Transformers: Rescue Bots

Blades:
I've seen pictures of aliens. They hug your face and lay eggs in your tummy!

Boulder:
No! They're round blobs that swallow everything in their path. Including... vehicles!

Chase:
That is incorrect. Aliens are cloaked hunters. But they can't see you if you're covered in mud.

Blades:
Lets look for some mud!

[Blades starts frantically searching for mud on the ground]

Heatwave:
Just to remind you, WE're aliens.

Cody Burns:
Movie time!

Chase:
I vote for an action film. Preferably with high-speed pursuits.

Blades:
Comedy, please! I am so in the mood to laugh!

Boulder:
Ooh! How about a romance?

Heatwave:
Nah, forget that! Put on a war movie.

Cody Burns:
We're gonna try something new. A historical drama.

[Autobots all moan]

Heatwave:
Come on, Cody, war is partly history.

Cody Burns:
You'll like it. It's about explorers living with natives in an uncharted land.

[Autobots yammer even louder]

Heatwave:
Cody, this hurts inside!

Cody Burns:
The natives have spears and blowguns!

Heatwave:
Now you're talkin'!

Dani Burns:
Anybody order a drink?

Blades:
What? No, we're taking this to the lava - Oh, I get it, Earth humor!

Kade Burns:
Yep, this is definitely where the planter's gonna show up.

Heatwave:
How can you be so sure?

Kade Burns:
It's looking for heat, right? Well. the hottest thing on the island, is right here! [points to himself]

Heatwave:
Eww.

Blades:
I think i got something. I got something!

Boulder:
What is it?

Blades:
It's huge. Oh no! It's multiplying! Wait. Those might be cows. Yup, it's cows.

Blades:
Deja who?

Blades:
I knew it. We're getting replaced. Retired. Sent out to pasture!

Boulder:
Blades, I don't think...

Blades:
Next thing you know, we'll be in the old 'Bots home! Uh huh. Playing checkers and grumbling about the food. And we don't even eat!

Blurr:
Oh yeah, that's what I thought! Blurr is in the hou-, oh hi Optimus, when did you get here?

Blades:
Like tying balloons to a house to make it fly! I saw that in a movie once. Ooh, do you think we'll get to meet talking dogs?

High Tide:
What are you supposed to be? Some oversized skeeter 'Bot?

Blades:
Um, actually a helicopter, sir. Y'see, one day, just after we'd arrived on Earth...

High Tide:
When I want your life story, I'll ask for it! Understand, flyboy?