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: [confronting Rattrap
] Now only YOU stand in the way of my ultimate conquest! Rattrap
: Rattrap: Maxi...
[Megatron grabs Rattrap by the throat, silencing him
: None of that, vermin. Nooo. For now, I shall crush you like a RAT in a TRAP!
: Aww, man... it's YOUR fault I ain't kickin' back on Cybertron, you overgrown stinky iguana! Dinobot
: I did the planet a favor. Rattrap
: You want me to show you just how velociraptors got extinct? Optimus Primal
: They're taking it well. Cheetor
: I wouldn't want it any other way. Dinobot
: Go scurry through a maze, mouse! Rattrap
: Oh, yeah? Well, why don't you make me? If you weren't in that CR chamber...
[Rattrap shrieks while the rest of the Maximals laugh
: [entering the Maximal base
] It feels strange to be in such an artificial setting... Rattrap
: Hey, hey, hey, it's Tigatron the Barbarian!
: You should have left me behind... Rattrap
: Look, Dino-buster, Optimus went through enemy fire to save your scaly skin, so don't spoil the sacrifice!
: [at the Darkside ship
] Let's pillage and plunder! Optimus Primal
: Only for spare parts. It is a Predacon ship, and still very dangerous. Rattrap
: In that case, why not let Chopperface go first?
[accidentally swings a rod into Dinobot's crotch
: Yes, that would be an obvious decision...
: Oh, man... I'm pushing all these hot buttons, and I'm gettin' nada! What's with him? Optimus Primal
: Can't you figure it out?
[Dinobot leads the Maximals to the innermost chamber of the Darksyde
: This is what you seek... I will reconnoiter elsewhere...
: Psst! Scrape ape! So, uh... what're we gonna do about Dinobot? Optimus Primal
: Why should we do anything? Rattrap
: Oh, man... he's still a Predacon! He's only with us because he thought we'd win, not because he believed in what he stood for! He's a soldier, and with the enemy gone, who else is he gonna fight? Look, this ain't a good time to prove you're a wimp chimp, buddy; he'd screw you up the minute you turned your back...
: But we still can't trust Dinobot... Rhinox
: Before we decide where he's going, we have to decide where WE're going!
: Hey, Chopperface's back! A little late, but I can tell you're feeling better. Dinobot
: And with good reason - I shall not have to see YOU again! Rattrap
: Woo-hoo, that's another winner! Optimus Primal
: What are you saying, Dinobot? You will NOT return with us to Cybertron? Dinobot
: No. On Cybertron, I will be a Predacon criminal, but here on this planet, I have no equal. I will remain behind to rule this world. Optimus Primal
: I understand. Nonetheless, let the record show that I advise against this action. It will, eventually, lead to your destruction. Dinobot
: Eventually... eventually can be a long time, Optimus Primal. I salute you, my former leader, and my former comrades!
: Dinobot? Dinobot...
: I'm almost done with these repairs... Optimus Primal
: We'll need to pick up our stasis pods from orbit, and we'll also need to inform Tigatron... Cheetor
: Okay, but after that we're gonna explore the galaxy again, right? Rattrap
: Whoa, whoa, whoa, what're ya talkin' here? Have you seen the way this scrap heap looks lately? Assuming we even get this thing into space, the only place we're goin' is back to Cybertron! Optimus Primal
: I'm afraid Rattrap's right. Rattrap
: Woo-hoo, and about time too! I can hear the dames cryin' over me! Dinobot
: Perhaps it is your return that gives cause for their... unhappiness!
[the Axalon nosedives to Earth
: We're all gonna die! Dinobot
] Wait! Look, in the sky! Is it a bird? Rhinox
] It could be a plane... Rattrap
: Nah, it's Optimus!
[as the mountain explodes, Optimus Primal and Rattrap jump off the edge, falling from a great distance into some bushes
: You do know that was crazy. Optimus Primal
: Sometimes crazy works. Oh, and you did good up there... Rattrap
: Ah, you weren't so bad yourself... but don't anyone I said so...
: Told ya, rat-breath! Rattrap
: If you ask me, both you an' Optimus both need to be debugged!
[seeing the floating mountain for the first time
: Guess I owe the pussycat an apology...
: Terrorsaur's leading the Predacons now! He's going to attack our base! Optimus Primal
: What about Megatron? Cheetor
: Terrorsaur scrapped him like he was a maintenance bot! he must have found some monster energy source on that floating mountain! Rhinox
: Floating mountain? Rattrap
: I knew it... you got your circuits crossed, kid! Even on this weird dirtball, mountains don't fly!
[Rattrap sees Terrorsaur return from his battle with Optimus Primal
: Optimus must have lost this round... which means I'm one gone rat!
