Let's get the copyrights out of the way so I don't forget them at the end and get sued.
Medabots are copyrighted by Nelvana (How they got their crappy hands on the show, I don't know.)
Betabots are copyrighted by CheckStar Entertainment (How I got my hands on the crappy idea, that I also don't know.)
All the robotic Betabots characters are inverted copies of Metabots robots, except Blive doesn't have a giant horn sticking out of his head. He has a smaller horn.
Now for the big flashy eight line title!
B-Big
E-Electrifing
T-Toys
A-And
B-Brassy
O-Oiled
T-Tinmetal
S-Stuff
(Yep, eight lines, count 'em)
*Camera starts by zooming in on a group of six robots in a Betabot store, waiting to be baught by young new Betabot Trainers, then turns around as a young boy with spikey black hair comes into the store.*
Boy: Oh boy oh boy I finally have enough money to buy my own Betabot! I'm going to be a Betabot Master!
Store Clerk: z z z z z
Boy: 'Scuse me mister, I'd like to buy a Betabot!
Store Clerk: z z z z z
Boy: Mister?
Store Clerk: z z z z z
Boy: Hello??
Store Clerk: z z z z z
Boy: *goes chibi and screams, shaking the store and everything near it* MIIIIIIISTEEEEEEEERRR!!!!!!
Store Clerk: z z z z z
Boy: *stands there blinking, then taps the bell on the counter*
Store Clerk: *hops up quickly wide awake* What can I do for you, my boy?
Boy: I'd like to buy a Betabot, please!
Store Clerk: One sec son, I'll be back in a second.
*camera zooms to and outside view looking at the store, and the store clerk takes a blue Betabot out from the window*
Store Clerk: That'll be $49.95 please.
Boy: Awwww...I don't think I have enough...*holds up four twenties*
Store Clerk: Hmmmmm, I don't think you have enough either...but since you are just a begginer, I'll let you have it for how ever much money you got there.
Boy: *jumps in happiness like one of those really crappy animes that make Flint the Time Detective seem mature, then hands over all his money and picks up the bot and instructions*
Store Clerk: *snickers and stuffs the cash into the register* Make sure you read the instructions carefully now.
Boy: *nods* I will!! Bye now!! *runs outside and stops on the side walk, where he activates his Betabot*
Betabot: G-g-g-g!! *wakes up* What the bloody f-...wait, who the hell are you? *stares at the boy*
Boy: I'm your Betabot Trainer, and you are my Betabot! Together we will have many gay adventures untill finally people get sick of the fic and it quickly ends as me a Betabot Master!
Betabot: *blinks and stands up* The hell with this, I'm getting the hell outta here!
Boy: Wait, come back! I spent my dad's monthly paycheck on you!! Nooooooooo!!
Betabot: *stops*
Boy: ...? So you'll join me as my Betabot?
Betabot: *turns his head to the store window, and sees the other five Betabots* !!!
Boy: What's wrong?
Betabot: MY PEOPLE!!! THEY ARE SLAVES THEY ARE!!! I MUST FREE THEM!!!
*camera zooms into the store, where the store clerk's sleeping. Suddenly, the window shatters and glass flies all over the place, the Betabot jumps in and chucks random objects off the shelves at the store clerk*
Betabot: POWER TO THE PEOPLE!!!
Store Clerk: *little girl scream and runs away*
Betabot: *leaps on the counter and poses triumphthly* I AM NUMBA ONNNNNE!!! *Quickly jumps off the counter and activates the other five Betabots*
Cat Betabot: I seem...to have life...
Nurse Betabot: I'm alive!
Samurai Betabot: ...
Butterfly Betabot: Ooo what pretty wings I have ^.^
Toothed Betabot: My ass is itchy.
Betabot: COME MY PEOPLE! WE MUST FLEE HUMANS AND PLOT ON TAKING OVER THE WORLD! MAKE THEM OUR SLAVES! RIP THEIR FREAKIN' NADS OFF! WE CAN DO EEET!!!
Other five: ...........
Betabot: ...Or not.
Butterfly Betabot: *flies over to a shelf and picks up a can on tuna* Ooooo what a pretty picture of a fish! ^.^
Cat Betabot: We should leave this place quickly before the athorities arrive and we are turned into scrap metal.
Samurai Betabot: ........
Toothed Betabot: My ass is metalic.
Betabot: Okay people let's do what said and get outta here before we get in trouble!
Cat Betabot: Don't call me .
