Transformers: Robots In Disguise
Season 2
The Australian Off-Road was their equivalent of the Indy-500. Cars gathered from across the
continent to compete for prize money, for the cup, but for most of all, for the glory of being
called the number one Australian racer. Every year, something different happened, including
this year.
"Here comes the racers," the emcee called out as a cloud of dust appeared in the horizon. "Looks
like Howard Strum is in the lead followed by Benny Panger, the first female racer and... wait a
minute, something's happening. Looks like a formula one racer has appeared from nowhere and
taken the lead!"
The emcee was right. A red race car had pulled away from the cloud of dust and was rapidly
approaching the finish line. It had the number eighteen on it and a strange symbol on its hood.
With a blast of wind, the race car crossed the finish line and screached to a stop.
"I won, I won, I won!" A voice called from the race car. But no driver could be seen. The
voice wasn't even Australian. The judges were about to award the cup when a tow truck appeared,
also from nowhere and hooked the front of the car.
"Sorry, folks, this car is being towed," the tow truck called. "It's disqualified from the
race." And then they both disappeared as quickly as they came.
Once they were hidden, the tow truck stopped.
"Tow-Line, transform!" Tow-Line transformed and turned to face the race car, Skids.
"Skids, transform!" Still tied up, the race car also changed into a robot.
"Skids, have you forgotten why we're here? We're here to keep Unicron's forces from gaining
control over the Earth, we're not here to run races!"
"I just can't help it, Tow-Line."
"Optimus told me about you being possessed by that race car driver..."
"I'm not possessed!" Skids snapped. "I just have some mixed-up programming."
"Same thing," Tow-Line came back. "Whatever you want to call it, we have to keep ourselves
hidden from the humans."
"All right, all right, Tow-Line, I'm sorry. It's an addiction! Every time I hear a beeping
sound or a pistol or whatever, I feel the need to race."
"Well try to keep it under control for a while, okay?"
"Fine, fine."
But their conversation didn't go unheard. A sand-brown dune buggy laid hidden in the bushes
behind them. It was Doom-Buggy, one of Unicron's henchmen.
"So, one of the Autobots has a weakness for racing. This can be used to my advantage." And then
he drove off.
A little while later, Skids sat, his feet dangling off a cliff, facing the ocean.
"Tow-Line just doesn't understand," Skids said to nobody in particular (except a seagull that
just happened to land near him). "It's not like I can control when these addictions happen. My
speed is one of the best assetts the Autobots have. I do need to keep it from getting rusty.
"Ah, who am I kidding? Tow-Line is right, I am possessed."
"You don't look possessed to me." Skids looked around and spotted the dune buggy.
"Doom-Buggy, attack mode!" The hood of the jeep-like vehicle became legs. The underside of it
became the body, with arms extending from the sides. A head popped up from the back.
"Unicron's henchman," Skids quickly realized. He reached for his blaster.
"Hold on, I don't want to fight you. I'm not like Database or Skywars. I came to extend an
invitation to you."
"Not interested," Skids said training his blaster on Doom-Buggy.
"Not even in a race?" That caught Skids off-guard. He lowered his blaster. "That's right, a
race. Between you and me. If I win, you join my master. If you win, which I doubt, I will
leave Australia and return to Unicron."
"All right, I'm listening. If I do agree to this, what will be the circumstances?"
"It will be a cross-country race. From Southern Territory to Sydney. What do you say, do we
have a deal?"
Skids thought long and hard about it. No doubt there was some ulterior motive Doom-Buggy had.
But it was a race. A race! What he always wanted. A race he had to win.
"All right, I accept."
Doom-Buggy smiled sinisterly, but tried not to make it that way in front of Skids. "Good, now
remember, no tricks, no help from your Autobot friends, okay?"
"Okay."
"You did what?!" Tow-Line shouted. "Skids, are you nuts?"
"Tow-Line, calm down. This could be our only chance to get rid of Doom-Buggy once and for all."