: [ambushes Rattrap
] Surprise! Rattrap
: [breaks free
] Sorry, Bugbot, I got no time to play with you!
[turns to get out but Tarantulas leaps in his path
: I'm afraid I insist!
: You can't beat me, vermin! I am your superior! Rattrap
: Stick it in your command module, eight-eyes!
[Tarantulas charges at Rattrap, but a skilful handful of mud to the eyes causes him to go over a cliff and land on his back
: That'll teach you to mess with the rat!
[the mountain begins to explode, with Rattrap still on it...
: Well, at least I'm going out with a bang! Optimus Primal
: The only place we're going is home! Rattrap
] Optimus! I thought you were scrap! Optimus Primal
: Well, we'll both be if we don't get out of here! On my back!
[Rattrap jumps on Optimus Primal's back
: Now, make like a bird! Optimus Primal
: Can't! The energon blast will fry my circuits entirely! Just hold on tight... Rattrap
: Oh man, oh man, oh man... don't tell me you're gonna... JUUMMMP!
[playing cards with the computer
: I'm into this stinkin' computer for half a million...
[flying to the floating mountain
: Man, oh man... if I wanted to fly, I would've become a BAT, not a rat! Optimus Primal
: It was the fastest way. And will you stop wiggling?
: Ease off, Rattrap, it was an accident! Rattrap
: Says you! Optimus Primal
: That's right, says ME! You wanna question my orders one... more... time? Rattrap
: I... ahhh... I don't trust Predacons!
: [after rescuing Rattrap
] You're welcome. Rattrap
: You're the leader. It's your... ah... job.
[the Maximals transform
] Optimus Primal
: Defensive positions! Rattrap
: [about Dinobot
] What about HIM? Optimus Primal
: He's with US! Rattrap
: I ain't buying it just 'cause YOU say so!
[Cheetor and Rhinox transform to save Optimus and Dinobot
: Hey, hey, hey! YOU go an' get yourselves scrapped, 'cause I ain't...
[an annoyed Rhinox picks him up for the second time and glares at him
: All right, all right...
[about Dinobot's challenge towards Optimus Primal
: Don't WE get a say in this? Rattrap
: Let Chopperface and the Boss Monkey duke it out! Ain't no fur off of MY tail... Cheetor
: No way! Hey, Scale Belly, how's about you try a piece of the fat kitty, huh?
: We have to get there first... all FIVE of us! Rattrap
: Yeah, all five of us! You mean... Dinobot is... we're all gonna die. Hey, wait!
[runs after the Maximals
: Oh, for bootin' up cold...! You're not gonna believe a PREDACON, are yah? Optimus Primal
: That's MY call!
: Yeah, well, at least Megatron's gone, and so's the Energon, so it's over! Can we go home now? Optimus Primal
: No, Rattrap! For now, we're stranded here with the Predacons on this unknown planet. Megatron may be back, and there is still more Energon. If they ever get enough, they could conquer the galaxy. So for now, let the battle be here, on this strange primitive world, and let it be called... BEAST WARS!
: Hold your fire! We could start an avalanche! Rattrap
: Have you crossed your wires? They're coming back!
: Rattrap, what are you doing? Rattrap
: We can't abandon the base, and since I turned this thing on I'm the one who's gotta turn it off! Oh, man, I'm starting to sound like Optimus Pinhead...
[heads into the ship's ventilation system
[the defense system upgrades itself
: Oh, man... there won't be enough of me left to fill a teaspoon!
[dodging fire from Sentinel
: And one and two and stretch - now bend, now lift - feel the burn! YEAH!
: Rattrap? But how did you... Rattrap
: ...avoid getting scrapped? Well, it was no oil bath. But the bottom line is: the defense system ain't built that can beat me! Right, Sentinel? Ya just gotta know how to talk to it!
: Danglers? Defense guns? What kind of defense grid is this? Rhinox
: What's coming out of your gearing? Dinobot
: These toys won't work against Predacons in battle mode! Lethal threat demands lethal response! Rattrap
: Oh, yeah? Well respond to this, Chopperface!
[programs the system to attack Dinobot
[the defense system starts to malfunction
: Show's over, Rhinox; shut it down! Rhinox
: How? The console's junked, thanks to you and Dinobot! Cheetor
] Hey, what's going on? Rhinox
: Sentinel thinks we're intruders! We have to get out of here! Help Dinobot! Rattrap
: Uh... what about that friend-and-foe program? Rhinox
: That's what I was working on when you pulled that stunt! Rattrap
[the base is flooded
: Tsk... Zero-friction fluid! Huh! C'mon, Rhinox, that stuff is strictly for amateurs!
[starts surfing across the fluid
: Ah, this ain't a security grid. It's a gym just for spy guys like me! Heh-heh!