*The Betabot pushes everyone out through the broken window, turns and eyes the place, smashes the cash register open, snags the cash, then runs away with the others just as sirens are heard in the distance.*
Boy: ...What does mean?
Police: *smash both cars into eachother and quickly jump out and hold their guns to the boy, surrounding him*
Cop1: PUT YOUR @#$%ING HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE 'EM!
Boy: IIEEEEEE!! *wets himself and puts his hands over the wet spot*
Cop2: He's resisting our commands!
Cop3: No, he's reaching for a weapon!!
Cop1: I'm going in!! *flies through the air and tackles the boy onto his back* SPREAD YOUR ARMS NOW!!! SPREAD YOUR ARMS NOW!!!
*all the police swarm over the little boy and put up police tape around the scene, while a few yards away the six Betabots flee through the park*
Cat Betabot: I can't believe we didn't help that boy.
Nurse Betabot: I can't believe that blue Betabot stole that money.
Toothed Betabot: I can't believe I was programmed to be obsessed with my ass.
Butterfly Betabot: I can't believe it's not butter! ^.^
Samurai Betabot: ........
Betabot: Okay everyone, we can stop running now, we're safe.
Cat Betabot: You mean in the middle of this park with everyone staring at us?
*long pause, camera shows hundreds of people staring at them*
Betabot: Yeah, here's fine.
Butterfly Betabot: *grabs the Nurse Betabot* What a cute dress! ^.^
Nurse Betabot: Don't touch me, please, don't even talk to me...
Betabot: Okay, now that I saved you all, how about we tell eachother our names?
Cat Betabot: You mean smashing into a store, having a little boy arrested, and stealing cash, is svaing us?
Betabot: G-g-g-g-g!! I saved you, damn it!!
Toothed Betabot: Stick it up your ass.
Nurse Betabot: Well, um, my name's Clarice.
Cat Betabot: I am Scrorth.
Butterfly Betabot: I'm Butterflee ^.^
Samurai Betabot: My name, is Hamtor.
Betabot: I'm Blive!
Toothed Betabot: ...
Blive: Well?
Toothed Betabot: Barph.
Blive: G-g-g-g-g!! BARF!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!
Butterflee: Tee hee ^.^
Barph: IT'S B-A-R-P-H YOU ASS!!
Scrorth: I'm going to love spending the whole fic with you guys.
Hamtor: Who ever said we had to stay together?
Blive: *ahem* *pulls out a contract with everyone's signature* This says we have to stay together.
Scrorth: I don't remember signing any contract.
Barph: Yeah, we were just made five minutes ago.
Butterflee: I can't even spell ^.^
Hamtor: .........
Blive: Yeah, well...your all on the contract and it's final and, yeah.
Clarice: And how long are we to do this according to the contract?
Blive: Atleast five chapters.
Everyone: !!!
Blive: Oh wait, I misread. It's actually ten.
Scrorth: TEN? How do you possibly misread five and ten? They're completely different!
Blive: .............I have the right to remain silent.
*long pause*
Clarice: Well since we're free, what can we do?
Blive: I...don't...know...
Hamtor: Well this bites the dust...
Barph: Bite my ass.
Butterflee: We don't have mouths so we can't bite your ass! You don't even have an ass! ^.^
Barph: I can fix that! *snags some money from Blive and walks away with a little black anime cloud over his head*
Clarice: ..........
Scrorth: This should be interesting...*fallows Barph*
Hamtor: I believe I shall watch as well *fallows*
Blive: Well well well little old me left alone with two gorgeous ladies!
Butterflee: Where? ^.^
Clarice: I am so glad you rescued us and doomed us to rust in hell knows where. I might of goten a nice trainer and have great times instead!
Blive: You're welcome! *big grin*
*else where...*
Barph: Hey, watch where you put that smelter!!
Scrorth: I can't believe you payed a mechanic to use an old bumper from a Chevy as an ass and smelt it onto you.
Hamtor: I can't believe the mechanic even considered doing the job.
*back to the park*
Butterflee: I can't believe it's not butter! ^.^
Blive & Clarice: o.o;;;;;;;
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Okay, that's it for chapter one. You can probably tell by now if you're going to like the series or print it out and use it as tolite paper *either way is good, in my opinion* For more senseless crap, comics, sprites, and, er, crap, go to http://checkstar.topcities.com and don't say I didn't wanr you...wait, I didn't. Oh well,I guess you can say I didn't wanr you. Heh heh... o.O;;
Medabots are copyrighted by Nelvana (How they got their crappy hands on the show, I don't know.)
