My feet had never flown so fast. Quickly, they slid to turn into a car that was in a drive way. The cop transformed and flattened the car with his foot. As soon as that happened, I was up and running down a street with houses, only five houses until mine. Four. Three. Two.

SAM! The bright yellow Camaro pulled into the driveway.

"SAM!" I screamed, as the cop looked like a cop again. God dammit, now we were both going to die! All of a sudden, the cop screeched to a stop only bumping my back, making me fall forward scarcely. The Camaro's alarm came alive, going crazy with beeps, screeches, and I could've sworn it buzzed something, "Autobots!"

What the hell was an Autobot? Sam looked at me in shock, then, ran to the Camaro and locked it so it's alarms would stop going crazy. The cop squealed around, just missing from flattening my body with the killer tires as it dissapeared down the road.

Then Sam walked up to me, "What in THE HELL just happened?" Sam snapped. My face fell, no hug, no,'Are you okay?', just a snap. Tears streamed down my face, I thought Sam cared. He looked at me in pity and placed a hand on my shoulder, then looked at my cheek, "What happened?" he asked a little more softly.

Sam placed a hand on my cheek, then I could feel a nice cut. Probably just a beating from getting chased by the stupid cop robot.

"I don't think you should go shooting at that forest any more," Sam chuckled. Oh, did I forget to mention, that pretty much me and Sam know everything about eachother, there was no secrets between us. Even though we hated eachother, we were about the best of friends. My head rotated into a nod.

Quickly, I peaked at the Camaro as Sam started to walk off. I ran up to it then hopped in the drivers seat. Wait, hadn't Sam locked it? This car just got more and more suspicious. My eye caught the steering wheel, Sam had rubbed the mud off the symbol that had been on the horn. It was a face. A sort of robotic face with hollow eyes. Had the cop stopped chasing me because of the Camaro.

"Wait here!" I snapped at my big brothers car, then ran into the house and grabbed a blanket and pillow. The Camaro was like bad robot repellent, because as soon as it was home, the cop was gone. I decided that I had to stay as close as possible to it. Even if it meant having to sleep inside it. As I was zooming down the stairs, dad grabbed me by the shoulder, "Where are you going Sophie?" he snapped.

I stayed staring away from him, I didn't want dad to see my beat up face. "I was wondering if I could camp outside tonight? Like...the backyard," from the corner of my eye, I could see dad grinning.

"Okay kiddo. You go do that," dad replied. Quickly, I ran outside back to the Camaro. I laid the blanket out on the back seat then threw the pillow at the end. Gee, I hoped the car wouldn't mind. If a giant alien robot that had spinning chain saw was scared of some beat up Camaro, then I was going to take a chance with sleeping in the car.

0300 HOURS

The sound of an engine starting, seaped in my ear. My head swung up and I looked at the steering wheel start to turn by itself. Suddenly, the car was moving. Going out the drive way. All of a sudden, I could hear Sam screaming.

"Wait, let my brother come," I pleaded. The car ignored me. That made me a little mad. Soon, we were driving down the road, when the Camaro took a sharp right. And I mean a SHARP right, my whole body toppled to the other side of the car. My head swung around to see Sam riding his bike after us. He was on the phone. Oh no.

About ten minutes later we were at some old junk yard, that we passed sometimes while going downtown. The Camaro was old, but damn it could move fast!

We broke right through a fence and in the junk yard before a long freight train came. Freight trains were usually a mile long, so Sam would have to wait a while before coming over, because I could see it was also going about ten miles an hour...not even.

The Camaro drove into a big clean space in the junk yard. Which was rare to see in a place like this. Then the drivers door opened. I got out, then rolled my eyes over to the Camaro.

Wait...the doors were rotating, the tires rotated right under the beat up Chevy. Oh no. The Camaro was just like the cop...had the cop stopped because the Camaro was a leader or something? He did his final formations, then a giant yellow robot was standing right in front of me. No wonder! Oh no. Now I definately was going to die! My mouth opened to let out a scream, but the robot quickly grabbed me into his thick metal fingers, but didn't attempt to break my bones like the cop had. Instead...it...he, I think, placed another finger on my mouth and made some fuzzy shooshing sound through a stereo that was placed where a mouth should have been on the robot's face.