: Give it up, Sentinel! You don't have a chance! 'Cause I'm a stealth fighter, a master marksman, and...
[detaches a bomb from a compartment in his body
: ...a demolition expert!
[the defense grid is deactivated
: Hey, the defense grid's down... Rhinox
: Oh, no... Optimus Primal
: What is it, Rhinox? Rhinox
: Sentinel would not have deactivated if, if the intruder was still active... Cheetor
: Rattrap... gone? No way. I don't believe it. Optimus Primal
: He was a difficult Maximal to deal with - at times, impossible. But I'll remember him with honour. Dinobot
: I won't disgrace his memories with lies! He was a stinking, omnivorous pestilence! But yet... in some perverse way... I shall miss him. Rhinox
: Sure, he smelled, he was a rat - but he was my best friend. Rattrap
: [surprising them
] Oh, boohoo, boohoo! Don't stop!... Ya motorheads are killing me!
: [stuck on Tarantulas's web
] This is a really dumb plan, web-brain. I don't have any real blood, just mech fluid. Tarantulas
: Oh, my filters will adjust. It is the ACT I enjoy more than the nourishment. Rattrap
: You know, you are one sick bug, eight-eyes. Tarantulas
: Ah... the rat! Rattrap
] Ya got it! Now, what do ya say you let my pal go? Tarantulas
: TARANTULAS: TERRORIZE! Rattrap
: RATTRAP: MAXIMIZE!
: At least I'm not afraid to do it! Rattrap
: You know? That is why you mess up, kiddo - you don't have the sense to BE afraid! Cheetor
: OH, YEAH? I'll show you what I have the sense to do, cheddar-head - you and Big Bot!
: Hey... thanks, for not telling him about... Rattrap
: Save it, kiddo! If I told Optimus about your little play-date with Tarantulas, he'd kick my sweet pink butt too! And one more thing: if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I will personally rearrange your spots! Now... get outta my way, I got garbage to munch!
: And thanks for saving my life... pal.
: [after Cheetor has awakened with a scream
] Good as new. Rattrap
: And doubly loud; ow!
: I'm going to call Dinobot in from the perimeter! We'll need his knowledge of the Predacon base to do something about that mega-cannon! Cheetor
: I can get inside their base! Let me do it, Optimus! Optimus Primal
: You've done enough!
: I'd better come up with a plan. If I know Optimus he'll want to move fast. Rattrap
: Yeah, with me in front. Heh! No, thanks, partner. The pussycat got us into hot oil, let HIM dance into Predacon HQ.
: [shaking his head
] Mmm, mmm, mmm. Rattrap
: What? Rhinox
: You know what he's going to do. Rattrap
: Ah, he's just grinding his gears! I mean even HE's not dumb enough to disobey the great Optimus again... Okay, okay, okay, okay! I'll stop him! That's if I can catch up with him...
[Grumbling, Rattrap goes after Cheetor, with Rhinox giving a small smile
: [uses a decoy to lure Tarantulas into a corner
] Fell for the old hot box...
: [to Cheetor
] Hold on, kiddo!
: I must have a bug in my program to be doing this for that dumb feline...
: Maannn... All this for a golden disk... Optimus Primal
: It was Cybertron's carefully-guarded relic, Rattrap. It gave the location of a major Energon source. That's why Megatron stole it! Rattrap
: Yeah, like I care... You know, we was supposed to be doing deep space exploration - flying galactic patrol was nowhere in my job description, you know what I'm saying? You sure you're cut out for this commander gig? Optimus Primal
: Remember the Great War, Rattrap? If the Predacons get enough Energon they'll start it again. We can't let that happen. Besides, you wanted exploration, and here we are on an unknown planet - what more do you want? Rattrap
: Well, call me picky, but a working spacecraft might be nice! Optimus Primal
] Just no pleasing some people...
: [Optimus Primal growls at him
] Hey! Hey, what's got your servos so bent? Optimus Primal
: Let's get one thing straight, Rattrap: I am commander of this group, and when I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed! Rattrap
: Oh, yeah? So I get vaped because you're too chicken to go yourself! Optimus Primal
: I will not give an order I would not be willing to do myself! But I was capable of giving you better cover fire, you were not. Rattrap
: Hey, we got out of there alive, didn't we? Optimus Primal
: But injured. It'll take time for our beast modes to effect internal repairs.
: So... uh... this your first day on the job or what? Optimus Primal
: Shut up, Rattrap. Rattrap
: Oh, yes, sir! I feel heaps better knowing that our lives are in your capable hands!... We're all gonna die.
[Two ships fly through a portal, attacking each other
: Hull breach in Sector 7! Guidance systems failing! Rattrap
: Oh, man, this is ridiculous! We're an exploration ship, not a battle cruiser! Optimus Primal
: We had no choice! Ours was the only ship that could lock on to Megatron's warp signature! Cheetor
: Shields are doing a major fade! Optimus Primal
: Plasma cannons to full power!