Betabots are copyrighted by CheckStar Entertainment (How I got my hands on the crappy idea, that I also don't know.)
All the robotic Betabots characters are inverted copies of Metabots robots, except Blive doesn't have a giant horn sticking out of his head. He has a smaller horn.
Now for the big flashy eight line title!
B-Big
E-Electrifing
T-Toys
A-And
B-Brassy
O-Oiled
T-Tinmetal
S-Stuff
(Yep, eight lines, count 'em)
*Camera starts by zooming in on a group of six robots in a Betabot store, waiting to be baught by young new Betabot Trainers, then turns around as a young boy with spikey black hair comes into the store.*
Boy: Oh boy oh boy I finally have enough money to buy my own Betabot! I'm going to be a Betabot Master!
Store Clerk: z z z z z
Boy: 'Scuse me mister, I'd like to buy a Betabot!
Store Clerk: z z z z z
Boy: Mister?
Store Clerk: z z z z z
Boy: Hello??
Store Clerk: z z z z z
Boy: *goes chibi and screams, shaking the store and everything near it* MIIIIIIISTEEEEEEEERRR!!!!!!
Store Clerk: z z z z z
Boy: *stands there blinking, then taps the bell on the counter*
Store Clerk: *hops up quickly wide awake* What can I do for you, my boy?
Boy: I'd like to buy a Betabot, please!
Store Clerk: One sec son, I'll be back in a second.
*camera zooms to and outside view looking at the store, and the store clerk takes a blue Betabot out from the window*
Store Clerk: That'll be $49.95 please.
Boy: Awwww...I don't think I have enough...*holds up four twenties*
Store Clerk: Hmmmmm, I don't think you have enough either...but since you are just a begginer, I'll let you have it for how ever much money you got there.
Boy: *jumps in happiness like one of those really crappy animes that make Flint the Time Detective seem mature, then hands over all his money and picks up the bot and instructions*
Store Clerk: *snickers and stuffs the cash into the register* Make sure you read the instructions carefully now.
Boy: *nods* I will!! Bye now!! *runs outside and stops on the side walk, where he activates his Betabot*
Betabot: G-g-g-g!! *wakes up* What the bloody f-...wait, who the hell are you? *stares at the boy*
Boy: I'm your Betabot Trainer, and you are my Betabot! Together we will have many gay adventures untill finally people get sick of the fic and it quickly ends as me a Betabot Master!
Betabot: *blinks and stands up* The hell with this, I'm getting the hell outta here!
Boy: Wait, come back! I spent my dad's monthly paycheck on you!! Nooooooooo!!
Betabot: *stops*
Boy: ...? So you'll join me as my Betabot?
Betabot: *turns his head to the store window, and sees the other five Betabots* !!!
Boy: What's wrong?
Betabot: MY PEOPLE!!! THEY ARE SLAVES THEY ARE!!! I MUST FREE THEM!!!
*camera zooms into the store, where the store clerk's sleeping. Suddenly, the window shatters and glass flies all over the place, the Betabot jumps in and chucks random objects off the shelves at the store clerk*
Betabot: POWER TO THE PEOPLE!!!
Store Clerk: *little girl scream and runs away*
Betabot: *leaps on the counter and poses triumphthly* I AM NUMBA ONNNNNE!!! *Quickly jumps off the counter and activates the other five Betabots*
Cat Betabot: I seem...to have life...
Nurse Betabot: I'm alive!
Samurai Betabot: ...
Butterfly Betabot: Ooo what pretty wings I have ^.^
Toothed Betabot: My ass is itchy.
Betabot: COME MY PEOPLE! WE MUST FLEE HUMANS AND PLOT ON TAKING OVER THE WORLD! MAKE THEM OUR SLAVES! RIP THEIR FREAKIN' NADS OFF! WE CAN DO EEET!!!
Other five: ...........
Betabot: ...Or not.
Butterfly Betabot: *flies over to a shelf and picks up a can on tuna* Ooooo what a pretty picture of a fish! ^.^
Cat Betabot: We should leave this place quickly before the athorities arrive and we are turned into scrap metal.
Samurai Betabot: ........
Toothed Betabot: My ass is metalic.
Betabot: Okay people let's do what said and get outta here before we get in trouble!
Cat Betabot: Don't call me .