He seemed much softer at handling victims then the cop. Slowly he placed me down, then tapped a little symbol on his forehead. I squinted my eyes to get a better view at the item. Then, I realized it was the symbol on the Camaro's horn. But what was I supposed to think? The robot was not trying to hurt me.

Then he pointed to himself, "G...ooooo...d," he wheezed in a very fuzzy voice. Was he trying to convince me that he was the good guy?

"Wait. Whoa. So you're telling me...the cop that was chasing me was good too?" I asked. I mean, they were the same thing...right? The robot shook it's head in what seemed to be, annoyance.

"The cop is still bad?" the Camaro nodded and clapped his hands lightly. Cop bad. Camaro good. This was going to be an intresting night...

Then I realized that the robots name was probably not Camaro.

"Uh...Mr. Robot, Camaro, uh, what do I call you. What do you think of your self?" I asked, knowing how stupid I probably sounded. The Camaro looked down at me as if to say, Are you serious?, but then placed his hands in between his chest plates and seemed to be looking for something.

Then, his glowing blue eyes beamed brighter as he pulled something very small out. I looked carefully at it to realize it was the car scenter that had come with the Camaro when we bought it. It was in the shape of a bumblebee and under it, in curly letters was the word, BEE-OTCH.

"Your name is Bee-Otch?" I asked the giant robot. Sounded pretty sad for a crazy big robot to be named America's favorite word. He shook his head and tapped the little bee on the scenter.

"Your name is Bee?"

He shook his head again and made fuzzy buzzing sounds.

"Bee? Right?"

Oo! Almost got it! Let's try another one!, the host from, Family Feud, announced on the Camaro's radio. I had ALMOST got the right name. Honeybee? No, this was most likely a guy robot. What other kind of Bee was there? Bumblebee maybe?

"BUMBLEBEE!" I shouted proudly, not realizing how loud I had been. Bumblebee clapped his hands and nodded. Then I turned around to realize the very long freight train was gone, now Sam could catch up with us. But instead of rapidly transforming back into a car, Bumblebee looked up at the sky, then pressed a small button on his chest.

Something amazing happened. Something I thought I would never see. A lot of that had been happening lately. A light beamed right out of Bumblebee's chest. Then it stopped right at a giant cloud. I quickly realized that the light hadn't been a simple beam, it was a shape. Like in Batman movies.

The same symbol that had been on Bumblebee's horn was now a light in the clouds. I remembered watching Batman and thinking where they kept all those symbol lights. But now I wondered if Batman just had a giant robot help him out. Then the light shut off and everything went dark.

The sounds of Bumblebee transforming was what lead me to him. I didn't know where Sam was but there wasn't much we could do for him. Then my eyes caught two police cars coming. They were an older version, not like the cop that had tried to kill me earlier.

Quickly I got in, then heard my brother scream high pitched, "GOOD DOGS! GOOD DOGS!", then the sound of angry barking. Big dogs had always hated Sam, that was why we got the little freak, Mojo.

"Bumblebee. I guess I'm gonna have to take Sam home, or else he's gonna be a chew toy," I sighed. Bumblebee swerved over to some giant plastic TP looking building. Then I saw him. Sam squealing in fear, standing on a pile of crates while a wrotweiller and doberman were barking continuously at him. Bumblebee stopped and I got out, the dogs stopped barking at Sam and turned attentively to me.

Quickly, I made my "hideous whistle" as Sam called it. My fingers slipped in my mouth and I blew the most high pitched screech I could possibly do. The dogs stopped barking at me.

"BE GONE!" I roared at them. They didn't move, they simply cocked there heads to the side. I swung around, "Bumblebee help me out please," I asked politely as I walked back into the passenger seat. A loud horn went on for about three minutes and the dogs ran off with there tails between their legs. Sam gawked at me then instead of coming in also, he just froze.

"You stole my car?" Sam wheezed. I rolled my eyes, "Sam I am TWELVE YEARS OLD! I would not steal your car. This isn't even a car," I said with big grin. Sam gulped then ran out of the building. Instead of going after him, Bumblebee simply drove back home.

0832 HOURS

The night before I had decided to go back in my bed, knowing that at breakfast, Sam would probably think he just had some sort of nightmare. But instead, that morning I was woken up by mom.

"Your brother has been under arrest for stealing his car," and that was my "good" morning.