Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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