Hehe. I finally got the next chapter going. The best part is that I had a spazz attack today while working on this fic during my lunch break for college, so I even finished the last chapter! That's right! This is the semi- final chapter to "Life at McBoggles"! So sad. I had fun, but I'm running out of time with life and ideas. I haven't been able to keep up with all the crazy things that've happened during work... Besides, I need to work on other works such as a book I hope to one day publish (after I rewrite it for the fifth time. lol).

Anywho, without further adieu, I give you Chapter seven of Life at McBoggles!

Disclaimer: I do not own "The Twilight Zone" or Transformers. I only own the idea to jot down all the crazy events that've happened to me and fellow workers at my McDonald's job. Yay me. lol

Chapter 7

In the midst of the negative three degree freezer of McBoggles, things were – unnatural and mysterious. There were events unexplainable and unheard of. Now, whitness the frozen terrors of – The Twilight Zo –

"Mmmm," Cyclonus giggled with a mouthful of frozen cookies. His original task was to gather a tray of them to bake, but he had further plans. "They're sooo good." The copterbot gulped down the large amount and grabbed another broken cookie from the box. He hated the cold, but the yummy cookies of goodness were worth it.

The heavy freezer door opened, followed by Optronix, who walked throw, pausing once he saw Cyclonus in mid-process of shoving the frozen delight in his mouth. "You're eating frozen cookies."

"Only the broken ones," Cyclonus replied with a nervous grin.

Optronix shook his head, grabbed the empty tray, and placed the cookies in the four rows of three. "If you wouldn't eat so many at a time, you might not get caught."

Popping the piece into his mouth, Cyclonus grinned and nodded. The two exited, returning to warm freedom.

"At least I know who the cookie monster is," Optronix smirked under his faceplate.

Dong! "Order!" Cyclonus sprinted off to backdrive.

"My court session isn't until next month!" Megatron peeked from his office, his optics widening when he realized what he said.

All employees present paused at their work and rushed over to the office. Questions such as, "what did you do?" and "Our Megatron is going to court?" and "Who'd you kill now?" were thrown at him.

"It… It was a speeding ticket! And for Primus' sake, I didn't kill anyone!" Not yet, anyway, Megatron answered.

With Cyclonus' customer coming through, it was like a cue for everyone on Cybertron to go to McBoggle's for dinner. The lobby was packed, drive-thru was lined up to the road – Oh, what joy for the owner, yet what misery for the workers.

"Megatron!" Cyclonus ran from back-drive carrying a few 20 point credit bills, "Megatron!"

"What is it," the store manager asked as he helped out on counter.

"I need some five point bills! The customer is waiting!"

"I can't get any."

"Pllleeeaaasse! I don't have any tens and I'm not giving out any ones!" Cyclonus begged. In truth, he was more in a bind than Megatron realized.

Once the manager turned around, done with a customer's order, he found the copterbot dancing as if his excess fluid bladder was about to rupture – or he was doing the River Dance. "Gah! Give me those!" He took the bills from Cyclonus and stormed to his office to gather the required credits from the safe. "Here, now get back there and take the line off the road!" It would have been considered a shove if Megatron pushed the credits into the copterbot's hands any harder.

With a maniacal giggle, Cyclonus trotted back to his corner and gave the customer his change.

It wasn't but far later that night that things had finally slowed down. Hot Shot, Sideswipe, and Optronix put on their own headsets for entertainment reasons. Using the "walky-talky" button, the four (adding Cyclonus) had conversations that the customers were unable to hear.

"Hey, Cyclonus," Optronix remembered something, "Jazz said he would be coming through drive-thru around this time."

"Okay, I'll listen for him," Cyclonus replied.

As if on cue, the headset dinged

"Hi, can I help you?"

The voice sounded is if a male transformer was trying to impersonate a fembot, "Yes, I'd like a Flaming N' Tangy burger and a – "

"Stop trying to be a femme, you idiot," Optronix's voice sounded on the speaker.

"Excuse me? Who is that?!"

"Oh sh-" Optronix cut off and used the "walky-talky" (B) button, "Don't tell her who it was!"

By this time, the customer drove around to the window, and Cyclonus was nervous as Pitt. "I-I'm so sorry, ma'am. We thought you were someone else."

"Who'd you think I was?!"

"We thought you were a guy who -"

"What?! Where's that person who called me an idiot? Tell him to get over here!"

"I-I," What to do?

"I'm not gonna hurt you, sweety. Just tell him to come here."

"Optronix, they want you back here."

"Sh-" The red and blue bot made his way to Cyclonus and sighed, "Yes, ma'am?"

"I'll have you now," at this time the lady was reaching for something on her floorboard), "I am not a woman," (and then she threw socks at us), "I am a man!" (The socks were white with blue stars and moons, and I think teddy bears).