"But what if you lose?"
"Are you kidding? I'm the fastest racer around!"
"Skids..."
"Look, Tow-Line, I'm going to participate in this whether you like it or not. Skids, transform."
Skids drove off.
Tow-Line shook his head. "And they call me the novice." Tow-Line activated his communicator.
"Optimus Prime, this is Tow-Line, come in..."
The next day, Skids drove up to the starting line. There were five SUVs, three motorcycles,
and a jeep. Skids found Doom-Buggy and drove up next to him.
"I thought it was just going to be the two of us racing."
"There was a race scheduled for today. Where do you think I got the idea?"
"Drivers, start your engines," a voice called out. Engines reved up. "On your mark, get set,
go!" A shot pistol was fired and everybody took off.
Tow-Line stood off to the side, hidden from Skids, Doom-Buggy and the other racers.
{He'll do anything to win,} he thought. {I better follow along.} "Tow-Line, transform."
The tow truck hunged off to the side as he tried to keep up with the other racers.
Doom-Buggy was having thoughts of his own. {I'm going to have to get rid of these human drivers
in order to beat the Autobot. I'll start with the SUVs.} A blade popped out from one of his
tires. He got close to one of the SUVs. The blade struck the car and it flipped over. It fell
onto another car.
Doom-Buggy leaped into the air and landed in front of another car. He kicked up dirt in its
wind shield. The driver swirved and flipped over.
"Ha-ha-ha!" Doom-Buggy pulled ahead to catch up with Skids and the other drivers.
"Bloody hell," the driver muttered. "Gota get out of here."
"What a mess," Tow-Line complained. "Hang on, folks, I got you." Tow-Line helped turn the other
cars right-side up. Unfortunately, the cars were damaged to the point that continuing the race
would be not only futile, but dangerous.
Meanwhile, Doom-Buggy managed to pull up until he was even with Skids.
"Hey, what happened to some of the other racers?" He asked.
"I guess they couldn't keep up with us superior racers."
"Sorry, pal, but there's only one superior racer here. Yours truly." Skids shifted into turbo
drive and ran ahead of Doom-Buggy.
"That's right, go ahead, leave me alone to get rid of the other racers." Right now, the
motorcycles were cruising by a clifftop. "Time for a little bumper car." Doom-Buggy screached
ahead and knocked one of the motorcycles off the cliff. The rider grabbed onto a crag.
"Help!" He cried.
"Hang on," a voice called. A hook was lowered and the rider grabbed onto it. He was lifted to
safety by the same tow truck that rescued the SUV.
"Here comes another hit," Doom-Buggy yelled. He knocked another off the cliff, motorcycle and
all.
"Uh-oh. Wrecker Hook!" Tow-Line's cable shot out and wrapped around both motorcycle and rider.
He hauled the motorcycle and two riders up. After putting them down on the ground, Tow-Line
took off.
Now Doom-Buggy was coming upon the Jeep. This would be tough for him. He would have to get
trickly to take him out.
"Doom-Buggy, superpower!" Doom-Buggy began glowing. He rammed the jeep from behind sending it
sailing into the horizon.
"Oops," Doom-Buggy said half-heartedly. "Guess I overdid it. Heh-heh-heh."
While Doom-Buggy was taking care of the competition, Skids was rapidly going across the
Australian desert.
{This is perfect,} he thought. {This is what I always dreamed! But... why don't I feel the
excitement I usually have when I race? I mean I'm doing what I always wanted. But... hold on,
I didn't come to Earth to race, but to help the Autobots defeat the Predacons. Although now it's
Unicron's forces. But come on, it's a race. Argh, what's wrong with me?}
Tai and Koji have been monitoring the race from Autobot Headquarters. On a side screen were
Skids' readouts.
"Tai, look at that screen." Koji pointed to a monitor where waves were spiking like crazy.
"Those are Skids' brain waves. If I'm reading this right, he's confused. His Autobot spark is
fighting with the spirit of the race car driver."
