Power: I blame Organisation VI's 'Those Lacking Spines' for this.

As I have a free account, I'd be lying if I said I know Toontown, so forgive me if the VP, CJ and CFO are hideously out of character. On the other hand, this is supposed to be funny, so. . . maybe that's all right. Anywho, on with the fic. :D

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Chapter 1: The Mayhem Begins

This was the Vice President's favourite part of the week, aside the daily routine of promoting fellow Cogs to full-fledged Sellbots. Maintenance day. . . Even if he was unconscious for most of it.

For a Cog as large as he was, thorough maintenance took a dedicated and competent team and a lot of time. Only the VP's most trusted were bestowed this honour. They gathered around him now, like butterflies drawn to honey.

The VP tilted his head up and glowered at the narration. "Butterflies?" he objected. "That would be more appropriate for a Toon."

Bees?

"Still too cute."

Wasps then?

"Isn't there anything better?"

Better than a wasp? A hornet. How about vicious Asian giant hornets with skin melting stings?

"Ooh, that sounds good."

All righty then. They gathered around him now, like vicious Asian giant hornets with skin melting stings drawn to honey.

"But does it have to be-"

Shut up! Hornets like sweet things, deal with it. The team consisted entirely of Skelecogs. They carried toolboxes, rags and tins of polish, of which they would need a lot and tins of grease, also of a considerable amount. One team of four dragged a power cable and the other a fuel line.

The VP closed his eyes and began to power down. A tiny sliver of irrepressible fear surfaced; there was always the risk of being caught in this vulnerable state, but Maintenance and Repairs was always heavily guarded during his appointment and this was never on the same day. Ah well, nothing he could do about it now.

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The Vice President opened his eyes. Good, he was still alive. The entire crew, save the two teams of four, now had their attention on polishing him. He liked this part the best.

Lots of empty tins of grease lay discarded around the maintenance bay. Which meant his gears would be running smoothly. Ah yes, he could feel the difference already.

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The Skelecogs hopped off, their job done, and began to gather the empty tins into a pile and remove them.

The power cable was removed, and then the fuel line. Now the Vice President was free to go. . . Wait. He did not feel right.

To the Skelecogs watching, all of a sudden their VP began to twitch and spasm uncontrollably. They exchanged deeply concerned looks; what had they done wrong?

His head was spinning around, his arms were going all over the place, and now he was screaming. The maintenance team were beside themselves. What were they to do? "AaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHAAHAAHAAHAAAAAA!"

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The Chief Justice's caterpillar tracks rattled as he travelled around the Courtroom, assessing the jury that had assembled as part of the new Lawbots' promotion process.

He paused, considering. "Rattling? Is that healthy?"

Well how would you describe the noise?

"Hmm, good question."

Look. Just get on with it. They even had a captured Toon to put on trial. His eyes sailed over grey suited Cogs, then one in tartan burgundy, then- He did a double take. A tartan burgundy suit? A Sellbot? Here? The CJ leaned in to glower disapprovingly at the offending Two-Face, who cowered in his seat.

"My dear fellow, you seem to be mixed up. This is Lawbot HQ. Please leave."

He was taken aback by the look of abject terror that greeted this suggestion.

If the Sellbot's reaction was strange enough, he was even more surprised when the Cog fell to his knees and pleaded to be allowed to stay, seeming to be so deeply disturbed by the mere thought of returning that the poor Cog nearly shook himself apart in fear.

The CJ glanced around the Courtroom and- Good grief! They were everywhere. Lawbot HQ was being invaded by Sellbots! What the devil was going?

"What the devil is going on?" he demanded of the Two-Face. The Lawbot was then assailed by a multitude of explanations from all the Sellbots in earshot. Any further attempts to reason with them resulted in the same response; they were too shaken and disorganised. He held up a hand for silence. It was best, he decided if he saw for himself.

"I think it best if I see for myself."

Stop copying me and get your own damn lines.

"Then stop pre-empting me."

The Chief Justice turned to leaved, paused then demanded that all the Sellbots were to return to Sellbot HQ with him even if they had to be dragged there kicking and screaming. With the exception of a few brave souls, all them opted for the latter, stubbornly clinging to any and every object bolted down that came into their reach.

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The CJ was most surprised to see the Chief Financial Officer also arriving at the entrance to Sellbot HQ. He too had a wave of struggling Sellbots in tow, being hauled along unforgivingly by the larger, stronger Cashbots.

"You too, comrade?" He asked.

"So it would seem. I don't know what's going on, but something's got the poor devils terrified of their own headquarters. I do hope the VP's all right."

"Speaking of the Vice President, I didn't hear from him this morning."

"Actually, neither did I. And it's not like him to miss a weekly update."

The two Cogs entered the building. "Well, my friend, I believe we shall find out the cause soon enough."

Power: If you don't like the breaking of the fourth wall aspect of this fic, do tell. I find it can be a bit hit and miss. And I'll tell it like a straight fanfic from then on. Maybe even rewrite the first chappie. . .