Alright, I put all the copyright crap in the first chapter, so I don't have to put it into the other ones too, right? Am I right? Well, even if I'm not, I'm not putting them up again anyway. Enjoy the second chapter!

Barph: *pose with robot grin* I. Have. An. ASS!!!!!

Scrarth: You. Are. An. ASS!!!!!

Hamtor: .........

Scrarth: We should be heading back to the other three before that psycho bot does any more damage.

Hamtor: Why?

Scrarth: What do you mean, "why"?

Hamtor: That contract only said we had to be in the fic. It said nothing about us having to stay with ol' Cowardly Lion.

Scrarth: ...........

Barph: ...........

Hamtor: .....You know, the Cowardly Lion from the Wizard of Oz studders, and so does Blive? Get it?

Scrarth: ...........

Barph: My ass is so cool.

Hamtor: *anime sweatdrop*

*back in the park*

Blive: G-g-g-g-g-g-g!!! *on the ground, his leg in the air twitching*

Clarice: Don't you EVER try to get fresh with me again!

Butterflee: Fresh, clean, feel! ^.^

Blive & Clarice: o.O;;

Butterflee: I like the Downy teddy bear. ^.^

Blive & Clarice: o.O;;

Butterflee: I'll shut up now. ^.^

(This is what happens when parents drink during pregnancy)

*back to wherever the other three are*

Barph: Where are we going again?

Scrarth: We're going to a museum for a fun, safe, cultural time.

Hamtor: I thought we agreed on the opra.

Scrarth: No way in hell are we going to an opra to watch some fat woman scream high pitched untill our circuits blow.

Barph: I second that motion. Besides, museums have dinosaurs!

Hamtor: Not REAL dinosaurs. Just their skeletons.

Barph: Aw @#$% it, I'm not going to either then.

Scrarth: We're going to the museum and that's final.

Hamtor: We're not going to the museum.

Barph: I second that motion. And we're not going to the opra.

Hamtor: ..............

Scrarth: My God, we're like three little kids arguing on what to do is some really lame anime!

Barph: All we need is a Pikachu and...

.......

Barph: Nevermind.

Scrarth: Let's just split up and do what we want to do, and meet back in the park with the others when done.

Hamtor: How do we know that they will still be in the park by the time we're done?

Scrarth: They're idiots and would rather drink rusty oil than get lost, and surrounding most of the park is forest, which even they can see they'd get lost in.

Hamtor: Point made and made well. I'll be seeing you all later *goes off in one direction*

Scrarth: I'll be headed to the museum then. *goes off in another direction*

Barph: *standing there all alone* And I'll...go and...do...stuff...at the...place...*walks off in a random direction*

*at the museum*

Scrarth: *staring at a Picaso* Oh I understand. The janitor hasn't cleaned this one yet.

*at the opra*

Hamtor: *staring at a fat woman singing* Oh I understand. She's trying to scare everyone away so the snack bar won't have a line at the end of the show.

*at a music store*

Barph: *standing on a guitar hanging to the wall waving drum sticks around wildly* ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US!!

Store Owner: Please sir! If you wanted a bass guitar you should of just said so in the first place!

*in the park*

..........*chirping crickets*

Butterflee: *looking at the sky* Oooooo what pretty stars! ^.^

Blive: Where the hell are the others?

Clarice: If I was them I wouldn't come back either.

Blive: What's that saposed to mean?

Clarice: That they're probably all freaked out by you.

Blive: G-g-g-g-g!! I SAVED YOU ALL AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME!?

Clarice: Whatever.

Butterflee: Ooooooo a shooting star! ^.^

Clarice: *looks up at the star* Wait a second...

*firetrucks flies past the park and down the street the other three Betabots went down*

Blive: Anyone who wants to follow the truck and see what the hell they've done, say I.

Butterflee: I! ^.^

Blive: Anyone who wants to stay here, and most likely stay safe from what they've done, say I. I!

Clarice: I!

Butterflee: I! ^.^

Clarice: You already voted.

Butterflee: No, I only voted twice. ^.^

Blive & Clarice: -.-;;

Butterflee: What? ^.^

Blive: I guess we're staying here then.

*up in the sky, at what appears to be the shooting star*

Scrorth: *on fire, flying through the sky at high speeds* There is a lesson to learn here: When a display made out of fireworks says "Do not touch", they mean it. Uh oh, appears I'm headed back to the ground. *hugs himself into a small ball and smashes into the park with a huge explosion, almost knocking everyone near the park over*

Butterflee: Oooo what a pretty firework display! ^.^

Blive: Methinks we should check it out.

Clarice: *small outline where she used to be standing, then shows her running towards the crator already*

Blive: G-g-g-g-g!! Wait for us!! o.O;; *grabs Butterflee's hand and runs towards the crator too.*

Scrorth: Ow....my aching everything...

Clarice: *bends over untill she's face to face with Scrarth* What are you talking about? Betabots can't feel pain! ^_^ *pokes Scrarth's arm*

Scrarth: *arm falls off* O.O AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Blive: Ouch, that's-a-spicy meatball!

Scrarth, Clarice & Butterflee: o.O;;

Butterflee: Even I have better punchlines than THAT. ^.^

Scrarth: I'd hate to interupt but MY FREAKING ARM CAME OFF!!

Hamtor: *walks up with several of those small binoculars you get at opras* I told you we should of gone to the opra. I even got souvenirs for all of you.

Butterflee: *takes one and looks in the wrong end* Ooooooo you're all so tiny! ^.^

Scrarth: Back to my arm, please?

Clarice: Don't worry, I'm a nurse Betabot.

Blive: Wow Clarice, for someone who's saposed to help others you sure suck at it. *points to Scrarth's arm*

Clarice: *p.o.ed anime face and giant head, frailign arms, etc etc* HOW ABOUT I MAKE YOU MY NEXT PATIENT BY DISASSEMBLING YOU PIECE BY PIECE AND REBUILDING YOU INTO A FIRE HIDRENT!?!??!!?

Blive: O.O;;;;;

Scrarth: My arm doesn't seem to be as much a problem anymore... o.o;;;

Clarice: *turns to Scrarth, still p.o.ed* YOU BETTER STAY EXACTLY WHERE YOU ARE AND LET ME FIX YOU OR ELSE I'LL BREAK YOUR OTHER ARM AND YOUR LEGS!!!!!!!

Scrarth: Okay!! o.O;;

Butterflee: *looking around through the binoculars the wrong way* Ooooooo I can see a little sweet birdy up in a tree! ^.^ *waves to the bird franticly, it sees her, freaks out, and flies away scared.....right into a window*

Hamtor: If I'm correct there were six of us...where's Barph?

*far away on a street corner, Barph is jamming on a bass guitar that's plugged into his voice box as an amp, with tons of people huddled around him throwing money into a guitar case*

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There the second chapter is finally over. Already I'm getting sick of making this @#$%ing fi-Oh, hey everyone. I hope you enjoyed the second chapter of Betabots! I love making this fic even more than you enjoy reading it! Really, I do c_c;; Anyway, make sure you review it if you haven't already, stay tuned for the next chapter coming soon, and make sure you don't touch displays in museums made out of fireworks! See ya!