Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh-oh. Guess who joined the party?
A scrapyard. What an appropriate place for you to meet your end, Rodimus Prime.
Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to put this in the tube pile.
And thats the name of that tune!
A Quintesson ship.
Farewell, Rodimus Prime.
Sorry, about that chief.
And instilling the principles of neatness and organization.
Draw them away from Omega Supreme.
Let's go!
Autobots!
This change is formidable! Activate Pressor field!
Then why do you continue to bother me about them?
Reading you, Sky lynx. This is Rodimus Prime. Where are you?
My sensors say, that antenna is blowing a hypnotic bop from space!
Mighty one, if the Junkions have turned against the Autobots, perhaps--