Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

the Autobots will never know what hit them!
-You and your shortcuts.
Bombshell! Shrapnel! Look! Storm clouds!
we're getting close.
On to the Oil Refinery,
They will even the odds.
-But not hot enough to singe our steel.
Go get ‘im Brawn
-[ man screams ]
and drink your fill of cool, refreshing, oil.
-Remember, Skyfire, we can't help you from the ground,
-Monsters? What are they talking abou--
Fire!
-A visitor. Let's prepare a suitably warm welcome.