"I… am totally disgusted," Optronix stared out the window as the fembot drove off.

"Socks!" Cyclonus squealed happily. "I'm keeping them as souvenirs!"

"You do that," Optronix walked back to his position in grill, still stunned by what just happened.

(As much as I wanted to tell the story using the characters, I knew that Transformers didn't wear socks, and using something else in their place wouldn't make it as funny. Yes, this scene really did happen – as all other things in here – unless I say otherwise).

Unfortunately, Cyclonus was told to throw away the socks, losing his "souvenirs". In a fit of moping, Cyclonus stared outside his window and noticed something terrifying. Insecticon beetles were everywhere! It seemed like an ocean of them, crawling around aimlessly. "We're under attack!" Cyclonus ran out of back-drive screaming as loudly as his vocalizers would allow him.

"What in the Blue Pitt is going on, Cyclonus!" Megatron stepped out of his office, nearly knocking over the fretful copterbot.

"B-b-b-beetles! Everywhere! They're attacking!"

"Hmm," Optronix imputed, "this building might have been built on their mating grounds."

Megatron nodded, "Sounds logical enough. Now go do your dishes, Cyclonus! You're not even started on them and it's three hours before closing!"

"Right…" Cyclonus sighed and began his dishes.

It had been so slow that night, the copterbot didn't think it would be trouble to wait a while longer to wash dishes. The huge clattered piles of dishes on the floor, the towel washer, and the sink looked rather intimidating, though. Filling the first of three variously sized sinks with soapy water from a dispenser hose above, he began placing random dishes into the sink and scrubbed them down with a rag he found nearby. About thirty minutes into washing, Cyclonus received his ninth customer. He wiped his hands again and took the order.

"Have a good night," closing the window, he walked back to his sink, but not before another customer dinged in. At first, it didn't bother the copter bot so much, but the next two customers began to tick him off. Poor Cyclonus couldn't get any further than four steps from his register before a new customer would come along.

Five orders later, Cyclonus made it to the sink, dipping his hands into the soapy water and –

Dong!

"Ah!" Cyclonus yelled in frustration, "Let me wash my dishes!" Then, pressing the "A" button to answer the customer, he said with a kind voice, "Hi, can I help you?"

This went on for another fifthteen minutes.

Once the clock reached midnight, Bumblebee's sight automatically zeroed in on one of the two lobby doors.

"Close the lobby," Megatron called from his office, returning from counting the inventory in the freezer. A bit of frost had fallen from the door flaps and onto his shoulders and head, but he didn't seem to notice – or he just didn't care.

Headlights turned into the driveway and soon turned into one of the spaces in the lot.

"No! Quick, Bumblebee!" Hot Shot saw the headlights while sweeping in the front of the grill, "Lock the doors!"

In a sprint, the small yellow bot made it to the door closest to the customer and locked it, then took a little more time to get to the other one. Now that customers weren't able to get in the lobby, the real fun could begin – fussing with the people who tried to get inside.

The Cybertronian who had driven up transformed to robot mode and walked over to the door. Grabbing the handle, he attempted to pull the door open, only to get a response of a thunk from the rectangular entrance. Bumbleebee looked in the direction of the wonderfully funny noise and shook his head, making an innocent look on his face. "Lobby's closed!" He yelled to the customer, hoping he would understand what he said.

Walking away, the customer said nothing and transformed to go home.

Success! The spunky yellow bot grinned and went back to stocking his sauces.

"Hey, Starscream!" Hot Shot's voice called from right behind the jetformer, who was sweeping the lobby floor.

The red and white mechanoid turned to find Hot Shot gripping a broom and grinning determinedly. "Another spar? You'll never defeat me!" He swung his broom to strike the yellow bot's head, only to be matched by his adversary's broom.

Both battlers leapt away and stared each other down, soon growing impatient in the stillness, charging at each other and crossing their wooden weapons between them in an act of defense and offense. Numerous more strikes at each other, and not a single hit on either of the transformers – both were equally matched.

"Get back to work!" Megatron's voice filled Hot Shot and Starscream's receivers, ringing out even after the store manager was done yelling.

They stopped - broom in hand, ready to try one more time. But they thought Megatron getting any angrier wasn't very welcoming. Hot Shot pointed at Starscream, eyeing him, but not saying a word, and then returned to grill to sweep up the terrible mess of seeds and other crumbs of food spread all over the floor. Starscream only nodded and returned to similar tasks in the lobby, knowing that there will always be a next time.

Yay! Now that that's finished, I'll give it about three or four days before I put up the next chapter. I still have to type that one up, anyway. lol

Oh! And great news! I'm a manager at McDonald's now! Yay! I'm going through the training for the next two weeks so I can know how to work breakfast grill and table. That's the only thing I don't know how to do in the store. Well, I can do grill now. lol Have a good day!