What a triumph of modern science.
These electro-cells will solve all of the Earth's energy problems.
- But until we can stabilize them,
They could explode at any moment.
- What the...
- Decepticons!
- I just love opening presents.
- And those electro-cells will make a wonderful gift for Megatron.
- No, stop! They could detonate without warning!
- Stand back at once, Starscream.
- Megatron!
- The electro-cells are too ticklish to withstand your,
Heavy-handed mauling.
I want to preserve these objects until I choose to use them,
To destroy the Autobots.
- But you don't understand the danger!
- Aaaahhh! - Nooooooo!
- If one of those cells explodes,
It could set off a chain reaction that could devastate the Earth!
- You heard the human. Exercise extreme caution.
Now, to ensure no more electro-cells can be created,
Starscream, demolish this installation.
- It is as you ordered, mighty Megatron.
- Then let us return to headquarters and begin the first chapter in the book of...
Decepticon supremecy.
- Good news, Prime.
I've located the missing electro-cells.
- Good work, Cliffjumper. Where?
- In the same area Mirage patrolled yesterday.
- Impossible! I'd have picked up a reading on them for sure.
- Maybe you did, but decided to keep it quiet.
That'll do, Cliffjumper.
We don't want bad feelings. Just the electro-cells.
Autobots, transform!
- Why do you delay, Megatron?
The power in these cells would be transferred to the Engergon cubes,
by now and the Autobots destroyed if I were in charge.
- But I am in charge, Starscream.
And until I am sure that this fail safe monitor device works,
I will not risk the electro-cells exploding.
- Where is the courage your leadership demands, Megatron?
To discover if something works,
You must dare to test it.
- You fool! You'll destroy us all!
- Destroy us all, oh brave Megatron?
Perhaps it's time the Decepticons looked elsewhere for direction.
To someone prepared to make command decisions.
The transfer worked perfectly.
- Perfectly you say?
Look again!
This time you have dared too much, Starscream,
You must pay the price for your insolence.
- There, Prime, in that valley. Where Mirage found nothing.
- Autobots, transform.
- Decepticon at 12 o'clock.
Alright, Autobots. Retreive the electro-cells.
- Autobots attacking!
Prepare to counterattack!
- Excellent! I shall rid myself of those nuisances once and for all.
Insecticons are nearby. Order them to action.
- Yes, Megatron.
- And Soundwave, tell them there'll be a special reward in it for them.
- This way, Autobots. Move in!
- Try and remember which side you're on, Mirage.
- Keep your mind on the the Decepticons, Cliffjumper.
- That's just what I'm doin'.
- An electro-cell.
Come to papa.
- Not so fast, papa.
- Didn't you ever learn not to touch things that don't belong to you?
- Ok, Optimus, jump him. Now!
- Optimus Prime? Where?
- Poor Starscream.
The oldest tricks only work on the biggest jerks.
- I didn't feel a thing.
- Then let's try again.
- Too fast for ya, huh Autobum?
- May I be of some assistance?
- Release the electro-cells, Megatron.
They don't belong to you.
- I possess them. Therefore I own them.
You've lost, Optimus Prime.
Your destruction is at hand.
Neither you nor your Autobot simpletons,
can prevent me from ruling the Universe.
- Missed, beetle-breath.
- The cells!
They'll all explode!
The elctro-cells!
Forget the Autobots and save them!
Stand back you fools.
Nitrogen will smother the flames.
- Mirage. Can you sill transform?
- I... I think so.
- We can't risk further combat so close to the electro-cells.
Retreat to headquarters.
Autobots, transform...
And roll out!
We'll be back, Megatron. Bank on that!
- We'll be waiting.
- Just a coupla twists of the bolt-capper and you'll be as good as new, Mirage.
- We'd of had those cells yesterday,
If Mirage had reported them in the first place.
- I already told you. They weren't there.
- I say they were and you didn't report it!
Hold on, Cliffjumper.
- Until you can back your remarks with proof,
I'll take Mirage's word.
Now...
I want you to go to the ridge and maintain surveillance of those electro-cells.
If the Decepticons try to move them, I want to know about it at once.
- You can depend on me, Prime.
- Put your axle up and rest a while, Mirage.
I'll look in on ya later.
- I don't need rest.
- Two measly engergon cubes?
- Is that Megatron's idea of a reward?
- I'd say that's pretty good.
- Not when Megatron has so many more.
- Just what I suspected.
Mirage is helping the Decepticons.
I could never fire on a fellow Autobot...
But Mirage is no longer one of us.
- Perfect. My plan is working already.
- First the Decepticons reward us,
Then they rob us!
- We'll take back our energon cubes and more.
- Time for me to reposition myself.
- I'll report the Insecticon activity to Prime,
As soon as I take care of that traitor Mirage.
But, where'd he go?
Uh-oh. Sounds like I'm not alone.
