FORE!
By: Stealiana
CHAPTER 4
Carlos scratches his head, squinting at the score card and counting on his fingers.
"Uh… okay… well… after the first nine, the Decepticons are four over par, at.. uh… 38. And the Autobots are two under at… 32." Carlos grins. "Time for the back nine!" Megatron cackles.
"This will be the most glorious day in the history of the Decepticons! I am already winning and I shall proceed to DISASSEMBLE YOU ALL!"
"Uh, dude, like, you're losing, wickedly, man." Carlos looks at Megatron, bewildered. "Are you stupid? Didn't you know it's who has the lower score?" Megatron glares at Carlos and picks him up by his shirt.
"Are you saying that I'm WRONG? Are you DISAGREEING WITH ME? WHEN I SAY I AM WINNING, I AM WINNING!" Red Alert whacks Megatron with a putter.
"PUT THE BOY DOWN! This is a gentleman's sport, and you will ACT LIKE ONE as long as we are OUT HERE!" Megatron cringes and gently puts Carlos down, muttering to himself. After a moment, he looks around, slightly disoriented.
"Starscream?" The three transformers and Carlos look around, the course eerily silent.
"Starscream?" Megatron repeats, his impatience growing. Carlos shrugs.
"Like, you guys can't just leave you know. I mean, seriously, that's like, forfeiting, dude. That bites." Megatron raises his hand to whack Carlos, but is tackled by Hot Shot.
"I WANNA PLAY AND I WANNA PLAY NOW!" He sits down and pouts. Megatron growls.
"STARSCREAM! I DEMAND THAT YOU SHOW YOURSELF IMMEDIATELY! When I get my hands on him I will rewrite his programming…" Megatron fumes, his fists clenching.
"STAR-"
"STOP SHOUTING! I'm right here, you bucket of bolts!" Megatron turns around, completely confused.
"How could you be over there when I have been here all along? You weren't there before, and if you weren't there before and I didn't see you go over to there and I've been standing here not moving an inch, it's impossible that you could be over there without me noticing and so you couldn't have been there all along if I've been here, so WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" Starscream stares at Megatron like he's lost his mind.
"Uh… yea. Whatever." Starscream sits down in the tee box, waiting for Red Alert and Megatron to shoot. Hot Shot, always the curious one, creeps over to where Starscream is sitting.
"Screeeeeech, 'you little jerk, I'll get you for that!' vroooom! Crash! 'oh no! someone help me!' 'I'll save you!' 'Oh, you're my HERO!' vrooooom!"
Hot Shot watches Starscream.
"Whatcha doin'?" Hot Shot asks.
"Shuddap," was Starscream's only reply.
"Can I play?"
"NO!"
"Why not?"
"I SAID SHUT UP!" Hot Shot starts to cry.
"HE WON'T LET ME PLAAAY!" Red Alert throws down his driver after shanking a shot, thanks to the disruption.
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, WHAT IS GOING ON!" He demands, storming to where the two were now fighting over something. "Megatron, you really need to teach Starscream some manners!"
"I need to teach HIM manners? I didn't drag a stupid Bot onto the course who's barely off the assembly line! Don't tell me I need to teach HIM manners when you've spoiled that moron ROTTEN!"
"I have done no such thing and I will not tolerate you speaking of Hot Shot that way!" Red Alert gets between the two robots and separates them.
"What in the world are you fighting over?" He picks up a tiny white vehicle, with no doors. "What is this thing?" Starscream snorts.
"You mean you've never saw GOLF CARTS before? Jeez, you must have had a rotten childhood. Explains a lot." Red Alert chooses to ignore the snide remark and instead gives it to Hot Shot.
"There, now you boys share or else we're going straight home! And no dessert!" As soon as Red Alert turns his back, Starscream pokes Hot Shot.
"Ow…!" Hot Shot rubs his shoulder and while he is distracted, the Decepticon snatches back his precious golf cart.
"HE-Y!" The Autobot tackles Starscream, and the golf cart falls to the ground. In the ensuing struggle, a crunch is heard and the two wrestling bots stare at each other.
"You BROKE IT! YOU LITTLE PUNK! I'm gonna disassemble you now!" Megatron suddenly tears Starscream away from the battle.
"It's your shot, you under-programmed hunk of metal. Now SHOOT." He slams a driver into Starscream's hand, who glares at Hot Shot before taking his stance at the tee.
"I'll get you for that…"