"So who will win?" Koji asked.
"That is up to Skids."
"We should contact Tow-Line," Koji suggested.
"Right." Tai's microphone slid down to the front of her mouth. "Tow-Line, come in..."
Skids' internal pondering gave Doom-Buggy the time he needed to catch up.
"Now it's just you and me, Autobot," Doom-Buggy said.
"What did you do to the other racers."
"Let's just say they've been disqualified."
"You fiend!"
"Oh please, can't you think of anything more creative." Doom-Buggy pulled ahead of Skids.
"Sandstorm!" Doom-Buggy kicked dirt up in Skids' face. Skids, in turn, went into a spin to blow
the sand away.
"All right, enough cruising around. Doom-Buggy, attack mode! Unilasers!" Doom-Buggy took out
his weapon and fired. Skids was caught off-guard and flipped over.
"Yes!" Doom-Buggy cried. "Now to the finish line. Doom-Buggy, assault mode. Superpower!"
Doom-Buggy powered up again and jetted off.
{Have to... win the... race,} Skids thought. {Have to... have to... have to stop...
Doom-Buggy... but race... No, I'm an Autobot! An Autobot! AN AUTOBOT!}
"Skids, transform!" Skids whipped out his blaster and fired straight at Doom-Buggy. His aim was
true and now it was Doom-Buggy who flipped over.
"Doom-Buggy assault mode! I can still make it to the finish line." Doom-Buggy broke into a
sprint and dashed for the finish line.
But up ahead was an obsticle he wasn't counting on. Optimus Prime in his battle mode standing
at the finish line. With him was Tow-Line and the other racers.
"There's the guy," one called.
"That's the one who tried to kill us," cried another.
"He tried to run me off the cliff!" The others chorused their complaints.
"These people say your reckless driving caused their vehicles to crash," Optimus told Doom-Buggy.
"Uh-oh," Doom-Buggy said meekly.
"I'd take that as a yes. Looks like you're disqualified, Doomie. The winner is Skids."
"Tow-Line, transform! Doom-Buggy, I'll give you to the count of ten to get out of here. One...
ten! Wrecker Gun!"
"Blizzard Storm!" Optimus also fired. The two blasts propelled Doom-Buggy into the ocean.
Seeing that he was outmatched, Doom-Buggy swam away.
"You guys are aware that there are more numbers between one and ten," Skids informed.
"And your point is?..." Tow-Line remarked. Skids chuckled.
Tow-Line and Skids were at Autobot Headquarters with Optimus, Tai, and Koji. Tai had just
finished up altering Skids' hard drive.
"Skids, I managed to purge your hard drive enough so that the spirit will only be there when
you're in vehicle mode. So just transform often and you should be able to control your
obsession," Tai reported.
"I am not obsessed!" Skids snapped. Showing the skeptic looks on the other face, he chuckled
and said, "well maybe a little."
"Once Tow-Line found out about your little deal, he contacted me," Optimus said. "We agreed
that I'd be there to bail you out should Doom-Buggy win. Luckily, he was disqualified and that
kept him from bringing you over to Unicron's side."
"Yeah, thanks Tow-Line. Sorry, I let my love for racing infect my hard drive."
"It's not your fault, Skids, nobody could know that you would be controlled by a race car
driver," Koji said.
"You're right, Koji, thanks. Hey Tow-Line, race you back to Sydney." Tow-Line moaned. But
Skids burst into laughter. "Got 'cha!"
"Why you..." Tow-Line chased Skids into the Space Bridge.
"They are such children," Koji mused.
Koji: Optimus figures that the only one who can tell us anything definite about Unicron is Sky-
Byte. So he sends Hyper Flight and Shuttle to look for him. Of course, Sky-Byte isn't just
going to hand out the information. But when he does, the info surprises all of us. The next
episode of Transformers: Robots In Disguise: "Secret/Sky-Byte's Return." So Get ready to roll
out.