*The Betabot pushes everyone out through the broken window, turns and eyes the place, smashes the cash register open, snags the cash, then runs away with the others just as sirens are heard in the distance.*
Boy: ...What does mean?
Police: *smash both cars into eachother and quickly jump out and hold their guns to the boy, surrounding him*
Cop1: PUT YOUR @#$%ING HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE 'EM!
Boy: IIEEEEEE!! *wets himself and puts his hands over the wet spot*
Cop2: He's resisting our commands!
Cop3: No, he's reaching for a weapon!!
Cop1: I'm going in!! *flies through the air and tackles the boy onto his back* SPREAD YOUR ARMS NOW!!! SPREAD YOUR ARMS NOW!!!
*all the police swarm over the little boy and put up police tape around the scene, while a few yards away the six Betabots flee through the park*
Cat Betabot: I can't believe we didn't help that boy.
Nurse Betabot: I can't believe that blue Betabot stole that money.
Toothed Betabot: I can't believe I was programmed to be obsessed with my ass.
Butterfly Betabot: I can't believe it's not butter! ^.^
Samurai Betabot: ........
Betabot: Okay everyone, we can stop running now, we're safe.
Cat Betabot: You mean in the middle of this park with everyone staring at us?
*long pause, camera shows hundreds of people staring at them*
Betabot: Yeah, here's fine.
Butterfly Betabot: *grabs the Nurse Betabot* What a cute dress! ^.^
Nurse Betabot: Don't touch me, please, don't even talk to me...
Betabot: Okay, now that I saved you all, how about we tell eachother our names?
Cat Betabot: You mean smashing into a store, having a little boy arrested, and stealing cash, is svaing us?
Betabot: G-g-g-g-g!! I saved you, damn it!!
Toothed Betabot: Stick it up your ass.
Nurse Betabot: Well, um, my name's Clarice.
Cat Betabot: I am Scrorth.
Butterfly Betabot: I'm Butterflee ^.^
Samurai Betabot: My name, is Hamtor.
Betabot: I'm Blive!
Toothed Betabot: ...
Blive: Well?
Toothed Betabot: Barph.
Blive: G-g-g-g-g!! BARF!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!
Butterflee: Tee hee ^.^
Barph: IT'S B-A-R-P-H YOU ASS!!
Scrorth: I'm going to love spending the whole fic with you guys.
Hamtor: Who ever said we had to stay together?
Blive: *ahem* *pulls out a contract with everyone's signature* This says we have to stay together.
Scrorth: I don't remember signing any contract.
Barph: Yeah, we were just made five minutes ago.
Butterflee: I can't even spell ^.^
Hamtor: .........
Blive: Yeah, well...your all on the contract and it's final and, yeah.
Clarice: And how long are we to do this according to the contract?
Blive: Atleast five chapters.
Everyone: !!!
Blive: Oh wait, I misread. It's actually ten.
Scrorth: TEN? How do you possibly misread five and ten? They're completely different!
Blive: .............I have the right to remain silent.
*long pause*
Clarice: Well since we're free, what can we do?
Blive: I...don't...know...
Hamtor: Well this bites the dust...
Barph: Bite my ass.
Butterflee: We don't have mouths so we can't bite your ass! You don't even have an ass! ^.^
Barph: I can fix that! *snags some money from Blive and walks away with a little black anime cloud over his head*
Clarice: ..........
Scrorth: This should be interesting...*fallows Barph*
Hamtor: I believe I shall watch as well *fallows*
Blive: Well well well little old me left alone with two gorgeous ladies!
Butterflee: Where? ^.^
Clarice: I am so glad you rescued us and doomed us to rust in hell knows where. I might of goten a nice trainer and have great times instead!
Blive: You're welcome! *big grin*
*else where...*
Barph: Hey, watch where you put that smelter!!
Scrorth: I can't believe you payed a mechanic to use an old bumper from a Chevy as an ass and smelt it onto you.
Hamtor: I can't believe the mechanic even considered doing the job.
*back to the park*
Butterflee: I can't believe it's not butter! ^.^
Blive & Clarice: o.o;;;;;;;
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Okay, that's it for chapter one. You can probably tell by now if you're going to like the series or print it out and use it as tolite paper *either way is good, in my opinion* For more senseless crap, comics, sprites, and, er, crap, go to http://checkstar.topcities.com and don't say I didn't wanr you...wait, I didn't. Oh well,I guess you can say I didn't wanr you. Heh heh... o.O;;
