The Transformers Page #12
- PG
- Year:
- 1986
- 84 min
- 1,067 Views
(whistles)
This must be the junk capital of the
universe!
LONG SHOT- DANIEL AND THE OTHERS
as they start DIGGING for parts to repair the ship, sinister
Junkions begin to emerge from the junk to watch them. Their
leader, WRECK-GAR, speaks to his fellow Junkions.
WRECK-GAR
(in guttural, rusty,
metallic rumble)
Stop thief! No welcome-wagon, "hello stranger!"
that good coffee flavor
OTHER JUNKIONS:
Yeah, or your money back!
Wreck-Gar shows large JUNK GUN with all sorts of razor sharp fins
and rusty little rocket missiles mounted around the howitzer
like barrel
WRECK-GAR
Operators are standing by!
They laugh in guttural, clanking sounds and look out at Springer
and the others who keep working as we
CUT TO:
EXT. THE GATE TO THE QUINTESSON PALACE
At first, we see only the face of a sinister Quintesson
gatekeeper, backed up by heavily armed Sharkticons.
QUINTESSON:
Greetings, noble strangers.
They stand at the gate, looking more like kids showing up at your
door wondering if you can come out and play, than like serious
robots on a serious mission.
GRIMLOCK:
Yes, me, Grimlock, noble!
Me, Grimlock search for friends.
ANGLE ON QUINTESSON AND GRIMLOCK
The Quintesson, showing his friendly face, smiles.
QUINTESSON:
And who might they be?
GRIMLOCK:
Autobots. Hot Rod and Kup.
QUINTESSON:
(feigning recognition)
Oh yes. A young one and an old one.
GRIMLOCK:
Yes. You know friends. Where are they?
QUINTESSON:
They went down that path.
He points to...
A PATH:
It probably isn't lined with primroses, but it should be.
GRIMLOCK:
GRIMLOCK:
You good friend to Grimlock. I reward
you, sometime.
With that, the four Dinobots head towards the "primrose path."
His head rotates and he smiles a sinister, evil smile.
EXT. UNICRON
Galvatron stands upon the demonic planet, in an extremely
contorted position.
GALVATRON:
Why do you torture me?!
We have no idea where this godly voice is coming from, but this
place sure is spooky.
UNICRON:
You have failed.
GALVATRON:
No, Unicron. Ultra Magnus is dead.
UNICRON:
Then where is the matrix?
GALVATRON:
Destroyed, with him.
UNICRON:
The matrix can not be destroyed.
(pause)
planet of Junk. Stalk him. Cut him open!
DISSOLVE TO:
They step along the primrose path, not noticing as sinister
things start to happen all around them.
This thing looks like a metal version of a "venus fly trap," and
it has a malevolent red eye which lights up.
Swoop walks past it in humanoid mode.
SNAP!
It misses him by an inch.
GRIMLOCK:
Me Grimlock, positive Hot Rod and Kup
close! Get thump, thump, thump...
(taps his head hard)
ANGLE ON THE GROUND - IN FRONT OF SLAG
Suddenly, a section of stones drop away in front of Slag
revealing a spiked pit...
SLAG:
Me, Slag say you are full of beryllium balony.
He is just about to fall in when...
Grimlock, in dino mode, slaps him with his tail, knocking him
away an instant before he steps into the hole...
GRIMLOCK:
Me, Grimlock, say you full of cesium salami!
Slag gets up...
SLAG:
Beryllium balony!
GRIMLOCK:
Argh!
ANGLE ON GRIMLOCK
He is about to pounce on Slag when a massive tree, which is
actually more like a sword, suddenly is spring and arcs
toward him.
The machete like blade strikes the ground, between Grimlock and
Slag narrowly missing them. He turns and sees the thing
stocking in the ground.
GRIMLOCK:
Me, Grimlock think trees here are
cheap model.
SLAG:
Like your head! (laughs at own joke)
Grimlock jumps on Slag and wrestles him to the ground.
Suddenly, a SQUEAKY, ODDLY CHILDISH VOICE speaks from o.s.
SQUEAKY VOICE (WHEELIE)
Friends find. Look behind.
GRIMLOCK:
(furious)
Who say that?
HIS P.O.V. - WHEELIE
WHEELIE is the Wolf Boy of Quintesson - an Autobot who's been
evading the Sharkticons since his parents' ship crashed, killing
everybody else in his party. He wears a necklace of Sharkticon
teeth, packs a three bladed laser knife and a special SLING which
hurls FIRE STONES.
He fears nothing, especially the Dinobots, and he cockily struts
into the clear...
... walks right up Sludge's tail onto Sludge's back and then
shinnies up his neck and jumps onto...
... Slag's head where he stands eye to eye with Grimlock
WHEELIE:
Friends find. Look behind. Many Face
lie. You fool! You buy!
GRIMLOCK AND WHEELIE
GRIMLOCK:
(eyes blaze, furious)
Me, Grimlock, "fool?"
WHEELIE:
(smiling breezily)
Picture you got. Now fool you not!
(he laughs in a wild,
metallic cackle)
Grimlock raises a claw to swipe Wheelie off Slag's head
GRIMLOCK:
Me, Grimlock, no like you!
ON WHEELIE:
as he scowls and quickly loads FIRESTONE IN SLING and slings it
onto Grimlock's nose where it EXPLODES making Grimlock yowl and
pull back, feeling his reddened nose and speaking through his
nose angrily
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