- 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 don't 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 don't 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.
Thats not what my sensors say.
Decepticons!
Give me a forecast, not a blank look.
Well, I don't need a forecast to tell me thats a snow storm.
Attention motorists, attention...
stay away off the mountain roads.
Attention motorists, stay off the mountain roads.
Teletraan's gone dead.
So has all radio transmission on Earth.
The entire planet? We're talkin' major catastrophe.
What are we gonna do?
- Transform and roll out. - Transform and roll out.
Convert to snow tires.
Help! Help!
I got you.
And just in time.
Take it easy everyone, keep calm.
Looks like I'm gonna have to use force on you, pal.
Stay in your cars...
We're working as fast as we can.
Greetings, humans, this is Megatron.
Quick, protect the humans.
We must absorb the barrage.
I am the leader of the Decepticons.
Ruler of Planet Earth.
Don't worry, flesh creatures...
soon you will have a new leader to piece your planet back together.
Or leave it in pieces. We've got to do something.
I'm trying.
Soon the Autobots will be of no use to you.
I control the air waves.
Megatron is on every frequency.
Look out, Prime!
Optimus Prime!
We're gonna crash!
The emergency jet packs.
Here, Powerglide, use your jet pack!
- Good work, Spike. - Thanks.
Earthlings, I'll return your air waves to you for a price.
Listen carefully.
In exchange for your air waves...
I want all of your energy reserves.
I want your coal, your oil, your gas, your electricity, all of it!
And then, only then...
Will I return your air waves to you.
- It's Blaster! - But from where?
It's coming from the moon!
- Powerglide, can you make it to the moon? - Hey I'm a plane, not a starship.
But first things first.
Hold on, big guy.
Spike, Carly, the jet-pack is out of fuel!
But we've got to get Prime back to headquarters!
It's too far, I'm changing course.
- It's Blaster! - Why that son of an 8-track.
We gotta get these humans to safety fast.
We sure could use Ratchet's expertise right now.
You bet, but maybe these emergency transistors will...
reactivate him for a while.
If Blaster is on the moon, then maybe Megatron is there too.
Using him to foul up Earth's communication systems.
Must rescue our Autobot comrades.
Maybe you have enough energy for a trip to the moon, Omega...
but what about Prime and the rest of us?
We can't even contact Teletraan 1.
Without help, Prime could be finished.
We must go together.
- Enter now. - I've never been to the moon before.
First time for everything, Carly.
And zoom to the moon.
And if my demands are not met, earthlings...
What was that? Don't play with me, fool!
Equalize this!
Autobots, stop them!
Omega Supreme, preparing for battle.
Passengers, disembark.
- Release Autobots, Megatron! - Never!
Reeeelease them!
- Go, Omega! - Give it to him!
Looks like the big boy needs a little training.
Who challenges the Omega Supreme?
Alright!
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Megatron, no!
- Optimus Prime. - You're alive!
But not for long.
Now to eject some feedback.
How about a little power boost, Blaster?
Hey that oughta clear the airwaves.
I may be low on energy...
but I still have enough to conquer you.
Don't move, Megatron.
Face it, Omega, you're outdated to catch me.
Very well, Prime, you have won for now.
Hurry, we gotta save Blaster and Cosmos.
Say Prime, what do say we turn this place into Radio Moon?
With a loony lunar land of bop hip hits?
Yeah, You need some company out here.
Hey how about it Prime?
- I did save the day. - Yes, Blaster.
But remember, your volume, like any capability...
It is also a responsibility.
You must decide when is the right time and the wrong time to use it.
- Blaster! - Hey Prime, dig the gizmos!