Alright everybody~ this is the craziest crossover you're ever going to read, so be prepared. it has over 30 different fandoms in it, and it actually has a storyline, even though its crack! ...So be prepared...

This is a collab fic with Pancake of Epic Proportions and myself, Soroku. Deal. With. It ~ but for these purposes we're just gonna call her Kristen, and Myself... Jessica... obviously...just for the sake of our usernames being to long or failish(MINE TT3TT )

Jessica: Well, now that we're done bashing my stooopid username, let's get down to business.

Kristen: What business you may ask?

Jessica: Well the business of how this all started... and what's in it... and why we're even doing this in the first place. It all started last night at 1 o'clock in the morning in the basement at Kristen's house. *flashback*

Kristen: Weelll...I don't think we have to do that, buuut... we were half dead, and trying to stay awake, so it made retarded things... the end...

Okay, so we don't own anything in this fanfiction, because y'know, no one on this site owns anything they write about...

The fandoms that are going to be featured in this multi-chaptered mind fuck fic are; Teletubbies, Transformers, Hetalia, Bleach, Harry Potter, Michael Jackson, Naruto, Pokemon, Final Fantasy, Dora the Explorer/ Go Diego Go, Disney, Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Barney, Twilight, Dragon Ball Z, Sesame Street/ Muppets, PedoBear, , Narnia, Mario, Sonic, Sailor Moon, Jesus, Yu-Gi-Oh, The young and the Restless, Chuck Norris, D. Grey-Man, Maximum Ride, Ouran Host Club, Strong Bad, and some marvel references~

Well.. Please don't kill me for uploading something completely retarded, and not updating my other stuff. You can however, slander my name all over the place, just keep off of my blue suede shoes.

Enjoy~

It all Started With Accidentally Dialing a 4 Instead of a 5 (the prologue/ how it all began)

"All right, all right mom, I'll call grandma to wish her a happy birthday!" It was a regular day for Megatron, sitting/living in his mother's basement. He lifted his finger to dial the number he knew by heart. His aunt had bought him the newest cell phone, it's small size was astounding, and as he was dialing, the phone crunched underneath his gargantuan finger. 268-368 - 4! Megatron didn't realize his mistake as the phone started ringing, and his armpit oozed as he waited.

"Hello~" A high pitched voice, that sounded dark skinned, yet flamboyant, answered. He thought to himself, it must be one of grandma's boyfriends, who are all 70-80 years younger than she is.

"Uhh…. Is Marge there?" There was an awkward pause on the other end of the line.

"There's no one named Marge here, you have the wrong number… buuut~… I have been feeling a tad neglected lately, why don't we chat. My name's Dipsy, the Teletubby that fills the racial quota."

"….Okay?" Another awkward silence ensued, and Dipsy cleared his throat on the other end.

"Well, tell me about yourself… uhh…?"

"The name's Megatron. Don't wear it out. About me? Gawrsh! Well, to start with, I'm evil. Many failed attempts at killing my brother Optimus Prime has landed me living in my mother's basement. You may also know me as SexKitten on eHarmony…. Now what about you?" He crossed his legs and rested his cheek on his palm, in a very homosexual manner.

A squeal was heard from Dipsy as he held up his end of the conversation. "OMG, You have eHarmony too? Such a small world! Now about myself…. I'm a Virgo, and I absolutely adore chocolate milk…. And babies. My life has kinda been sucking recently. It's like a black abyss. The baby in the sun near my apartment complex hates me, and the T.V on my stomach doesn't work, it only broadcasts static and gay porn… not that I mind the Porn…. Cause you know, it's great. And to top it all off, I was only hired to fill the racial quota! The other teletubbies harass me! I mean c'mon! That bastard Tinky Winky has a pink purse for god's sakes, and he's a MAN! Sometimes I just wish I could kill everybody. I'd eat their flesh! …. FUUUUCK! Now there's a spider on my tubbytoast!"

