(Birdsong)

(Engine roaring)

(Tires screeching)

(Rock music)

(Engine revving)

(Train whistle blaring)

(Tires screeching)

(Engine revving)

(Metal clanging)

(Brakes squealing)

(Engine revving)

(Engine roaring)

(Train whistle blaring)

(Engine roaring)

(Brakes squealing)

(Transforming)

- (Laughs)

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!

(Msterious music)

(Electricity crackling)

- (Sighs) To-do list.

"Come out of hiding." Check.

"Train recruits."

Soon to be check.

"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.

Ha ha! Oh, yeah?

(Gasps)

(Cow munching)

Ohh, whoa! Hey! Those are...

Aww.

(Cow moos)

(Gasps)

All for you.

(Cow munching)

Why is this cow so adorably smaller than the rest of them?

Beause she was just born.

Like us!

And this is what she turns 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.

(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)

(Cow moos)

(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...

(All laughing)

Oh, it's so cute.

(Cow moos)

- (Squeal)

(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?

- Ugghhh...

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!

Owww!

(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)

- (Computer voice) Training module complete.

(Footsteps approaching)

- Heads up, newbies,

school's in session.

Seriously?

(Mooing)

(Sighs) I don't even wanna be here.

Ah!

(Grunting)

What's wrong with me?

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, I guess these presents I got 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.

Wait!

Come on, think. Know your team.

Show you care.

Tell me about this family game night.

Really? You're gonna love it, Bee.

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. How's 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)

I'm probably off on a mission. Leave a message.

- Mailbox full.

(Beep)

- (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.

- Okay... ha ha!

I heard a crash over here!

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, okay! Listen... 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.

Fluffy Ears! The whole herd 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)

(Track bells clanging)

I got you, baby.

(Moos)

(Bells clanging faster)

(Giggles)

You're right. Let's go home.

(Metal clattering)

(Gasps)My foot! It's stuck! Aaahh!!

Transform. Transform! Transform!

(Train horn blaring)

Bumblebee! I'm stuck on the train tracks!

And the train's coming! I can't transform! Help!

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)

(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)

(Gasps) Twitch!

(Laughter)

Twitch, you're okay!

(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.

Ha ha... Okay, okay, okay.

(Beeping)

- Bumblebee, this is Optimus.

Sorry I missed your calls.

Are you free to talk now?

(Moos)

- 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.