Chapter Four

It was, Potato Chip decided, one of the odder days she had ever experienced since coming to live in Bobbie and Bonnie's room. For one thing, things had become rather .... crowded in the bedroom. Where once pristine bed covers, brightly colored curtains, and cleanly vacuumed floors once held sway, now was sprawled an assorted lot of ... something, which had apparently dropped out of the ceiling of the bedroom and had taken over most of the available space.

Peering slightly out of the edge of her pouch, Potato Chip scrunched up her nose. She wasn't quite sure just WHAT the strange creature was, but it seemed to have a squirming multitude of legs, arms, and other assorted shiny parts. For a moment, she debated whether or not to uncurl from her protective position. Weird or not, it might have some food, she hoped.

"Starscream, move that cannon out of my chest plate," said a strange sounding metallic voice.

"I would," whined another metallic voice, "But someone has their wing rammed up my hard-drive."

"Pardon me, for as far as I can ascertain, that is MY appendage," said yet another voice.

"Whatever flesh sack has stuck their leg in my servo is quickly going to become glue fodder!"

"By the light, what IS this place?" A blond headed girl was the first to wriggle her way out of the squirming pile. She shook herself off, and peered anxiously at the group.

"Starlite, Starlite, WHERE ARE YOU?!" She picked up a random tail, and yanked.

"HEY LADY, that's MY TAIL!" wailed yet another voice. "MY TAIL, my beautiful TAIL!"

Uncurling more fully to assess the situation, Potato Chip immediately brightened; A human child! Although the rules of the bedroom stated that she wasn't SUPPOSED to appear to anyone OTHER than Bonnie and Bobbie, she pretty much assumed that the rule only applied to adults ... besides, human children ALWAYS had something good to eat.

With an earsplitting screech, the popple launched herself in the air, uncurling fully with a loud POP! sound.

"POP POP POP POOPPPLE SURPRISE!" she cheered.

"YIIIIIIIIII!" yelled the little girl, grabbing a pouch at her side and throwing the contents at the high flying furbag. Potato Chip sneezed as she was suddenly covered with tiny little colored stars. The world exploded into a multitude of colors. At the same time, an earsplitting whinny filled the air as a huge white horse bolted upward in response to the girl's scream. Potato Chip only had an instant to see a rainbow colored mane before the horse kicked her, much like a furry soccer ball. Instinctively, the popple curled back into a ball, just in time to bounce off a certain metallic head, smacking it sharply. Luckily, her thick fur and padding meant that she suffered no injury from being tossed around like a furry football. Her victim, however, seemed to think differently.

"We are under attack!" the robot screeched. "I've been HIT!"

"Decepticons, RETREAT!" bellowed another. The writhing in the pile became even more frantic as further horrifying discoveries were made.

"WHY AM I FUCHSIA NOW?!"

"I'M PUKE GREEN!"

"I have now transmogrified to the hue of brownish tan, similar to that of waste material ..."

"WHAT IN THE RAINBOW IS GOING ON?!"

Potato Chip would've loved to have added another comment to the chaos, but she found that yet another strange phenomenon had taken the room. Something even MORE disturbing (if that was possible) than a roomful of strangely colored and somewhat violent creatures.

It had started raining. Indoors. And the wind was picking up. And lightning seemed to be flashing out of the curtains.

Potato Chip curled even more tightly into her pouch. Sometimes, it was just better not to ask.