[During a battle, Cheetor is pinned down by some rocks
: Ahh... I'm stuck! Optimus Primal
: Rattrap, help Cheetor! We'll cover you! Rattrap
: Yeah, right! Optimus Primal
: That's an ORDER, Rattrap! Rattrap
: Yeah? Well, you can just kiss my skin-rear, 'cause there ain't NO way I'm going out there n' getting MY pelt punctured!
[With a snort of disgust, Primal goes in on his own
[Rhinox, carrying Optimus Primal and Rattrap, heads towards some boulders
: Heads up! Roadblock! Optimus Primal
: Veer left! There's a clearing about a hundred metres!
[Rhinox disregards these comments and simply barges through the boulders
] Optimus Primal
: Ah, yes. Silly me...
: Tarantulas: terrorize! Rhinox
: Rhinox: maximize! Rhinox
: Scorponok: terrorize! Rattrap
: Rattrap: maximize! Terrorsaur
: Terrorsaur: terrorize! Megatron
: Megatron: terrorize! Optimus Primal
: Optimus Primal: maximize!
[During a battle, Rattrap refuses to attack and is picked up by a fed-up Rhinox
: Hey! Lemme go, yah big bulldozer! Rhinox
: Cover fire... they need it, we give it! NOW!
[Rhinox orders everyone to change to beast mode
: Oh, boy. That was weird. A-a-and I still can't see. Cheetor
: Me neither. Dinobot
: I'll tear out Scorponok's cervos for this! And Waspinator's too!
: [entwined in a python
] Can't... breathe... Rattrap
: Cheetor? Cheetor! Where are ya, kiddo?
[a snake attempts to make Rattrap its dinner...
: Where is it? Where is it? Rhinox
: [catching the snake in his teeth
] Got ya now.
[Rhinox awakes at the Maximal base, fully repaired
] Hey, buddy! Good to SEE ya. And, thanks. Cheetor
: Goes double for me, big guy. Dinobot
: Hmm. I suppose you did do a... commendable job out there.
: [transforms into beast mode
] I'm gonna go smell some flowers.
: Eh... ya know, ya gotta love the big lugnut.
: So, now I'm nothing more than an Energon miner! What a waste of my talents.
[his detector goes off
: I've found some! Here!
[discovers an energon deposit far greater than Rattrap's
: Nice find, Dino-miner. You're even better at this than Rattrap! Dinobot
: Hmmm... I'm better at EVERYTHING than Rattrap! Rattrap
: My eyes! My eyes! Rhinox
: Dinobot? Rattrap
: Rhinox? Where are ya, buddy? It's darker'n than the Inferno out here. Cheetor
: Rhinox, Rattrap - Somebody help me! I can't see!
: Wait, I detect a scent! Vile corruption... a whiff of festering putrefaction! Rattrap
: So I ate a limburger sandwich for lunch, I'm a rat! Gimme a break! Dinobot
: I have been uncomfortably aware of your ostench for the past hour, vermin. This is something else... something over THERE!
[Tarantulas takes off
: Oh, yeah! He's mine! Dinobot
: Leave battle to the warriors, mouse!
: Unlike YOU, I do not spend my time scurrying through sewers! Rattrap
: Yeah? Well, a sewer smells better than your breath, bronto-brain! Dinobot
] You will get used to it when I bite your useless head off! Tarantulas
: [now standing and aiming
] Die, Maximals! Dinobot
: SHUT UP!
[both punch out Tarantulas
: Excuse me, are you implying that the current situation is somehow... MY responsibility? Rattrap
: Well, you did start it... gearhead! Dinobot
: I BEG to differ... cheese-lips! Rattrap
: Pre-evolved birdbrain! Dinobot
: Eater of garbage! Cheetor
: [listening through the com-link
] Sheesh, and they call me the immature one...
: So... uh... you got a better plan? Dinobot
: No, but I STILL despise the idea of expiring underground. It lacks... a warrior's nobility. Rattrap
: Oh. Hey, no sweat. 'Cause I ain't lettin' nobody waste you down here - that's a job I'm reserving for MYSELF! Dinobot
: Oooh, I appreciate your concern. But let me assure you, being shot in the back by a malodorous MOUSE would not exactly earn me a seat in Silicon Valhalla!
: [releases him at the sound of firing
] We're under attack! Rattrap
: Oh, really? Got any more astute observations you'd like to make, lizard-lips?
: Now, are there any other stupid Maximal ploys you'd like the try? Rattrap
: [jumps down through the vent
] Well, how's this, scale-belly?
