Amity-Star: MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA GA!!! Guess what I have in my hand here
folks?
Torika_Blayde: Um . . .
Hot Shot: Ooooo!!! I know! I KNOW!!!
Amity-Star: Then tell me the answer Hot Shot.
Hot Shot: Um. . . . . . . . . . . . . . I forgot.
Optimus: The keyboard.
Amity-Star: NNNNOOOOOOO!!!! I have. . . Wait for it, wait for it. . . DUM DUUM DUUUM!!! Fanta Lime!!!
Hot Shot: I KNEW THAT!!!
Torika_Blayde: Now, anyway, while those three scrape their brains off the wall, I'll say the disclaimer. We do not own Transformers yet we own the plot. I own Ryan, Zack, Sam, Damon and Tori.
Amity-Star: I OWN *gulp* ERIN! DUSK! THORNE! AND TOGETHER WE MAKE. . .
A-S & T_B: THE TRAVELLING SKITZOS!!!!
(Circus theme song starts up, and A-S starts to dance while T_B juggles sugar cubes. (^_^))
~^*^~ Chapter 2: Magic Trick ~^*^~
The sun was setting in its usual blazing glory. The faint breezes whispered words of contentment to the few humans that decided to take a stroll out in the rugged cliff mountains.
That is where Torika Jane Mawson was warped to, landing quite unsatisfactorily on her aft. ((T_B: BOING!!!)) "Ow!! Why I'll get you!" she said shacking a fist at the moon that was faintly glowing in the still light sky.
~*~ Meanwhile, somewhere on the moon, in a certain Decepticon Base...~*~
"AH HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!" screamed two certain surfie boys as the whole moon was filled with their roaring laughter.
~*~ Back on Earth. . .~*~
Tori snuck stealthily into the base and was like a shadow to any passers- by. 'He, they'll never be able to catch me.' She thought to herself as she bumped into her least favourite people at that present moment in time. 'Dang, caught out.'
~*~ Sometime later ~*~
"Come on guys. It was only a, harmless little joke." Tori pleaded from her dangled position. She was tied and dangling over a bright pink batch of neon paint, the one that was really hard to wash off.
"Never!!!" Dusk yelled as she wore the weirdest get up. Today she was masquerading as an evil witch, which would happen to explain the broom in one hand and the leaver to the ancient pullie system in the other hands.
"Now, now. Don't have all the fun." Thorne said as he appeared next to his twin sister dressed as a priest.
"God, please, if you're really there. . . . GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!" Tori screamed out as a loud, metallic voice rumbled from the door of the large storage room.
"Dusk. Thorne. Have either of you seen Tori?" Optimus asked from behind the closed door.
Dusk and Thorne looked at one-another and nodded simply, the signature of instant death for Tori.
Tori knew that she was in danger of turning Barbie, so she opened her mouth and was ready to scream when Dusk pulled on the leaver and she was sent into the neon pink pain below her.
~*~ Somewhere else in the Base. . . ~*~
"Uh, guys?" Erin called out as she looked around the hall she stood in. It was a place she had never been in before and she knew that she was lost. "Guys? A little help here!"
~*~ In the Control Room. . . ~*~
Jet Fire shook his head. "What was he saying again?"
Sam looked up at him and shrugged her shoulders. "Dunno. Kinda fell asleep with my eyes open when he started saying the word 'irresponsible'."
Shadowlocks hadn't moved. Nor or less, she looked like a zombie. "Uh, Shadow? Yoo hoo! Anyone home?" Jet Fire asked as he knocked on her hollow head.
That's when they noticed it. Energon drool seeped down out of the corner of her mouth and onto a puddle at her feet. "Uh, huh!!!" Sam said pointing up to some weird glasses that she wore over her optics.
"Now why would she wear them while she's in the base?" Jet Fire asked as looked closer. Just as he suspected it. They were glasses that you put over your eyes to fool other people. They were the glasses with little eyes on them to show that you are wide awake, only in actual fact asleep.
This sparked an idea inside his tiny cranium that was his CPU. Taking a deep breath into his oxygen filters he held it for a bit and released it into his scream. "SHADOWLOCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ((Etcetera, so on. . .))"
~*~ Else where, ((Again)) in the Base of Freaks. . . ~*~
"What'cha doing?"
"Nothing. Leave me alone."
"What'cha doing?"
"Nothing."
"What'cha doing?"
Blurr growled at the little seven-inch demon that hovered above his shoulder. He was a nuisance, but Beragé wouldn't go anywhere without him. He was a tiny thing with his black fringe spiked up defying gravity, then the rest of his ridiculous hair was an icy-blue and ocean blue also done up on spikes. He had little devil like bat wings on his back and his little devil tail. He did have horns, but they were concealed in his very tall hair.
But his voice, my lord his voice was the worst of all, with its Cyclonus-on- a-permanent-high cackle, it was torture for the audios. Blurr thought as the little demon flitted about his head, determined to get an answer out of the mech.
