Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen

Earth.

Birth place of the human race.

A species

much like our own.

Capable

of great compassion...

and great violence.

For in our quest

to protect the humans,

a deeper revelation dawns.

Our worlds

have met before.

Here, here.

Transformers:

Revenge of The Fallen

Shanghai, China,

Breaking news

at Shanghai.

There's been a major toxic spill

on the Shanghai Central District.

- Citizens today--

- For today,

our topic that's

a developing story for you,

we will bring you

any new information

as we get it...

Pentagon:

NEST Central Command

- What's the status?

- C-hawks approaching target.

Three minutes

until evacuation's complete, sir.

Chinese airspace has been

locked and sealed.

One mile radius.

Alright, give NEST team

the go.

Black Hawks,

clear to land.

# Ding-a-ling,

come out and get your ice cream #

Any bad robot out there

better get ready for ass-whooping.

For the last two years,

an advanced team of new Autobots

has taken refuge here

under my command.

Arcees,

get ready to launch.

We're locked and loaded.

Together, we form an alliance

with the humans.

A secret,

a brave squad of soldiers.

Alright, that's enough.

Time discovered story

in this one is toxic spill.

They had to evac the area

for search and rescue.

This makes six enemy contacts

in eight months.

We gotta make sure this one

does not get out the public axe

so keep it tight.

A classified strike team

called NEST.

We hunt for what remains

of our Decepticon foes,

hiding in different countries

around the globe.

Rolling Alpha

through Echo now.

Alright, Ironhide.

We got Echo's.

Vamos.

To the stacks.

Two o'clock.

He's here.

I smell him.

It's close.

It's heading closer.

Oh, no.

How are ya?

It's three ripple.

Alright, everybody,

be steady.

We're right on top

of it.

Ease on fire.

Hand to one.

Requesting fire mission now!

Gunships on station.

Rolling hot.

We intersected a Decepticon.

Arcee twins,

target coming your way.

Watch out!

I screwed that up.

I'm okay, I'm alright.

This is kinda bad, man.

What's wrong with you?

Three insides white.

Clear and fast.

Damn, I'm good.

Air support, we need Big Booter

delivered and dropped now.

Code 9-A...

Dropping in five, four,

three, two, one.

Autobots, I'm in pursuit.

Pull over.

Punk-ass Decepticon,

any last words?

This is not your planet

to rule.

The Fallen shall rise again.

That doesn't sound good.

Not today.

Come on, let's go.

All hands on deck.

Frankie, Mojo, out.

Come on, kiddo,

- we're on a schedule here.

- Slow down, Dad.

Why are you in such a hurry

to get rid of me, huh?

Did you

rent the room out?

No, I got other ideas

for your room

and it rhymes with

home theater.

Look what I found.

It's your little baby booties.

Oh, Ma...

Oh my little baby, booty boy,

you can't go.

You see this?

That's how

you're supposed to react

when you free your loins does not uncool

the world to pep for himself, okay?

Yeah, my heart...

Please treat it about college, bummer.

You have to come home

every holiday,

not just big ones.

You have to come home

for Halloween.

I can't come home

for Halloween, Mom.

- We'll come to you.

- No, we're not going anywhere.

- You dress up, we'll be in costumes.

- You-You can't do that.

Would you let the kid breathe,

for crying out loud?

Come on, go, pack!

There's no way

you're packed

for a month long trip.

Come on!

Time-chop.

Let's go!

March, young lady.

- Oh, oh, Dad!

- I love you when you call me

young lady,

you dirty, old man.

Nah, you ain't seen nothing yet.

- Dad, Dad, Dad, whoa!

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