Megatron hears a plate smash as Dipsy launches it across the room. So he wants to kill everybody? Sounds like my kinda person… but the flesh eating part is a bit strange…..

As he hears the phone being picked back up, he offers a life altering suggestion.

"Yanno, I think I could help you with that problem of yours. You see, I'm a giant robot talking on a tiny cell phone. Anyways, we should meet up at Starbucks or something, do you know where Pallet Town is? I heard it's a metropolis of different people, so we'd fit right in!"

Dipsy thinks for a minute. "I know where that is, and as long as you don't molest me, and you pay… yeah I guess I could meet you there. How about when the sun is forty degrees in the eastern sky? Be there."

Dipsy slammed the phone down on the receiver, effectively ending their conversation, leaving Megatron sitting on his couch, plotting world domination, his grandma's birthday completely forgotten.

Nobody seemed to notice the radioactive glow that the forgotten tubbytoast was emitting, because that spider wasn't a normal spider, it was a SPIDERMAN SPIDER!

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The next day Megatron awoke bright and early to meet Dipsy at their designated meeting place. Besides being able to help him kill everybody, he could also probably fix the T.V on his stomach. He was a giant robot after all. Annnnnd, he wanted to see that gay porn. Not because he was gay…. He was just curious… He pulled his favorite tie out of his closet and fixed it around his neck, he wanted to make a lasting impression. Standing in front of his basement bathroom's mirror, he oiled his grill, and greased his hinges.

"BWAHAHAHAH! I'll finally have what I need to take over the world!" He fist pumped like Jersey Shore itself, and a squelch notified him that his oozing armpit had leaked ooze all over his tie.

"Shitshitshitshitshit!" He cursed his faulty body and clunked to his room to find a new tie. By the time he left the sun was at 37 degrees in the eastern sky. He was going to be late. He transformed into a jet, and tried to take off, but before he could, the engine that oozed on his tie from his armpit, blew out, and he was left with public transportation. The bus stop was at least a 20 minute walk from his house, so he set off, shielding his eyes from the sun, which clearly read 38.5 degrees in the eastern sky.

After he waited about seventeen minutes and twenty four seconds for the bus, he ended up having to sit next to a homeless guy that smelled like he hadn't showered since the last solar eclipse. He was vaguely reminded of Dumbledore, but shook his head at the thought. Dumbledore was dead, just like Elvis. He got a creepy feeling that maybe Elvis wasn't dead after all. But then he realized, he would live on forever through rock and roll. He sat silently, watching the scenery change from tall skyscrapers and metallic things that looked like dildos, to the quiet countryside, and finally to a huge city with many shops and people who looked like they belonged in a renaissance fair. But not only those people, people of all shapes and sizes, including the Asians, were walking the streets… doing strange things. There were no dildo shaped buildings anymore, which was definitely an improvement.

It was different in Pallet Town then it was in Deceptacon Village. All the prostitutes weren't wearing as much clothing, and people of all races, not just robots were allowed to walk the streets. The Mafia was more visibly part of this society, and obviously, so was metrosexuality. He remembered seeing a blond kid, seemingly having a seizure in an orange jumpsuit, screaming that he was a ninja. No one seemed to be trying to get him into a straight jacket, or tazer him so it must be acceptable behavior. He also thought… what kind of ninja wears orange anyways? A dead one….

He disbanded from the bus, and followed the map he had printed from Google maps to his final destination. He tried to ignore the strange people, and he ended up singing himself a little song to keep the heebie jeebies away.

"Sunshine lollipops, rainbows, lemon drops, falling on my head…. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas… I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie wooorld~ Life in plastic, it's fantastic, you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere, imagination, life is your creation, c'mon Barbie, let's go party….."

Before he knew it, he was standing in front of the Starbucks, kneecap to…face, with a very angry looking racial quota filling little green man with a skin colored face.