: These wild bean vines could provide cover for a Predacon ambush, rodent. One must always be on the alert for sneak attacks. Rattrap
] Funny... that's just what I was thinkin'. Fore...!
[strikes a bean so it strikes Dinobot and knocks him down
: Jumpin' gyros, Optimus sure learns a new body fast. Rattrap
: Yeah, well, whaddaya expect? He changes 'em often enough.
: Sheesh. Where's my cyberviolin? Rhinox
: Very touching, Silverbolt. But she's just in stasis lock. Rattrap
: Yeah, so if you could stop crushing her to your manly torso plate for a while, what say we start the repairs? Silverbolt
: [clearing his throat
] Yes, um, very well. Rhinox
: Hurry back with that spark, Optimus, or none of this will have mattered at all.
: His spark can't exist outside of a living body. Optimus Primal
: I know. Rattrap
: What? Are you NUTS? You can't hold two sparks in your body.
: Freedom is the right of ALL sentient beings, Megatron. Megatron
: Then they'd better stay out of my way. Rattrap
: Oh, for bootin' up cold, will you just shoot him already? Optimus Primal
: I'm trying not to resort to that. Rattrap
: Then I will. Optimus Primal
[Optimus Primal groans in the corner of the Ark
: Hurry. Blackarachnia
: This technology is over four-billion years old. It takes time. Rattrap
: Time you don't have She-Spider. Silverbolt
: You'll have to shoot through me, rodent. Rattrap
: Don't tempt me. Rhinox
: Knock it off. We have bigger problems.
: Whew! He's back in normal stasis and reality has been restored. Rattrap
: Yeah. Now all we've gotta do is keep it that way for the next couple of million years. Sheesh, no problem. Optimus Primal
: Rattrap is correct. The first thing we have to do, Maximals... Blackarachnia
: Ahem! Optimus Primal
: And Predacon, is fortify this place so gather up all of the salvage you can find... We're moving in.
: [after pushing some buttons
] Auxiliary life-support on. Silverbolt
: [continues to plug the life-support machine into Optimus Prime's arm which slows down the time storm
] It's done! The time storm... It appears to have stabilized somewhat. Blackarachnia
: But Big Mac here is still fading.
[Blackarachnia and Silverblot begin fading in and out
: Reality is still in flux. Optimus Primal
: [flying into the Ark
] Sliverbolt. What? Huh? Well, that's just prime. Rattrap
: Well, what's left of him anyways.
[Rhinox slugs Rattrap
: Hey, what are ya doin'? Depthcharge
: Energon circuits... fried... no power. Rattrap
: Ohhh, then switch to glide mode or somethin'! Depthcharge
: I don't have a glide mode, mouse! Rattrap
: But you gotta do SOMETHIN'! Depthcharge
: I'm open to suggestions. Rattrap
: Oh, okay... how 'bout we crash down into that mountains and die horrible, agonizing deaths?
: Ow! Careful, you moronic mouse! Rattrap
: Hey, if you can RIDE a little steadier, maybe I can steer better! Depthcharge
: You couldn't steer a garbage scow! Rattrap
: Yeah, like a floatin' flounder's any better!
: [to Una
] You better bail, sister. Cause the ray won't hurt ya... but our exploding bodies might!
: You know, those Preds are probably slagged and helpless back there. We oughta go finish 'em off. Rattrap
: In case you haven't noticed, Scales, we ain't exactly in fighting trim ourselves. I say we go home. Depthcharge
: Why am I not surprised? Rattrap
: Say, uh, Una...
[points his gun at Depthcharge's head
: Cheetor ever show you my recipe for FRIED flounder?
[Depthcharge hits Rattrap with his tail
: Huh, I ain't dead! Depthcharge
: This day's just full of disappointments...
: So... uh... how are you doing there, Charlie Tuna? Them energon circuits still sizzled? Depthcharge
: They'll recover. Just DIG ME OUT! Rattrap
: Hah, and leave me exposed to Pred fliers? Ha ha, NO way! You just lie there and get your juice back. Depthcharge
: Where are you going? Rattrap
: Hey, this is STILL a rescue mission, remember?
: Well? Cheetor
: It didn't work! All we did was tip 'em off, and now they're gonna be waitin' for him!
[turning on Dinobot
: You and your bright ideas! Dinobot
: It would appear that only Optimus can truly think like Optimus. For the rest of us, we must now... think on their own.
: What do you mean, "use it to our advantage"? Dinobot
: Optimus, is a war machine. I say we point him in the right direction, give him full armaments, and then, unleash him upon the Predacons. If we want the antivirus, that is the only way to get it. Rattrap
: Hey, hey, hey, hey! Eh, normally, I would love to see the Preds get their little scheme tossed right back at 'em. But you're forgettin', just one little thing. Dinobot
: Oh? And that would be? Rhinox
: Optimus would get blown to scrap. BIG problem. Dinobot
: Well... that depends on your viewpoint. Rattrap
: Hey, hey-hey-hey - shut up!
