Beast Wars: Transformers (1996) s03e04 Episode Script

[suspenseful music]
♪
- BEAST WARS!
BEAST WARS!
BEAST WARS!
- [growls]
[branch crackles] - [sniffs]
[both laugh]
- [grunts]
- [roars]
[growls]
- [yells]
- AAH!
- [roars]
- [stammering]
AAH!
- [roars]
[screeches]
[roars]
[growls]
[sniffs]
- [whimpering]
[both screaming]
- [growls]
- [screams]
- PROTECT THOSE CHILDREN!
- [roars]
- [grunts]
- [screeches]
- HMM.
METALLURGICAL ANALYSIS SHOWS THE COMPONENT PARTS
ARE MADE OF CYBERTRONIAN ALLOYS.
- SO, MEGATRON'S BEHIND THIS.
- CLONING LONG-EXTINCT RAPTORS
AND FUSING THEM WITH TRANSMETAL TECHNOLOGY.
THERE'S POSSIBLY OTHERS.
- WHICH MEANS
WE COULD HAVE TROUBLE.
- [computerized voice] DOOR OPENING.
- EH?
- [computerized voice] DOOR CLOSED.
[laughter]
- HEY, WATCH WHERE YOU'RE--
- HEY, WHOA.
UH, HI.
- OH, WHAT IS THIS, A MILITARY BASE,
OR A DAYCARE CENTER FOR UNDER-EVOLVED BIPEDS?
- SORRY.
THEY'RE JUST HERE UNTIL WE CAN FIND THEIR
TRIBE.
- LET GO OF ME.
- UH, THIS WAS MY FAULT,
SO LET ME HELP.
[amused grunts]
- [laughs]
- SOMEONE NEEDS TO ESCORT THE CHILDREN
BACK TO THEIR TRIBE.
BLACKARACHNIA?
- ME? [scoffs]
GIVE THE JOB TO SOMEONE WHO CAN FLY.
- HMM, NOW OUR SENSORS DON'T REGISTER ORGANICS PROPERLY.
NOT MUCH CHANCE OF LOCATING THE TRIBE FROM THE AIR.
- THE CHILDREN WILL HAVE TO LEAD THE WAY, ON FOOT.
- OH, MAKE MY DAY. A NATURE WALK?
- A DANGEROUS ONE, BUT NECESSARY.
THE CYBER-RAPTORS ARE MEGATRON'S HANDIWORK,
AND YOU KNOW MEGATRON BETTER THAN ANYONE.
- HAVING BEEN HIS LITTLE EIGHT-LEGGED LIEUTENANT.
- RATTRAP, BE QUIET.
- TERRIFIC.
ME AND THE JUNIOR FOREST RANGERS.
- OH
WHOA-OH.
- I'LL ACCOMPANY HER. - NEGATIVE.
YOU'VE SUSTAINED DAMAGE.
AND BESIDES, I WANT BLACKARACHNIA'S
FULL ATTENTION ON THE JOB AT HAND.
- I'LL GO WITH HER.
- AGREED.
THE REST OF US WILL STAY HERE.
WE'VE GOT PLENTY OF WORK TO DO INSTALLING THE DEFENSE SYSTEMS.
- [growls]
- IS IT JUST ME, OR IS OUR BOY
LOOKING PARTICULARLY BUSHY-TAILED TODAY?
- EH
IT'S THE WEB LADY I'M WONDERIN' ABOUT.
CALL ME PARANOID,
BUT I DON'T TRUST PREDS,
I DON'T TRUST SPIDERS,
AND I DON'T TRUST DAMES WHO SNEAK IN AND OU
OF CLASSIFIED AREAS WHEN THEY THINK NOBODY'S WATCHIN'.
- WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?
- EH, I'M SAYIN' THAT OUR LITTLE SPIDER CHUM
[door opens]
IS A CREDIT TO HER WEB-SPINNIN' SPECIES,
AND I DON'T KNOW
WHAT WE EVER DID WITHOUT HER.
- [grunts]
[grunting] - THAT WAY, HUH?
- MM-HMM.
- OH
- UGH.
DON'T BUG ME, KID. YOUR FOREHEAD SLOPES.
- [chuckles]
YES, VERY GOOD.
THE PREY IS IN THE FIELD, SO LET THE HUNT BEGIN.
[laughs]
- [laughs]
- READY? HANG ON!
- AAH!
[laughing]
- GUYS.
OH, THEY'RE ONLY YOUNG ONCE,
BUT THEY CAN ACT JUVENILE FOREVER.
