Me Grimlock Love French Fries

by Shimmer'N'Shine98

After a series of misunfortunate events, Grimlock, Gingerfern, and the crazy author go on a quest for the most valuable of things... French Fries. Oh, the glory. Oneshot

Shimmer and Gingerfern ran away from the thousands of cats who had been chasing them for hours. "Why…did you think…it was …a good idea…to give them barbeque sauce?" panted Gingerfern.

"How was…I…supposed…to know…they weren't…vegetarians?" Shimmer gasped for air.

"You…didn't know…I wasn't...a vegetarian?"

"Umm, ooh, look, a hiding place!" Shimmer distracted the warrior as she dragged her towards a museum.

Once inside, the looked at some of the dinosaur, plane, and cave people exhibits. Suddenly, Shimmer noticed one of the sign exhibits. "Gingerfern!" she whispered as she tried to pull her off of a scratching post exhibit.

"What?"

"The sign!"

"What about it?"

"It says No food, drinks, animals, government experiments, running, etc., etc., and some stuff in fine print!"

"So?"

"I still have McDonald's food in my pocket!"

"Just get rid of them!"

"YAY! I CAN FEED THE GRASS AGAIN!

Shimmer quickly dumped three bags of fries and a soda into a cage with a t-rex. "Me Grimlock love French Fries!"

Shimmer stared. Grimlock blinked. The cricket creaked. Gingerfern stepped on the cricked. Grimlock and Shimmer made sad faces.

Suddenly, Shimmer's conscience the night guard burst into the room. "Bad Shimmer! No feeding the grass! Didn't you read the sign? NO FOOD, DRINKS, ANIMALS, GOVERNMENT EXPIRIMENTS, RUNNING, ETC. ETC, AND SOME STUFF IN FINE PRINT!"

"Look, a door!" shouted Gingerfern, and the three of them speed-walked out of the door. After all, rules are rules.

After several months of going through Death Valley, they arrived at the McDonalds in the middle. "Me Grimlock want 38,576,288 burgers, please!" Grimlock said.

"I hate my life…" muttered the Grim Reaper as he served the food (with a tennis racket).

Just across the street, Rattrap and Red Alert crashed the DarkSyde into Burger King/Petco.

So you might be wondering, why am I talking in third person? Where did (TFA) Red Alert come from? And most of all, how did you come up with those excellent puns? I don't know. This was just a product of Transformers addiction, a weird dream, and being stuck inside while it's still below 30 degrees even though spring started three weeks ago. Oh, well, hope you enjoyed!

-Shimmer