playing]
Bring on the bad bots.
Tell me you're not gonna run around,
busting up more of my stuff.
You must have me confused with that mild-mannered
and handsome Dinobot Grimlock.
I'm Grimlock, equally good-looking and handsome
and heroic superhero.
Hang on, the wind's picking up.
[wind gusts]
How did he get the cape and stuff
when he can barely move without going to light speed?
I might've helped a little.
I was hoping his speed would wear off
before we were through.
- BUMBLEBEE: Fixit, come in. - Go ahead, Lieutenant.
We're taking heavy fire from an army of Mini-Clones.
Has Grimlock's speed worn off yet?
Tell Bee: Grimlock is done training and ready for superheroing.
I am sorry, Lieutenant,
but the Dinobot formerly known as Grimlock
does not have his newfound speed under adequate control.
But no worries, sir. I will set the GroundBridge for your coordinates,
should you opt for a strategic retreat.
I don't think anybot knows what I can do better than me.
If I say I've mastered my speed and I'm ready,
then I'm ready.
But you're not ready, Grim.
Mastering any skill takes time and effort.
Like me and field goal kicking.
But I did take time.
I did make an effort.
Grim, we can all get so excited and carried away
that we lose sight of the truth.
[grumbles]
[device beeps]
GroundBridge portal activa...
Oh, scrap.
BUMBLEBEE: Oh, scrap.
[shrieking and gibbering]
[grunts]
[Grimlock grunts]
Have no fear, Grimlock is here.
STRONGARM: Grimlock, look out.
[groans and screams]
[all yelling]
[sighs]
Are we good?
Is the day saved?
That's one way to take care of a Mini-Con problem.
Grimlock...
Shh. Don't give away my secret identity.
I'm supposed to be "incognemo."
I told you to stay at the scrapyard, remember?
I remember it was because I couldn't control my power.
Well, I just showed up and saved all of you.
We'll have this conversation later.
For now, we need to figure out where these Mini-Clones
are coming from, so...
[loud crash]
Please don't let him have run into a subway train.
Fixit, would you ask Denny and Russell if they'd mind
coming down here and cleaning up our mess
before any humans happen by?
FIXIT: Aye, aye, sir.
No sign of Decepticons, Bee.
I did find a few walls, though.
[all grunt]
I thought I had this all figured out.
I was so psyched to help.
I'm just glad you're okay.
But you're endangering the mission and your teammates, Grimlock.
I'm sending you home.
Sir, he could just go back to the scrapyard,
decide he wants to make up for this, and run right back here.
[sighs]
Well... I mean, we can't just leave him here for a train to come by
so humans can see him.
How do we bring him with us in a way that doesn't involve Grim moving?
I believe I know a way.
[all straining]
Sorry I didn't stay in the scrapyard, Bee.
Sorry I took a short cut and didn't really practice.
Sorry I'm so big and hard to push.
Ugh! I'm sorry I didn't fake a back injury.
[subway rumbling]
We're close to the spot where Fixit picked up the original signals.
Wait.
This looks familiar.
I think she's just trying to get out of pushing.
[all grunting]
Strongarm, don't get too far ahead.
Grim, we're leaving you here.
Shout if anything comes in after us.
Whatever you need, Bee, I'll do it right.
No more short cuts.
I knew we'd been here before.
This is Vertebreak's old lab.
SIDESWIPE: The 'Con who chassis-jacked me?
We put him out of business ages ago.
It seems the lab has new tenants.
SIDESWIPE: This isn't a lab.
This is a clone-making factory.
[gasps]
[suspenseful theme playing]
- Aah! - Aah!
[groaning]
[groans]
[laughs]
Simacore.
You were in stasis.
Briefly. My stasis pod was faulty.
I escaped long before my fellow prisoners
made their journey back to Cybertron.
I couldn't leave without taking revenge on you, you see.
You, and particularly...
GRIMLOCK: Guys?
You okay in there?
Your Dinobot.
Excuse me, won't you?
[roars]
[gibbers]
BUMBLEBEE: Grim, it's Simacore.
He's coming for you.
No battle of wits this time, Dinobot.
What'd you say, Bee? Are you in trouble?
I think he's in trouble.
I'm coming!
Whoa!
[electricity crackling]
[groans]
I thought I heard Simacore.
Is that who I hit? Is he out?
I hope so, because I'm scared to move again.
That was him, Grimlock, but I don't think he's out.
And we can't move.
It's going to be up to you.
But... But... But... But... But... But... But...
[sighs]
Face me like a Cybertronian, Dinobot.
Can I get a rain check on that?
[gibbers]
You were never a match for me,
neither in brain power or strength!
Did I say I was?
Oh! Oh!
I don't think I did.
[grunts]
Stop babbling and fight.
I created my clone army to lure you and your friends here
so I could destroy you,
and I want to fight!
[both grunting]
[roars]
You are my greatest foe.
[groans] You mean, kind of like your archenemy?
I did become a superhero.
That is so awesome.
[grunts]
Yes, my archenemy.
And I will vanquish you.
[grunts]
Grim... you have to fight back.
But I don't know how.
I could bring the whole lab down around us.
[grunts] You've had your speed for a while.
Maybe you didn't practice much,
but you practiced some.
But didn't you learn anything you can do?
Maybe.
[grunts]
And now,
I decisively erase the only blemish of my career.
Farewell, Dinobot.
Actually, you're about to get another blemish.
Wanna know where?
Where?
In your face.
[screams]
[groans]
Strongarm, make an anonymous call.
Alert city maintenance to check out this area,
after we've cleared it of Cybertronian tech
and criminals, of course.
Consider it done, Lieutenant.
Holy hurricane mode, Grimlock.
You came through with a superheroic effort.
Yeah? You think I could be a superhero after all?
Nah, you're right. I'll just stick to being a regular hero.
[all groaning]
Everybody all right?
Ugh! You never know how big a Dinobot is
until you got to carry him.
Maybe you're just small. Ever think of that?
Whew!
It appears that your nanocells are already losing their supercharge.
You'll be back to normal speed in no time.
- Good. - Good?
If you get a superpower and you need to use it before you're ready,
it can be more of a problem than a help,
no matter how many short cuts you take or how confident you are.
Well put, Grimlock.
You're just gonna have to deal with little old slowpoke me.
After my super speed wears off, of course.
I'll just hang out nice and quiet till then.
Packing wrap, just in case.
[all laughing]
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