Ahh *waves to the Creator of Imagination whilst crawling out the mud of sad over earlier computer crashed. Dusts self off*
Part 16
“…know, Carly, I’m
tired of your long since got old “let’s get to base”….and you, lampost, firefly face, not talking to you so shut up!”
‘Lamppost firefly face’? Forget what I’ve heard, forget what I’ve heard—For-get-what-I’ve-just--heard. Must try to circumvent gurgle-giggle urge, likely’ll drool on Carly’s sweater. Nonetheless he dug himself deeper in selfsame area, determined no much much as a spray of dirt hit atop him in youngster’s head. It was rising slowly steadily not where the Autobots stood but over her shoulder.
“…uh, Brandon mom, guys—Databanks buzzing—“
You and me both and others aren’t speaking as they can’t believe—indeed I’ve never encountered such irrationality in a mother.“…Not one word out you either, udder bug!”
“Bumblebee”
Urrk, let’s just end this. One gets her another our boss in baby and make skids. By clutching an arm, intuitive Spike put his more acid next comeback in park. “They’re try to make her come calmly so the Decepts will dismiss this.”
“And it’s working, right?”
Any other situation I’d vote her in the ranks of Human Autobot; Spike’s the only one exceeding her making up funny names. Just making astro second simple plan a long pain. Worse curious humans passers by have started lurking here. Those easily distracted or capable of dividing attention were already backing off gradually, if within the crowd speedily working their way out. Whatever turn of mind a majority were passing by the idly standing by pointing up to for now cloudless sky which was rapidly darkening by myriad objects meeting destruction down the road.
“…If my Remy’s safe, Brandon’s okay, why in the name of God…”
“Big oil spill, talk ‘bout one stubborn human.” On the outskirts of those helplessly witnessing the deadly delay via shrieking mother, Sideswipe nudged Hound to his right whispering. “How long to mayhem from Megatron’s maniacal minions?”
“At their present rate of speed, over our heads five minutes max.” The one questioned muttered likewise.
Just by my radar that is, using my visuals...“That’s five minutes we waste standing here!” The over-spunky micro-bot at Hound’s right disappeared, could be seen shoving others aside in his zeal to break up the helpless audience’s nexus.
Oh my, the Cliffjumper charge. Hound shook his head warding off flashbacks of his first on Earth Decepticon beatdown.
“Don’t worry, Hound,” Sideswipe brought out his weapon. “For once it’s a good thing.”
“Hey, you’re right.” The Autobot scouting specialist followed his neighbor’s suit.
Mother resisting or not yet another instance hammering contempt especially at our chief.“Uh are you forgetting, mother, baby, your ego bro’s recently taken out dents.—“
“Which Ratchet will repair yet again; bring on those baby wanna kill slimeballs!” Sunstreaker had already followed his brother’s suit. “Let’s see whose outer shells gets crunched most!”
“What?? Talk about miracles happening! Think my system failure’s imminent, will come quicker than that mother-- ”
“Yeah let’s discuss what you’re worrying about, Gears.”
“Shove it down your muffler, Bluestreak, and as for you, pretty boy--”
“Save it, you guys, now it’s three point four minutes.”
So the battle fort his family caught in middle begins along my loathing to standing by, longing for my laser rifle. Ahh, point blank to Seeker’s chest, twenty five everywhere to Megatron, but not before a pummeling with a lamppo—“UUUUrrrrghh!”
Now this is acting weird, what’s this fidgeting due to? Is he fighting throwing up on me. Oh why could this have started after Gina took the baby bag out. “ Whatssamatter baby?” Nerves, Carly let this be nerves. Her taking the positive approach as to source of “Brandon’s” upset soared out with the bending trees sounds of windows breaking growing louder, moving closer, supplanted by fear.
Oh no, not, here of all places!"Stop the polites; stand here any longer they’ll be able picking him, all us off with ease--
twice!" Yes Spike, let’s drop convincing; Decepticons coming and no Autobot's moving!!! Well not everyone, thank you ever the impetuous Cliffjumper.“Why can’t you guys shut this off and look what’s goin–“
“Yeah us making you bozobots and fleshing puppets dancing for us!”
“DDDEEEE---WWAAAAHHH!”
Once this all settles down, Wheeljack, will demand you explain your inability to manufacture the antidote into a hand-held device! Obviously it’s not here—As Ironhide says, “If you got it use it”; what better time before you—Have you it hidden it in a Lamppost??? Why not use it if it’s smaller than a firefl--Doh!!!!“Ssh don’t worry little—er, for now little guy,” Carly whispered patting his pale outer cheek “Autobot’s are on it and doing you proud. Transform and sleep on.”
Yes, Carly, can’t do anything else…will try sleep.She endeavored lending a song to help. “Lullaby and good niiiggggghhhht—“
Seeing these poor human’s suffering in their vacating now added to it, this! He resumed the hand over ears pose of recent times.
Worse than Blaster; rather fall into a fifty-foot ravine in my regular construction. Stick to your technical ingenuity, Carly, please stop, Carly, stop, you can’t sing.
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