Things sucked for Sam Witwicky. Yeah, his dad had gotten him a newer car. No, it wasn't a cool muscle car or a sports car or anything, but a fricking red Prius. A FRICKING PRIUS! He had been stalked by said Prius, thrown against the hood of a car by a police car, interrogated about his dead explorer great-grandfather's glasses, and had his pants stolen! The only good part about it was that he had hottie hot-hot hotness Mikaela following him.
He had had the genius idea of getting into the car, and now they were being taken who knows where. For god's sake, he was too young to be probed!
Wait, the car was driving him into an ally. They got out of the car, only to see a blue Dodge Viper with white racing stripes. The car stopped and three people got out. Three very GEEKY looking people. The apparent leader of the motley group was a short-ish, bespectacled young woman, about 5"3' with curly auburn hair. She was wearing blue Levi's with a tear in one knee, a black tee with the word 'REBEL' printed on it in white, and a pair of black Converses. Around her neck was a pendant depicting the same mask-like symbol that the red Prius had on its steering wheel. Her eyes were the most vivid shade of blue that Sam had ever seen.
Standing to her right and slightly behind her was a taller young man. He was about 6"3' and had shoulder-length straight black hair. He was wearing a black wife-beater top, a pair of grey camo cargo shorts, and earth toned sandals. He had bit of a slouch. He was wearing a black studded wrist band with the same mask-like symbol on it. His eyes too were an unearthly azure shade.
Finally, there was the third member of the group. He wasn't as short as the girl, but neither was he as tall as the other boy. He looked to be about 5"10' and had curly, mouse-brown hair. He was dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans of indeterminable make, a plaid button-up shirt, and a pair of white Nikes. He also had blue eyes and the symbol, only it was on his pocket protector. It was evident that he had a bit of as skin problem.
The two strange boys looked at the equally strange girl, then at the red Prius. All of a sudden, weird clanking noises filled the alley as the nerds and both vehicles seemed to fold apart. Within a matter of seconds, he was surrounded by ROBOTS! Well, maybe not surrounded. The girl had only grown by a foot and a half, and the boys had each grown by about two. The vehicles, however, were another story. The red Prius had transformed into a sixteen-foot-tall robot with a pair of wicked-looking red horns on its head. The Corvette turned into a lanky, 24-foot-tall blue robot with a weird horn-like thing on the top of its head. It looked to be on the verge of exploding, it was so jumpy with excitement.
It was the female, now black and silver and seven and a half feet tall, that spoke up first. "I am Shortimus Prime." She introduced herself. "We are autonomous robotic organisms from Cybertron."
The tall blue one blurted out, "ButyocancallusWeirdobots."
"Weirdobots?" Sam asked
"Yeah," replied a silver and red robot, who had up until seconds ago had been the boy with the black hair, "You know, 'cause we're like, as you humans might say, the ass-crack end of the Autobot forces. The weirdoes of the group."
Shortimus Prime pouted, and put her hands on her hips. "Blurr, I hate it when you interrupt me!"
"Sorryma'am" Blurr hastily apologized.
Shortimus waved her hand dismissively. "Anyway, I've already introduced myself, so… whatever. Like, the red guy over there, that's Cliffjumber. Frankly, I'm amazed he hasn't gotten you killed. No self-control, that guy."
Sam swallowed nervously and Cliffjumper huffed angrily and started swearing under his breath. Shortimus ignored him. "You've already met Blurr."
The aforementioned blue bot waved in a friendly manner.
Shortimus pointed to a brown and green bot, which had a few blemishes on its armored exterior. "Our forum and online research specialist. His name's Bear Claw, but we like to call him Acnehide.'
"All your base are- HEY!" Acnehide snapped, offended.
"Ignore him. Look over yonder, Ladiesman217, and I'll show you my right-hand bot, designation; Jazz-In-His-Pants."
"Like a boss!" Jazz-In-His-Pants, the red and silver bot, declared loudly.
Shortimus just facepalmed and muttered, "Fricking Lonely Island…"
"You're just mad 'cause you're a-" J.I.M.P. began.
"DON'T YOU SAY IT!" Shortimus barked, "If you call me a midget-bot again, I swear, I will kick your skid plate from here to Cybertron!"
Sam and Mikaela watched as the argument between the bots escallated, Cliffjumper eventually throwing his two cents in as Blurr tried frantically to keep the peace.
Yeah… they were screwed.
To be completely honest, I have no idea if I'm going to finish this. It's just an idea that wouldn't leave me alone. And yes, I just HAD to make Cliffjumper a Prius.