- You're not.
And this is one of those times when you really need a friend.
What?
- What were you firing at, Starscream?
- An Autobot spy.
- Obviously you missed.
- Well I won't miss him.
- They're firing on us-us.
It's a Decepticon ambush-ambush.
- Attack!
- Fightback-back!
- Time for me to disappear.
- You missed again.
- We both missed.
Don't worry about the Autobots.
Worry about them!
- Those greedy little Insecticons are trying to steal my electro-cells.
I will squash them like the bugs they are!
Decepticons, attack!
- Hiya!
One Decepticon down.
- But not out!
- Aaah!
- Where did this one come from-from?
I'll finish him off-off.
- No! We can make use of him.
- I've implanted a cerebro-shell.
It will compel him to obey only us.
Stand up, Autobot slave.
Select a target.
Now, fire!
I think this is going to be quite enjoyable.
- And when I got back to the repair bay Mirage was gone.
- I can tell ya all about Mirage.
He's at the storage area helping his friends the Decepticons.
- I've warned you about making unfounded allegations, Cliffjumper.
- I saw him with my own optics.
He delivered two engergon cubes to their storage area.
- But where would Mirage get energon cubes?
- I don't know but it's clear he's a traitor,
And we gotta put him outta commission fast.
- The only thing clear is that our first order of business is to,
Go to the storage area and get those electro-cells.
- And then?
- Then we will find Mirage and hear his side of the story.
Autobots, transform.
And roll for it!
- Fire, slave!
- Aaah!
- Good shot!
- A new toy, Bombshell?
Too bad you're not going to have long to play with it.
So two energon cubes weren't enough for you.
Now you want to steal our electro-cells.
- The cubes were enough, but you stole them from us.
- What gives you that absurd idea?
- A Decepticon insignia lying right where our energon cubes had been.
- So that's what happened to...
This Autobot ripped it off during battle.
- I know this will be difficult for you, Bombshell.
But think. Put two and two together, it will equal an Autobot trick.
- You wouldn't cheat us. You need to get rid of the Autobots.
Maybe after that you'll rob us blind, but not now.
- Decepticons, put down your weapons.
- Insecticons, cease combat.
We were deceived by this walking garbage can.
You shall pay for it, Autobot.
- No, Bombshell. Why destroy a perfectly good slave,
When I have a plan to use him to finish all the Autobots.
Hear me out.
- This is very strange, Cliffjumper.
You said the Insecticons were here with the Decepticons?
But I see no one.
- They were here, Prime. I'd swear to it.
- He is right.
I got rid of them.
And their friends retreated.
- More lies, traitor!
- No. I wanna hear him out.
Mirage, Cliffjumper claims you took energon cubes to the Decepticons.
Did you?
- Yes. I took them.
Then brought them here so the Insecticons,
Would think the Decepticons had stolen them.
- And then?
- They began to fight each other.
The Insecticons fled and the Decepticons chased them.
Now we can the get the electro-cells, Prime.
- Don't trust 'im, Prime.
My cybropolygraph is screamin' trap.
- Perhaps, but we've got to check it out.
Autobots, transform.
Let's get the electro-cells.
- Follow me.
- I knew it was a trap!
- Take cover, take cover!
- You traitor. I've been waitin' for this.
- Stand up, Autobot. And destroy your comrade.
Stand up. Stand up, I command it!
Very well. I'll do it myself.
After I blast you to pieces.
You've served your purpose.
- I can't believe any Autobot would turn against his own kind willingly.
What's this?
- Ooh.
- No wonder Mirage set us up.
- Right, Prime. This was controlling him.
One of Bombsells cerebro-shells.
- Then Mirage isn't a traitor.
- I... I never wanted to do anything against my fellow Autobots.
I-it was because...
- We know. All of us.
- It's over, Mirage. Forget it.
Get 'im back on his feet, Ratchet.
Looks like Megatron's ready for his final assault.
I'm gonna make a run for the electro-cells.
Join the others and cover me.
- But Mirage's wound.
- We'll care for it later.
- Let's go!
- Move or you're vaporized.
- You've lost, Megatron.
- So it appears.
This time.
But if I can't have the electro-cells no one can!
- Retreat, retreat-treat!
- Autobots, transform. And roll out!
My-my electro-cells.
They-They were meant for me!
They were...
We're sorry.
We know the loss of the electro-cells was a serious blow to your research.
- You did what had to be done.
At least the chainreaction did not harm the Earth.
- And thanks to you and the other Autobots,
The Decepticons failed to harvest the ebergy from the cells.
- There. That should take care of that hole from the Decepticon cerebroshell.
Hey, Mirage,
I have just one thing to say to you.
- Yeah? Uh, what Cliffjumper?
- Move over!
- Hey, what's up?
- I think I have a hole in my head that needs repairing too.
- You what!