HMM.
CAN'T GET A READING.
- [laughs]
[beeps, whirs]
OH. MM.
- UGH.
- OH, TOTALLY CUTE. SHE WANTS TO BE YOU.
- LET'S GET THIS STRAIGHT, OKAY?
I'M A BLACK WIDOW SPIDER,
I DON'T MAKE FRIENDS, I CAN'T STAND KIDS,
AND I TRULY DESPISE "CUTE".
OH, POINTLESS.
HOW DO YOU SQUELCH SOMEONE WHO COMMUNICATES IN CAVE PAINTINGS?
- SHE JUST THINKS YOU'RE KINDA COOL.
AND YOU KNOW WHAT?
- DON'T EVEN START.
[beeping]
LOOK OUT!
- [roars]
[kids scream]
- YOU LIKE THIS LITTLE MANEUVER?
[screams]
- TWO CHOICES.
ONE, BAIL OUTTA HERE LIKE ANY SELF-RESPECTING SPIDER,
OR TWO
[both whimpering]
- PLAY LITTLE MISS HERO
LIKE SOME SORT OF PATHETIC WARM-BLOOD.
- [roars]
- UGH SOMETIMES I DISGUST MYSELF.
- [squeals]
[roars]
[kids screaming]
- [growls]
- HERE'S THE PLAN.
YOU FLY THE BRATS BACK TO BASE, THEN COME AND GET ME.
- NOT GONNA WORK. I CAN'T FLY.
MY JETS GOT DAMAGED IN THE FALL.
- OH, GREAT.
I GET STUCK WITH THE ONE CAT IN THE WORLD
WHO LANDS ON HIS HEAD.
- CHEETOR TO OPTIMUS.
WE'VE GOT A PROBLEM HERE. [radio static]
- BLACKARACHNIA TO ANYONE. COME IN.
SOMEONE'S JAMMING OUR SIGNALS.
AND THREE GUESSES WHO THAT WOULD BE.
- MY HUMBLE SELF, INDEED.
- THE TRAITORESS CAN NOW BE DESTROYED, ROYALTY.
[chuckles] AND THE CAT AS WELL.
- YES.
BUT NOT TOO QUICKLY.
FOR I HAVE A GREATER PLAN IN MIND.
WASPINATOR, TARANTULUS, TO YOUR MISSION!
- WITH PLEASURE, MEGATRON.
A CHANCE TO FIELD TES
AN AMUSING LITTLE DEVICE I'VE DEVELOPED.
- AND A FEW COMPANIONS TO AMUSE YOU FURTHER.
- [squealing, growling]
- CRY HAVOC, AND LET SLIP THE DOGS OF WAR!
- CHEETOR, BLACKARACHNIA, DO YOU READ ME?
- SOMETHING HAS GONE WRONG.
SHE IS IN DANGER. I-I CAN FEEL IT.
- EH, MAYBE THE TWO OF 'EM
JUST DECIDED TO TAKE A LITTLE BREAK.
[chuckles]
- IF THAT INNUENDO WERE NOT BENEATH MY CONTEMPT, RODENT,
YOU WOULD BE REQUIRED TO GIVE SATISFACTION.
- I FORGET. DID HE TALK LIKE THIS BEFORE?
OR DID FALLIN' IN LOVE DO SOMETHIN' TO HIS CIRCUITS?
- I DON'T LIKE THIS EITHER.
I'M GONNA FLY OUT AND HAVE A LOOK AROUND.
- I'M COMING WITH YOU.
- I CAN HANDLE IT, SILVERBOLT.
BESIDES, YOU'RE NEEDED HERE.
- IF MY LADY IS IN DANGER,
THEN MY PLACE IS AT HER SIDE.
- [sighs] AS YOU WISH.
YOU TWO STAY HERE, AND DOUBLE-CHECK THE DEFENSES.
- EH, TYPICAL.
WHO GETS STUCK WITH ALL THE WORK?
THE RAT GETS STUCK WITH ALL THE WORK,
WHILE EVERYONE ELSE GOES ON A SLAGGIN' PICNIC.
- AHH, EXACTLY AS I ANTICIPATED.
THE BASE IS UNDERMANNED AND UNPROTECTED.
OURS FOR THE ASKING.
- AW, NOW WE AIN'T GONNA ASK, ARE WE?
HOW'S ABOUT WE JUST BLAST OUR WAY IN THERE
AND SLAG EVERYBODY AND TAKE IT?
- HMMOKAY.
