Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You decieved me!
He says Allegra's got a pad where she goes to jam new harmonies.
Now we go to Earth to play this little tune for Metroplex!
Anyone who doesn't can leave, just like Allegra!
Unconscious. She won't feel a thing!
Looks like he's bound for the junkyard not the repair shop.
This is your war, not ours!
Did that destroy them, Galvatron?
Broadside! Deploy our secret weapon!
Whatever. The inhabitants of this world are gonna need our help,
Autobots! They've got the harmonic weapon!
That was heaven.
I told you. They use their harmonies for everything, even healing.
Yeah, yeah! Beauty like you wouldn't believe, Broadside.
Everybody's a critic. Where's this pad?