Transformers Page #7

- Almost, almost.

Where are they? No, no, no, no, no.

Come on, come on.

- What? What is this?

- Time is short.

- They really want those glasses.

- Come on. What are you doing?

- I'm gonna help you.

- Okay.

- Please hurry.

- Okay.

- Yeah, no, no. It's definitely gone.

- What do you mean?

My glasses were in the bag.

They were in the backpack

and now the backpack isn't here.

Well, they're gonna be pissed,

so what do you wanna do?

So what I think you should do is

you should...

You should check this whole...

This whole section here.

Just give it a clean sweep,

and I'll get the corner here.

Yeah, no, no, no. Not there.

That's my... That's my private...

- Sorry. That's nothing.

- You just...

- You just told me to look...

- I know,

but I didn't mean to look inside

of my treasure chest.

You should be way more specific

so I don't get in trouble in your room.

I'm already stressed out enough.

Okay. What now?

No. No, no. No, no, no.

This isn't hiding. This isn't hiding.

This is my backyard, not a truck stop.

Oh, God. Oh!

Okay, I saw it. The UFO landed

right here and now it's gone.

My moped's under there, man!

Who's gonna pay for that?

Sam? Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam.

- He's back here.

- I can't deal with this. I can't...

What? Oh, no, no, no.

- This is my mother's flower...

- Oops.

Okay, listen. You got to listen to me.

If my parents come out here

and see you, they're gonna freak out.

My mother's got a temper, okay?

We must have the glasses.

I know you need the glasses.

I've been looking everywhere.

They're not here.

They're definitely not here.

Keep searching.

I need you to be quiet for five minutes.

Ten minutes. Okay?

Please, I'm begging you. You got to...

You're making a racket.

I can't concentrate.

You want me to look and I'm hearing...

Calm down, calm down.

You got to do something here.

You got to do something here.

- Autobots, fall back.

- Thank you. Please, for five minutes.

Good? Good? Okay.

- Move!

- Get away!

What's the matter with you?

Can't you be quiet?

He wants us to be quiet.

Earthquake! Move, move, move, move,

move! Earthquake!

Judy! Judy, get under the table! Move it!

Duck and cover right now!

How did you get over there so fast?

Wow! That was tingly!

- You got to try that!

- Yeah, that looks fun.

- Sam?

- Sammy?

- What the hell is that?

- I don't know.

- Sam?

- That's weird.

- Sam!

- Ratchet, point the light.

- Come on, hurry.

- Listen, we got a major issue in here.

What's with the light?

You gotta stop the light.

What's going on? Turn it off.

You gotta tell him to shut it off.

- Shut it off.

- Sam, are you in there?

How come the door's locked?

You know the rules.

No doors locked in my house!

You know he'll start counting

- if you don't open the door!

- One more chance. Five...

Oh, dear.

- Four. It's coming off the hinges, pal.

- He's counting!

- Sam, just open the door.

- Three.

- Oh, my.

- Two.

- He's counting.

- Stand back.

- What's up? What's with the bat?

- Who were you talking to?

- I'm talking to you.

- Why are you so sweaty and filthy?

I'm a child. You know, I'm a teenager.

We heard voices and noises

and we thought maybe you were...

It doesn't matter what we thought.

What was that light?

No, what light? What?

There's no light, Dad! There's no light!

You got two lights in your hand!

That's what it is.

- Maybe it bounced...

- There was light under the door.

Look, you can't... You can't just bounce

into my room like that.

You got to knock.

You got to communicate.

- We knocked for five minutes.

- I'm a teenager.

- We knocked.

- You didn't knock.

- You were screaming at me, okay?

- No.

This is repression,

what you're doing here.

- You're ruining my youth, okay?

- Oh, for Pete's sakes!

You are so defensive!

Were you masturbating?

- Judy.

- Was I...

- No, Mom.

- Zip it, okay?

- It's okay.

- No, I don't masturbate!

That's not something for you

to bring up.

- That's a father-and-son thing, okay?

- Father-son thing.

I mean, you don't have to call it that

word if that makes you uncomfortable.

You can call it Sam's happy time or...

- Happy time?

- ...my special alone time...

- Stop.

- Mom.

- Judy, stop.

- ...with myself.

- Mom, you can't come in and...

- I'm sorry.

It's just been a weird night.

I've had a little bit to drink.

- No, no, Dad.

- Yeah, well, we saw a light.

Oh, parents.

I don't know where it was, but we saw it.

Earthquake! It's another one! Another

earthquake! Get in the doorway!

- Okay!

- Aftershock! Aftershock!

Oh, I hate these.

- Got to ride it out. Ride it out!

- Quick, hide.

- Hey, the lights are back on.

- Hide? What?

- Where?

- Come on, get out of that tub.

Can't you take safety seriously?

- Good Lord, this floor is filthy, Sam.

- Oh, oh, man! Man. Oh.

Oh, no! Look at the yard.

The yard is destroyed.

Judy? Better call the city.

We got a blown transformer!

Power pole's sparking all over

the place!

Oh, man. Yard's a waste.

Trashed. Gone.

- It's a wash. The whole yard.

- You're kidding.

The parents are very irritating.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Can I take them out?

Ironhide, you know

we don't harm humans.

What is with you?

Well, I'm just saying we could.

It's an option.

We heard you talking

to somebody, Sam.

- We wanna know who.

- Mom, I told...

Hi. I'm Mikaela.

I'm a... I'm a friend of Sam's.

Gosh, you're gorgeous.

Isn't that the prettiest girl?

- She can hear you talking, Mom.

- Thank you.

Oh, my goodness. I'm sorry you had to

hear our little family discussion about...

- Sorry that we're bugging you.

- Do you have my backpack?

- Come on, hon. Let's go.

- Oh, it's in the kitchen.

Oh, yes. Okay. Okay.

- Yeah.

- Your mom's so nice.

I want you to distract my parents

while I slip out and get these glasses

to them, okay?

- Ronald Wickity?

- It's Witwicky. Who are you?

We're the government. Sector Seven.

- Never heard of it.

- Never will.

Your son's the great-grandson

of Captain Archibald Wickity, is he not?

It's Witwicky.

May I enter the premises, sir?

Ron, there's guys all over the front yard.

What the heck is going on here?

Your son filed a stolen car report

last night.

We think it's involved in

a national security matter.

- They're ripping up my rose bushes!

- National security?

That's right. National security.

My God, Ron, they're everywhere.

There's guys in suits all around

the house! Look at this!

Could you stay off the grass?

Get me a sample

and some isotope readings.

They're pulling bushes out

of the ground!

Good Lord! They've got to get

their hands off my bush!

- Drop the bat, ma'am.

- Hey, hey, hey, that's my...

I'm carrying a loaded weapon.

But you'd better get those guys

out of my garden

or I am gonna beat the crap out of them!

Are you experiencing any flu-like

symptoms? Aching joints? Fever?

- No!

- What is this?

How you doing, son?

Is your name Sam?

- Yeah.

- Well, I need you to come with us.

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