[laughs] - [laughs]
[all laugh]
- PREDACONS, TERRORIZE!
- OH!
OH! - THAT'S WHERE YOU LIVE IS IT?
WELL THEN, WE'LL HAVE YOU HOME BEFORE YOU KNOW IT.
[engine revs]
- [yelps]
- [laughs]
- [screeching]
[both scream]
- STAY DOWN.
- [gasps]
OOF!
- [grunts]
[both scream]
[raptors growl]
- [squeals]
- HANG ON, MY SOUL'S DELIGHT.
- CHEETOR.
- BIG BOT, ARE YOU A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES.
- AAGH!
- WHAT IS IT?
[metal creaking]
- SOMESORT OF TRANSMETAL
[shouts]
CYBER-VENOM.
[groans]
- [laughs]
- [laughs]
- [laughs]
[rumbling]
- OOH!
OH, MAN, LOOKS LIKE WE GOT COMPANY.
- QUICKSTRIKE, YOU MAY LEAD.
- YEAH! THAT'S WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR!
- ROYALTY, WHY WAS I NOT CHOSEN?
- BECAUSE, INFERNO, WHEN EXPECTING BOOBY TRAPS
- OW! DUH.
- ALWAYS SEND A BOOB IN FIRST.
- [groans]
- AUTO GUNS ONLINE.
- LOOKS LIKE WE'RE GONNA GET A LITTLE SLAGGIN' IN AFTER ALL.
- LOOKS LIKE WE DON'T HAVE A CHOICE.
- [screeches]
[both whimper]
- WELL, LOOK AT THIS.
A PAIR OF PINT-SIZED KNUCKLE-DRAGGERS.
[both scream]
- OOF!
- NO!
OH, HEART OF MY HEART, I SAW.
YOU WERE READY TO SACRIFICE YOURSELF.
- IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, OKAY?
I SLIPPED.
- RATTRAP TO OPTIMUS. - [groans]
- HATE TO INTERRUPT YOUR PICNIC,
BUT WE GOT BIG PRED PROBLEMS.
- JUST HANG ON, RATTRAP.
YOU AND RHINOX ARE OUR LAST HOPE.
DEFEND THE--DEFEND THE--
THERE HE IS, MY LITTLE GUY
THERE HE IS, MY LITTLE GUY ♪
ISN'T HE CUTE
- THAT'S NOT WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR.
[boom]
UH-OH.
[glass shatters]
- AGH!
- OH, BOY.
- AGH!
OOF!
- [groans]
[both scream]
- [growls]
- [grunting]
[yells]
- [roars] - [yells]
[both cheer]
- OH, NO.
DOWN, RAPTOR! BAD RAPTOR!
- THAT'S IT.
ATTACK THE CYBER CONTROLS.
THAT'S WHERE THEY'RE VULNERABLE.
- [squeals]
- OH, NO!
OOF!
[both laugh]
- MEGATRON, WASPINATOR REPORT: FAILURE.
- [growls] WORTHLESS BUG!
INFERNO, RAMPAGE, PREPARE TO TAKE HOSTAGES.
THE ARK IS OURS!
I--AGH!
- OH!
[both scream]
- [shouts]
- [grunting]
[grunts]
PREDACONS, RETREAT!
- BIG PREDS ARE MY SPECIALTY.
- NOT TOO SHABBY.
- EH, STILL SMELLS LIKE FISH.
[tools whirring]
- [groans]
- MM. - MM.
- [happy grunts]
- HMM, THERE'LL BE TIME FOR A GOOD CLOSE LOOK AT THESE
IN PRIVATE.
- UH
THAT WAS INCREDIBLE.
THE WAY YOU SAVED THOSE KIDS' LIVES.
- ARE YOU BOTS GONNA DROP THIS SOONER OR LATER?
- AND I REALLY THOUGHT, YOU KNOW,
WE MADE A PRETTY GOOD TEAM, DIDN'T WE?
- LISTEN, TABBY, YOU'RE A NICE KID
WHICH IS TWO STRIKES AGAINST YOU.
SO DON'T GO LOOKING FOR STRIKE THREE, OKAY?
- I'M NOT A KID.
AND MAYBE I'M NOT SO NICE EITHER.
[radar blips]
- EH, A NEAR-SUCCESS.
MY TRANSMETAL II TECHNOLOGY WORKS,
BUT IT PROVES UNSTABLE WITHOUT A SPARK.
OH, HOWEVER, AS IT HAPPENS
I HAVE HALF A ONE TO SPARE.
[laughs menacingly]