Season 2
The Australian Off-Road was their equivalent of the Indy-500. Cars gathered from across the
continent to compete for prize money, for the cup, but for most of all, for the glory of being
called the number one Australian racer. Every year, something different happened, including
this year.
"Here comes the racers," the emcee called out as a cloud of dust appeared in the horizon. "Looks
like Howard Strum is in the lead followed by Benny Panger, the first female racer and... wait a
minute, something's happening. Looks like a formula one racer has appeared from nowhere and
taken the lead!"
The emcee was right. A red race car had pulled away from the cloud of dust and was rapidly
approaching the finish line. It had the number eighteen on it and a strange symbol on its hood.
With a blast of wind, the race car crossed the finish line and screached to a stop.
"I won, I won, I won!" A voice called from the race car. But no driver could be seen. The
voice wasn't even Australian. The judges were about to award the cup when a tow truck appeared,
also from nowhere and hooked the front of the car.
"Sorry, folks, this car is being towed," the tow truck called. "It's disqualified from the
race." And then they both disappeared as quickly as they came.
Once they were hidden, the tow truck stopped.
"Tow-Line, transform!" Tow-Line transformed and turned to face the race car, Skids.
"Skids, transform!" Still tied up, the race car also changed into a robot.
"Skids, have you forgotten why we're here? We're here to keep Unicron's forces from gaining
control over the Earth, we're not here to run races!"
"I just can't help it, Tow-Line."
"Optimus told me about you being possessed by that race car driver..."
"I'm not possessed!" Skids snapped. "I just have some mixed-up programming."
"Same thing," Tow-Line came back. "Whatever you want to call it, we have to keep ourselves
hidden from the humans."
"All right, all right, Tow-Line, I'm sorry. It's an addiction! Every time I hear a beeping
sound or a pistol or whatever, I feel the need to race."
"Well try to keep it under control for a while, okay?"
"Fine, fine."
But their conversation didn't go unheard. A sand-brown dune buggy laid hidden in the bushes
behind them. It was Doom-Buggy, one of Unicron's henchmen.
"So, one of the Autobots has a weakness for racing. This can be used to my advantage." And then
he drove off.
A little while later, Skids sat, his feet dangling off a cliff, facing the ocean.
"Tow-Line just doesn't understand," Skids said to nobody in particular (except a seagull that
just happened to land near him). "It's not like I can control when these addictions happen. My
speed is one of the best assetts the Autobots have. I do need to keep it from getting rusty.
"Ah, who am I kidding? Tow-Line is right, I am possessed."
"You don't look possessed to me." Skids looked around and spotted the dune buggy.
"Doom-Buggy, attack mode!" The hood of the jeep-like vehicle became legs. The underside of it
became the body, with arms extending from the sides. A head popped up from the back.
"Unicron's henchman," Skids quickly realized. He reached for his blaster.
"Hold on, I don't want to fight you. I'm not like Database or Skywars. I came to extend an
invitation to you."
"Not interested," Skids said training his blaster on Doom-Buggy.
"Not even in a race?" That caught Skids off-guard. He lowered his blaster. "That's right, a
race. Between you and me. If I win, you join my master. If you win, which I doubt, I will
leave Australia and return to Unicron."
"All right, I'm listening. If I do agree to this, what will be the circumstances?"
"It will be a cross-country race. From Southern Territory to Sydney. What do you say, do we
have a deal?"
Skids thought long and hard about it. No doubt there was some ulterior motive Doom-Buggy had.
But it was a race. A race! What he always wanted. A race he had to win.
"All right, I accept."
Doom-Buggy smiled sinisterly, but tried not to make it that way in front of Skids. "Good, now
remember, no tricks, no help from your Autobot friends, okay?"
"Okay."
"You did what?!" Tow-Line shouted. "Skids, are you nuts?"
"Tow-Line, calm down. This could be our only chance to get rid of Doom-Buggy once and for all."