: You were supposed to be his backup! Dinobot
: We were ambushed! And - don't tell me my duties, furball. Or you, shall soon be occupying several recycling bins! Cheetor
] Wanna try it now, Lizard Lips? Rattrap
: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heeh! Eh... as much as I'd love to see the both o'you scrap yourselves... ehh... just save it for my birthday.
: Rhinox, what's the cinch? Rhinox
: Looks like a viral mine. It's fused with his net core. He can't transform while that thing's attached. Cheetor
: Well, then, let's get it off! He took enough energon damage just getting back here! Rhinox
: [shakes his head
] Can't be done. The mine's rerouted all his life-support functions to itself. We yank it, he lives for less than a minute. Cheetor
: Ohhh. That's bad. Rhinox
: Gets worse. Right after that, the mine explodes, takin' out everyone within sprintin' distance.
: Hey... they made what I am today... So I figure it's time to say THANK YOU! Now! Yeah!
[starts shooting, blowing out a light and causing the alarm to go off
] Optimus Primal
: Ohhhh... Stupid slagging circuit systems! Ah, shut up!
[goes back into a berseker rage and starts firing at everything
: We've got to stop him before he hurts himself! Rattrap
: Heh! Him? Heh! Try us!
: And, uh, what if he goes ape-slag on us? Dinobot
: Hm. Fine by me.
: We're approaching the target area. How you faring in there, Rattrap? Rattrap
: If Optimus ever asks me for anything again, MAN am I gonna shove that blaster right up his a... Silverbolt
: Target dead ahead! Prepare for drop!
: Stand and fight, vermin! Rattrap
: Oh, yeah? Shrivel up and die, ant!
: I knew saving your hide was a mistake. Optimus Primal
: Rattrap? Rattrap
: Oh, well, yeah, technically, he did KINDA do that... um... eh... thanks.
: Looks like that Predacon of yours did something right! Silverbolt
: Yes, my beloved has... many skills.
[Rattrap is cramped into the submarine
: What are YOU grinnin' about, litter-butt? Cheetor
: I was just thinking; with you inside, this'd make a swell cat toy.
: Rat... robot. Rat... robot. Hey, I'm a robot AND a rat! I like it! Dinobot
: I do not see why...
: [about Cheetor
] Man, I swear them polka dots go clear through to the brain...
: [in beast mode
] Feline fighter reporting for duty! So how do I help? Rattrap
: Well, for a start, you could get outta beast mode! Cheetor
: Oh, right. Sorry. Cheetor: maximize!
[transforms and rushes out with Dinobot into battle
: Man, I swear them polka dots go clear through to the brain...
: Oh, man... I hate using these tiny little arms and legs! I wanna maximize! Optimus Primal
: No! The Energon buildup will fry your system! Rattrap
: Yeeah? Well, if you weren't such a coward...!
[Opimus Primal and Rattrap start snarling at each other bestially
: Stop it! Stop It! STOP IT!
[flips a table over and shatters a window
] Optimus Primal
: What's happening to us? Rhinox
: We've been in beast mode too long, it's starting to dominate our programming...
: I'm a robot trapped in a rat's body... and the rat is taking over!
: Whoo hoo! Does it ever feel good to be a team again. Black Arachnia
: What's wrong? Silverbolt
: Megatron used me to infect all of you. Still happy to have me back? Optimus Primal
: More than ever, old friend.
: This... This is my fault. I never should have returned. Black Arachnia
: That's right, just run away from your problems. Rattrap
: Yeah! Good riddance! Black Arachnia
: Watch it! He never would have left if it weren't for you.
: Take it from an authority on the subject, I SMELL A RAT. Hello! This thing is sending an activation signal right through the ground. Silverbolt
: To trigger a preplanted virus, right? HIDDEN IN ME? Rattrap
: Yup! And it's a nasty piece of business, too. It had an adrenaline booster, neocortex suppressor, and a shut-off on the self-diagnostic. And it's contagious.
: It must be a new strain of that ancient hate-plague virus. Or didn't you guys ever take history? Cheetor
: So how do we counteract it? Rattrap
: In two words? Im-possible. Megatron
: aand I have two more words for you Maximals: GOOD-BYE!
: Why don't you keep your long twitchy nose out of it? Rattrap
: Why should I keep my nose out of it when loverboy's spent so much time trying to blow it off my face? Silverbolt
: Evidently I didn't try hard enough.
: [to Dinobot
] Wait, stand by here! Who died and made YOU Prime, scaleface?
] Maximal torture chamber!
