Author's Note: In my ASL class we were looking up facts for an assigned states (my group got Arizona) to sign for the class, eventually I found dumb laws and one thing led to another and now…I blame the law makers of America for this one.
Warning: Re-read note, that's warning enough
Disclaimer: Don't think so, I don't have the money.

Three times a Charm

The Dumb laws of Michigan

Fanzone sat in his police truck sipping his morning coffee. Today was going to be a dozy on his sanity, he just knew it. The fact that Sentinel Prime was making his forth stop to say good bye ensured that. Not to say that Fanzone didn't appreciate it, with the mutual attitudes they displayed to one another it was easy to say they had become the kind of friends that fight all the time, so he was glad to know that's Sentinel was getting over whatever it was he had against organics, but please.

"Hey officer." Sentinel said pulling up in vehicle mode with a hologram of a youthful, but experienced looking young man in the driver's seat, "I just wanted to-"

"Yes, I know, you're leaving goodbye." The cop grumbled.

"Yes, that, I'll see you around but that's not what I came to say," the Prime replied pointing out the window, "See those men out at the dealership? They need to be arrested."

Fanzone spat out his coffee, "What? They haven't done anything wrong, why should I arrest them."

"Because it's a Sunday," The robot answered, "And according to the laws of Michigan, it's illegal to sell cars on Sundays."

"Wha-" Fanzone reached over to his laptop and quickly pulled up his set of laws for Michigan State and skimmed through, "By golly it is…" he muttered.

"That guy over there!" Sentinel pointed again, "He just scowled at his wife! That's illegal on Sundays as well!"

"Yeah…" Fanzone looked at the blue truck, "What did you do, memorize all the laws of my town."

"Without law, all is chaos." Sentinel replied, "It's my motto, I make a point of learning important societal laws of everywhere I go."

"Except traffic laws?"
"I'm working on that."

"Right, well I guess I believe you" The chief of police sighed, "Any other offense to the law you noticed you want to report before you leave?"

"Yeah." Sentinel revved his engine, "I've been seeing femmes of your kind going in and out of barber shops for weeks, and it says that they can't do that without their husband's permission, you should set up drones to be sure they have that permission. And I'd keep an eye on the trains too, it's illegal to be drunk on them, but I'm seeing people sneaking your high-grade stuff on them" Sentinel looked across the street "Oh! And that Putt-putt golf course has been open since noon yesterday."

Fanzone looked at his computer, "Those are supposed to close at one in the morning."

"Uh-huh!"

A boy about the age of thirteen came running up playing with a toy gun. "Bang, bang!" he shouted shooting a small piece of foam into Sentinel's cab as he passed. The fake ammunition passed through the hologram's forehead, but the boy didn't notice and was busy running from his gaining mother.

"Nice shot!" Sentinel called after him, "Hey squishy, you should consider asking him to join the force."

"No way!" Fanzone replied, then he looked at his computer again catching a line that read, 'Any person over the age of 12 may have a license for a handgun as long as he/she has not been convicted of a felony.' "Or maybe I could…"

Almost at random, the cop's radio came on blasting music at high volume.

"Prison gates won't open up for me!

On these hands and knees I'm crawling

And I reach for you!"

"Piece of Crap!" The human yelled slamming the radio, "I ought to buy a new one and smash this one into pieces!"

"I wouldn't do that." Sentinel said.

Fanzone was about to ask why when he saw it for himself, 'Willfully destroying your old radio is prohibited.' "Man, do we have some dumb laws in this state!" The man sighed, "How could this get any weirder?"

As if waiting for a cue, several robots came from as many directions.

"Sparkplug, Sparkplug, here boy!" The voice belonged to Sari Sumdac, but Fanzone wasn't used to seeing her in that robot form. The rest of the Autobot crew ran behind her, weapons raised and pointed at the two Blitzwings that also chased the dog, along with a pig that was decked out like a punk, including a leather jacket.

"Nien!" The Blitzwing that everyone had come to call 'Angry' shouted, "Gizmo! To me!"

"He's not your dog!" Sari shouted.

"Iz too!"

"Is not!"

"Iz too!"

"Is not!"

"Iz too!"

"Is not!"

"Forget about ze dog!" Came the cackle of 'Random' "Vatch out for ze pig!. 'ere piggy, piggy, piggy!"

Angry roared loudly, "Ven I catch jou, I vill kill jou vith a decompression Chambah!"

"That's illegal!" Sentinel shouted, transforming and raising his weapons defensively.

Angry glared at him, "Not Gizmo jou stoopid Autobot Scrap heap!" He clarified, "Random! Zat idiot drezzed up a pig an let it loose! Talk to 'im about illegal practices!"

Sentinel turned his head and took a close look at Random's pig, "Nah, its fine."

"Fine!" The red faced Blitzwing cried, "How iz zat fine!"
Fanzone peeked out the window of his police car and read the law out loud. "It is illegal to let your pig run free in Detroit unless it has a ring in its nose."

The pig, indeed, had a ring in its nose.

The other Autobots stared in shock, both at the insanely stupid law, and at Sparkplug who happily bounded to Angry, barking cheerfully. Sentinel shrugged his shoulders, "I don't make the rules, I just enforce them." He looked at the dog that nuzzled itself in the Decepticon's arms, "You take good care of that pooch, alright? And…uh, would you give this to Blackarachnia for me?"

He handed the Decepticon something that the others couldn't see. Angry nodded, it was a box of energon goodies, like she had sent him, yeah, he'd make sure it got delivered. Sentinel thanked him, and announced that he was leaving, for real this time and transformed, driving off. Angry held Gizmo to him, and grabbed Random, dragging him away. The Autobots stared, and Fanzone backed his car away from the group.

He looked at the laws of Michigan on his laptop again. He and the entire police force had really been slacking.

Author's end note: Yeah, random little insert…I'm going to sleep now…

Editor's note: Tell us what you think nafkjdsnklsagnm,asnfgnb (sorry fell asleep on the key board.)