"But what if you lose?"
"Are you kidding? I'm the fastest racer around!"
"Skids..."
"Look, Tow-Line, I'm going to participate in this whether you like it or not. Skids, transform."
Skids drove off.
Tow-Line shook his head. "And they call me the novice." Tow-Line activated his communicator.
"Optimus Prime, this is Tow-Line, come in..."
The next day, Skids drove up to the starting line. There were five SUVs, three motorcycles,
and a jeep. Skids found Doom-Buggy and drove up next to him.
"I thought it was just going to be the two of us racing."
"There was a race scheduled for today. Where do you think I got the idea?"
"Drivers, start your engines," a voice called out. Engines reved up. "On your mark, get set,
go!" A shot pistol was fired and everybody took off.
Tow-Line stood off to the side, hidden from Skids, Doom-Buggy and the other racers.
{He'll do anything to win,} he thought. {I better follow along.} "Tow-Line, transform."
The tow truck hunged off to the side as he tried to keep up with the other racers.
Doom-Buggy was having thoughts of his own. {I'm going to have to get rid of these human drivers
in order to beat the Autobot. I'll start with the SUVs.} A blade popped out from one of his
tires. He got close to one of the SUVs. The blade struck the car and it flipped over. It fell
onto another car.
Doom-Buggy leaped into the air and landed in front of another car. He kicked up dirt in its
wind shield. The driver swirved and flipped over.
"Ha-ha-ha!" Doom-Buggy pulled ahead to catch up with Skids and the other drivers.
"Bloody hell," the driver muttered. "Gota get out of here."
"What a mess," Tow-Line complained. "Hang on, folks, I got you." Tow-Line helped turn the other
cars right-side up. Unfortunately, the cars were damaged to the point that continuing the race
would be not only futile, but dangerous.
Meanwhile, Doom-Buggy managed to pull up until he was even with Skids.
"Hey, what happened to some of the other racers?" He asked.
"I guess they couldn't keep up with us superior racers."
"Sorry, pal, but there's only one superior racer here. Yours truly." Skids shifted into turbo
drive and ran ahead of Doom-Buggy.
"That's right, go ahead, leave me alone to get rid of the other racers." Right now, the
motorcycles were cruising by a clifftop. "Time for a little bumper car." Doom-Buggy screached
ahead and knocked one of the motorcycles off the cliff. The rider grabbed onto a crag.
"Help!" He cried.
"Hang on," a voice called. A hook was lowered and the rider grabbed onto it. He was lifted to
safety by the same tow truck that rescued the SUV.
"Here comes another hit," Doom-Buggy yelled. He knocked another off the cliff, motorcycle and
all.
"Uh-oh. Wrecker Hook!" Tow-Line's cable shot out and wrapped around both motorcycle and rider.
He hauled the motorcycle and two riders up. After putting them down on the ground, Tow-Line
took off.
Now Doom-Buggy was coming upon the Jeep. This would be tough for him. He would have to get
trickly to take him out.
"Doom-Buggy, superpower!" Doom-Buggy began glowing. He rammed the jeep from behind sending it
sailing into the horizon.
"Oops," Doom-Buggy said half-heartedly. "Guess I overdid it. Heh-heh-heh."
While Doom-Buggy was taking care of the competition, Skids was rapidly going across the
Australian desert.
{This is perfect,} he thought. {This is what I always dreamed! But... why don't I feel the
excitement I usually have when I race? I mean I'm doing what I always wanted. But... hold on,
I didn't come to Earth to race, but to help the Autobots defeat the Predacons. Although now it's
Unicron's forces. But come on, it's a race. Argh, what's wrong with me?}
Tai and Koji have been monitoring the race from Autobot Headquarters. On a side screen were
Skids' readouts.
"Tai, look at that screen." Koji pointed to a monitor where waves were spiking like crazy.
"Those are Skids' brain waves. If I'm reading this right, he's confused. His Autobot spark is
fighting with the spirit of the race car driver."