[breaks out of his ligatures and and runs then faces the others bracing himself to attack
: Hey! Whoa! Hey, power down; you're on our side now, remember? Dinobot
: [gets his breath back
] Affirmative. Rattrap
: And Maximals don't have torture chambers. Although, ya know, heh-heh, I could get behind that idea.
: Ehhh, command's a pain in the tail. Especially with this pack o' hyenas. You can keep it.
: You were selfless in putting that shield back online. I ought to have followed your command. I... am dishonored. Rattrap
: Ehhh... uh, next time.
[observing a stack of energon at the Standing Stones
: Just like bait in the mousetrap...
: [Silverbolt returns to base after his secret meeting with Blackarachnia
] So... Where you been, birddog? Silverbolt
: S-scout patrol... Rattrap
: Oh, yeah, yeah... he-he... Scouting the enemy, yeah... Find any new positions?
: Oh, for bootin' up cold, the only thing worse than a stinkin' Pred, is a stinkin' DECEPTICON!
: Aw, forget him, big R! You and I can go to the Six Lasers Over Cybertron amusement park. There's the Space Slide, and the Galaxy Coasters... Rattrap
: Kid, don't make me hurt ya!
: What now? Silverbolt
: Well, given our close proximity, I breathe through my mouth.
: I know this little place where ya can get dirty mech-fluid mixed with just a touch o' radium. Take yer head right off. Not only THAT - but the servin' bots are walkin' around minus their torso plates, y'know what I mean? Eh? Eh?
: [on a comlink
] Maximal base, Rattrap calling. Hello? Chopperface, we got a real problem here! Dinobot
: [opens the connection at the base
] Speak, vermin! Rattrap
: The Preds attacked; we got no bridge! Looks like we'll have to take the scenic route! Not much chance of catching up now... Dinobot
: No excuses, you pathetic rodent! Keep moving! Dinobot out. Dinobot
: HEY! You can just kiss my pink hairy...
[Dinobot breaks the connection
: Greetings, Tigatron! I'm Optimus Primal, Maximal commander! You had us worried for a little while. We didn't know if you'd made it. Tigatron
: I almost didn't... the crash damaged my identity circuits... I didn't know who I really was... or what side I was on... until...
[looks at Rhinox, Rattrap and Cheetor
] Optimus Primal
: Until I saw you willing to risk your lives to save us. Tigatron
: Well, we're just glad you came through. We could use another member on the Maximal force. Our ship, or what's left of it is due south about a hundred clips... Tigatron
: No. I am sorry... I am still more tiger than Maximal... until my identity circuits restore themselves, I believe my place is here in the wilds, with my kind. But you may count on my loyalty. Rhinox
: Sounds good to me! Rattrap
: Yeah, we could use a scout up here, in case the Preds get up to something... Optimus Primal
: Then it's settled, for now. But I have a feeling we'll be meeting again, Tigatron, and soon...
: The stasis pod is ours, Maximal! And I know your weaknesses, yeesss...
[Megatron blasts an outcrop where two tigers are standing; the tigers plunge down to the ground and Megatron utters a sadistic laugh
: Let them go! They're not part of this! Megatron
: That's right, just innocent creatures.
[aims his blaster at the tigers
: So surrender yourselves and this pod, or they shall be terminated!
[the Maximal squad slowly lower their guns
: You win, you depraved wad of stinkin' slag...!
: All right! Cheetor
: Let's do it!
: [to Optimus
] Uh... just in case you don't come back... can I have your quarters?
: Cheetor and Tigatron are coming. Rattrap
: Oh, terrific. Now, we can all get reduced to hot-burning slag together. Optimus Primal
: Shut up, Rattrap!
: Every one of these alien structures has been designed for a specific purpose, Rattrap. This one is busy, and I'm betting I can fly close enough to take it out. Rattrap
: With what? One of your famous "We can do it" speeches? Optimus Primal
: A transwarp explosion. Blackarachnia
: Hahaha! You'll blow yourself to atoms! Optimus Primal
: If it saves this planet, it'll be worth it. If not, I'm no worse off.
: Take care, Optimus. Come back to us. Tigatron
: May the Matrix protect your spark for all eternity. Rattrap
: Just in case you don't come back... can I have your quarters? Optimus Primal
: No. Whatever happens out there, I want you to know that you're the finest crew I've ever served with. Blackarachnia
: Do Maximals always talk such slop?
[Airazor punches her out
: My sentiments exactly.
: Blackarachnia, how's that capacitor coming? Blackarachnia
: I need a conduit cable to finish the connection... aha!
[sees Rattrap's sword-tail and lops it off
: Hey! Ya emasculatin' fembot!
: Main engines now connected to Teletron 1. Rattrap
: It's Teletraan! Blackarachnia
: Oh, whatever!
