Mother Monkey: Chirp chirp chirp?Pyro: I think Mr. Johnathan is off getting today's present.
Pyro: My theory was rubbish. The presents the Calendar gives are just random. The opener's needs have nothing to do with what comes out.
Dirty Johnny: I be sweatin' my arse off draggin' this froggin' box! I could use a rest.
Pyro: What a shame you drank the rest of the rum. I'm sure a nip would have helped you relax.
Dirty Johnny: Well, hello hello hello! This is just what I need.
Pyro: You got a hammock? You needed something to help you rest, and you got a HAMMOCK!?!
Dirty Johnny: I'm takin' a bit of a nap. Touch me map and I'll open up you brain pan. Nighty-night.
Outside Decepticon Headquarters . . .
Breakdown: There's gotta be more than two of them, and NO I'm not being paranoid.
Cindersaur: Let me loose. I got plenty of matches for these aft housings
Clench: Not now. We have to hold for Sky-Bytes' Sharkticons. We will crush the Autobots in our flank.
Slicer: Goûtez ma douleur, les chiens!
Elsewhere . . .
Sky-Byte: Come now, Sharkticons!
One of you must have the map.
Clench will have our sparks.
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