"So who will win?" Koji asked.
"That is up to Skids."
"We should contact Tow-Line," Koji suggested.
"Right." Tai's microphone slid down to the front of her mouth. "Tow-Line, come in..."
Skids' internal pondering gave Doom-Buggy the time he needed to catch up.
"Now it's just you and me, Autobot," Doom-Buggy said.
"What did you do to the other racers."
"Let's just say they've been disqualified."
"You fiend!"
"Oh please, can't you think of anything more creative." Doom-Buggy pulled ahead of Skids.
"Sandstorm!" Doom-Buggy kicked dirt up in Skids' face. Skids, in turn, went into a spin to blow
the sand away.
"All right, enough cruising around. Doom-Buggy, attack mode! Unilasers!" Doom-Buggy took out
his weapon and fired. Skids was caught off-guard and flipped over.
"Yes!" Doom-Buggy cried. "Now to the finish line. Doom-Buggy, assault mode. Superpower!"
Doom-Buggy powered up again and jetted off.
{Have to... win the... race,} Skids thought. {Have to... have to... have to stop...
Doom-Buggy... but race... No, I'm an Autobot! An Autobot! AN AUTOBOT!}
"Skids, transform!" Skids whipped out his blaster and fired straight at Doom-Buggy. His aim was
true and now it was Doom-Buggy who flipped over.
"Doom-Buggy assault mode! I can still make it to the finish line." Doom-Buggy broke into a
sprint and dashed for the finish line.
But up ahead was an obsticle he wasn't counting on. Optimus Prime in his battle mode standing
at the finish line. With him was Tow-Line and the other racers.
"There's the guy," one called.
"That's the one who tried to kill us," cried another.
"He tried to run me off the cliff!" The others chorused their complaints.
"These people say your reckless driving caused their vehicles to crash," Optimus told Doom-Buggy.
"Uh-oh," Doom-Buggy said meekly.
"I'd take that as a yes. Looks like you're disqualified, Doomie. The winner is Skids."
"Tow-Line, transform! Doom-Buggy, I'll give you to the count of ten to get out of here. One...
ten! Wrecker Gun!"
"Blizzard Storm!" Optimus also fired. The two blasts propelled Doom-Buggy into the ocean.
Seeing that he was outmatched, Doom-Buggy swam away.
"You guys are aware that there are more numbers between one and ten," Skids informed.
"And your point is?..." Tow-Line remarked. Skids chuckled.
Tow-Line and Skids were at Autobot Headquarters with Optimus, Tai, and Koji. Tai had just
finished up altering Skids' hard drive.
"Skids, I managed to purge your hard drive enough so that the spirit will only be there when
you're in vehicle mode. So just transform often and you should be able to control your
obsession," Tai reported.
"I am not obsessed!" Skids snapped. Showing the skeptic looks on the other face, he chuckled
and said, "well maybe a little."
"Once Tow-Line found out about your little deal, he contacted me," Optimus said. "We agreed
that I'd be there to bail you out should Doom-Buggy win. Luckily, he was disqualified and that
kept him from bringing you over to Unicron's side."
"Yeah, thanks Tow-Line. Sorry, I let my love for racing infect my hard drive."
"It's not your fault, Skids, nobody could know that you would be controlled by a race car
driver," Koji said.
"You're right, Koji, thanks. Hey Tow-Line, race you back to Sydney." Tow-Line moaned. But
Skids burst into laughter. "Got 'cha!"
"Why you..." Tow-Line chased Skids into the Space Bridge.
"They are such children," Koji mused.
Koji: Optimus figures that the only one who can tell us anything definite about Unicron is Sky-
Byte. So he sends Hyper Flight and Shuttle to look for him. Of course, Sky-Byte isn't just
going to hand out the information. But when he does, the info surprises all of us. The next
episode of Transformers: Robots In Disguise: "Secret/Sky-Byte's Return." So Get ready to roll
out.