[Tigerhawk is destroyed
] Optimus Primal
: NOOOO! This ends here, Megatron! No more good friends will be sacrificed to your insane ambition! I swear it! NO MORE!
: Uh... did ya knock?
: [quoting the Covenant of Primus
] "'In the Spark of an enemy, there will be salvation; and in the darkest hour, there will be a light." Rattrap
: Yeah, from a very unexpected source - old Chopperface's clone. Who'da thunk it? Optimus Primal
: And let us never forget those other brave 'bots, whose sacrifice safeguarded past, present, and future...
: Aw, man! That ship wasn't built; it was poured! Optimus Primal
: Die-cast construction... it's a lost art.
: Knievel mode!
[Rattrap falls into Rhinox's arms
: Ah... my hero!
[kisses Rhinox on the lips
: [dropping him
] Oh, get down!
: Hey. Why you sucker-punching spaniel.
[Silverbolt runs away
: I used to be young like that. Optimus Primal
: What? Rattrap
: I mean we've got trouble, all right. Trouble with a capital B.
: Man, this thing wasn't built, it was poured. Optimus Primal
: Diecast construction... It's a lost art.
: Oh, man... no matter how soon we get there, it's going to be way too late. Rhinox
: Do you always have to see the bright side? Rattrap
: Dinobot against six Preds - there won't be enough left of him to make a toaster.
: It's like I said... you're just a slag-stinkin' saurian, but uh... it's nice to know where you stand... Dinobot
: Upwind of you for preference, vermin.
: What in the name of my great-aunt Arcee is goin' on here?
: [seeing Transmutate for the first time
] Man, I am tellin' ya, the things coming out of these pods is just getting weirder and weirder...
: They blew us out of the sky? Blackarachnia
: Yes, stranding all six of us. Rattrap
: Why, those lousy... six? Get real, Webs! If there were six of us, then why don't we remember the other two?
: Now just stick to beast mode and those Vehicon goons will never find us!... Unless they happen to be standing right here in front of us.
: You're nothin' but a schemin' snake in the grass! Starscream
: Ah, flattery will get you flattened, vermin...
: He's a Transformer but his spark is still feral. Rattrap
: It looks like he can't get out of it. Optimus Primal
: He'll learn. He just needs a little guidance at the moment. It's okay, Cheetor. Use your spark. Get control. Rattrap
: Yeah, nobody's going to hurt you, kid.
[Cheetor takes a few swipes at Rattrap
: Us I'm not so sure about. Optimus Primal
: It's us, Cheetor. Your friends. We know you can do it.
[Optimus takes his spark energy and transfers it to Cheetor's spark
] Optimus Primal
: Do it, Cheetor... Maximize! Cheetor
: Maximize! Optimus Primal
: Yes, Cheetor! Optimus Primal
: [lifts Cheetor off the ground
] You did it! Cheetor
] Oh, Optimus! Back off, okay? You're embarrassing me.
[looking at Silverbolt and Rattrap
: You looking at something? Rattrap
] Oh, joy. Cyber-puberty!
: [about Depthcharge
] What's with him? Rattrap
: Ah, probably just rust...
: If there was a clone, then where is he, huh? Dinobot
: I am afraid he is no longer with us. A pity, really. He was such a handsome creature... and very tasty.
[gives a burp, much to the Maximals' horror
] Optimus Primal
] You're disgusting!
: Although he took his name from a great leader, Optimus Primal never learned the first rule of warfare: Never underestimate your opponent. Strika
: 'Terminate'. 'Obliterate'. Can you believe they fell for that? Optimus Primal
] Whoever you are, you're being duped into betraying your own people! Obsidian
: On the contrary. I was configured to defend Cybertron. And such has always been my mission. Optimus Primal
: Always? Who are you? Obsidian
: I am as I've always been: Obsidian! And you remember my consort, Strika. Rattrap
: Oh man. We been dukin' it out with two of the greatest generals in Cybertronian history! Optimus Primal
: Obsidian, this is treason! Megatron decimated Cybertron! Obsidian
: Megatron IS Cybertron! To defend one is to defend the other. And to betray Megatron is to invite death.
: At long last. Transform your destiny. Transform and transcend. Cheetor
: I, understand. Rattrap
: It just doesn't feel like victory without the boss monkey. Cheetor
: He's with us, Rattrap. As long as Cybertron is alive, Optimus will live on in our hearts and our memories, as will Megatron, who also played a vital role in the grand scheme. The vision from the Oracle has come to pass. Optimus finally achieved his mission.
[relaxing at a Cybertronian inn
: Aaah... you know, we're all gonna di... DINE!
: That meteor must have slagged the Preds good. Why aren't you guys celebrating? That meteor just solved all of our problems.
: We can't leave Optimus in there! Rattrap
: Hey, ours is not to reason why, but to blow this joint before we die!