good day to you all. this is yet another of my wonderful sugar induced stories. yes this is obviously the transformers doing their version of the first Harry Potter movie. I was watching it on Disney channel the other night when i got the idea. Sugar really does help alot. Of course I don't own transformers energon, armada, harry potter, or any thing else except for the plot, dialoug ( did i spell that right), me, fado, and .. umm... did i mention i own the plot? Fado is from my other stories wich also are sugar induced. I might not own much but i am an EXTREMELY smart 8th grader. Oh yeah, did I mention that the band Linkin Park might be in the story somewhere?

Ironhide and the Transformers Stone

It was a typical day in the life of Ironhide: sucky. He was suposovly " abandond by the autobots, but he thought that he was separated in battle. His day was sucky because he had to live with the Decepticons. Fun huh? Parties every night, LOTS of heavy drinking, and lots of fights in the halls for no apparent reason. Ironhide wasn't aloud at the parties 'cause he was too young.And guess who has to clean up all of this EVERY friggin' time it happens? You guessed it right. Ironhide. He didn't like it to much but who likes to clean up a huge mess left by a bunch of rousy, retarded transformers? Not me thats for sure.

But this day was a different day yes it was. Ironhide would find out something extraordinary, as long as good old Pinser Face don't ruin it first.

" Ironhead! IRONHEAD GET IN HERE NOW!" Megatron (armada) yelled. He was in his usual mood. Pissy. " IRONHEAD WHERE THE FUDGICLES ARE YOU?!"
" Right here great Megatron," Ironhide ( energon) said nobely. If he didn't act loyal, he would be kicked out for good. He didn't want to be alone. What a whimp of an Autobot. "What would you like great sir?" He bowed slightly.
" Check the mutha fudgin' e-mail you retard, if you THINK you can." Megatron said sarcastically. He started to read the latest issue of Nintendo Power. " You have to be kidding me. They are actually gonna make a game where you can make Link small? Impossible."

" I'm not a retard and its IronHIDE." Ironhide mummbled under his breath. Megatron looked up and gave one of those did-you-say-sumthin' looks. Ironhide ran to the computer.

" Lets see... junk... electric bill... mail from Megatrons mom..... mail for.. ME?" Ironhide looked surprised. Megatron leaped up from his seat and threw Ironhide to the side.

" Who the hell woud send YOU mail?" Megatron shot at Ironhide. He shrugged. Megatron looked at who sent the mail. His optics widend. He quickly pressed delete.

" HEY! That was for me!" Ironhide said looking a little dissappointed.

" Just some junk mail. Probably had a virus anyways. Now get to your 'room'. NOW!" Megatron yelled to Ironhide. He scampered off.

' I know that SOMEONE was trying to talk to me, but who?' Ironhide thought to him self as he laid on a crate in the storage room. His room.' Maybe it was the Autobots! but why would they finally talk to me after all of this time. Heck maybe he was telling the truth.'
" YEA RIGHT." he spoke up," Like Megatron would tell the truth. HA! Thats a riot" he turned over and went to sleep.

The next morning, Ironhide went and checked the e-mails. HE HAD THREE MORE OF THE ONE HE HAD LAST NIGHT. Megatron was passing when he saw them. Before Ironhide could open them Megatron deleted them on the spot. This kept happening for three more days. That is until Wednesday rolled around.

" AHH WEDNESDAY! Do you know why it is my favorite day of the week Cyclonus?" Megatron asked happilly. Cyclonus (armada) shook his head. So did the other decepticons, all of which ( armada).

" Nobody sends us e-mails?" Ironhide said pouring Megatron a glass of energon. "Percisly. Now asI was saying---" Megatron got cut off by the sound of thousands of "YOU'VE GOT MAIL's". Ironhide was jumping for joy. Megatron grabbed Thrust's head and destroyed the computer with it. "WE ARE LEAVING THIS BASE FOREVER! NOW" He was pink in the face. All of the decepticons got up and left. Ironhide left too, but sobbing.

ha-ha. was that good? short but good. nobody sends me e-mails on wednesday. people suck. All of the armada bots are like the adults and the energon ones are the kids. R&R ya muggles.