"What'cha- OOF" Damon said as his little bat wings were caught in the mech's large fingers and he hung still, glaring at the mech that dare disrupt his disrupting.
"That's it! You say that one more time I will inflict some pain upon you myself." Blurr said as Damon just kept glaring.
"Ooo, Blurr's got a temper ((fake Irish accent))." Damon said as he paused and took a deep breath. "What'cha doing?"
Blurr let out an angry yell and brought the demon up to his face. "That's it!" he yelled as he managed to pull out a very glossy magazine from one of the demon's pockets and sneered from under his faceplate.
"NOOO!! NOT THE DEMON BOY!!! I'll get you! I'll get you and your little dog too!!!" Damon called out as he evaporated with a puff of smoke and left the smell of sulphur and brimstone in his wake.
"What? Where'd he go?" he asked but his question was soon answered when a little cackle ((think Cyclonus on an Energon high during battle)) came from the door. Walking calmly over to the door, Blurr peered out of the crack and saw Damon run down the hall, black soot on his feet.
~*~ In the Med Bay. . . ~*~
((This part is sung to the tune of the Hokey-Pokey. Come on! Ya'll should know that one?!))
"You put the pink wire in. You pull the blue wire out. You put the black wire in and you screw all about. You do the wire-okey and you turn about," turns around on the spot and clapping, "That's what it's all about!!!" Red Alert sang gaily as Tori walked freely into the room, trying with all her might to wash the pink paint out of her hair.
"Weird." She said as her master plan surfaced in her mind and she sniggered loudly.
Red Alert looked at the human female that stepped through the doors and glanced at her new paint job. "Okay? Females."
~*~ Else where in the Maze of the Base. . . ~*~
"HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
~^*^~
Amity-Star: And that concludes our second chapter. Have fun and-
Torika_Blayde: MORE TO COME!!! MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!
*Blessed Be!!!
Torika_Blayde: Um . . .
Hot Shot: Ooooo!!! I know! I KNOW!!!
Amity-Star: Then tell me the answer Hot Shot.
Hot Shot: Um. . . . . . . . . . . . . . I forgot.
Optimus: The keyboard.
Amity-Star: NNNNOOOOOOO!!!! I have. . . Wait for it, wait for it. . . DUM DUUM DUUUM!!! Fanta Lime!!!
Hot Shot: I KNEW THAT!!!
Torika_Blayde: Now, anyway, while those three scrape their brains off the wall, I'll say the disclaimer. We do not own Transformers yet we own the plot. I own Ryan, Zack, Sam, Damon and Tori.
Amity-Star: I OWN *gulp* ERIN! DUSK! THORNE! AND TOGETHER WE MAKE. . .
A-S & T_B: THE TRAVELLING SKITZOS!!!!
(Circus theme song starts up, and A-S starts to dance while T_B juggles sugar cubes. (^_^))
~^*^~ Chapter 2: Magic Trick ~^*^~
The sun was setting in its usual blazing glory. The faint breezes whispered words of contentment to the few humans that decided to take a stroll out in the rugged cliff mountains.
That is where Torika Jane Mawson was warped to, landing quite unsatisfactorily on her aft. ((T_B: BOING!!!)) "Ow!! Why I'll get you!" she said shacking a fist at the moon that was faintly glowing in the still light sky.
~*~ Meanwhile, somewhere on the moon, in a certain Decepticon Base...~*~
"AH HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!" screamed two certain surfie boys as the whole moon was filled with their roaring laughter.
~*~ Back on Earth. . .~*~
Tori snuck stealthily into the base and was like a shadow to any passers- by. 'He, they'll never be able to catch me.' She thought to herself as she bumped into her least favourite people at that present moment in time. 'Dang, caught out.'
~*~ Sometime later ~*~
"Come on guys. It was only a, harmless little joke." Tori pleaded from her dangled position. She was tied and dangling over a bright pink batch of neon paint, the one that was really hard to wash off.
"Never!!!" Dusk yelled as she wore the weirdest get up. Today she was masquerading as an evil witch, which would happen to explain the broom in one hand and the leaver to the ancient pullie system in the other hands.
"Now, now. Don't have all the fun." Thorne said as he appeared next to his twin sister dressed as a priest.
"God, please, if you're really there. . . . GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!" Tori screamed out as a loud, metallic voice rumbled from the door of the large storage room.
"Dusk. Thorne. Have either of you seen Tori?" Optimus asked from behind the closed door.
Dusk and Thorne looked at one-another and nodded simply, the signature of instant death for Tori.
Tori knew that she was in danger of turning Barbie, so she opened her mouth and was ready to scream when Dusk pulled on the leaver and she was sent into the neon pink pain below her.
~*~ Somewhere else in the Base. . . ~*~
"Uh, guys?" Erin called out as she looked around the hall she stood in. It was a place she had never been in before and she knew that she was lost. "Guys? A little help here!"
~*~ In the Control Room. . . ~*~
Jet Fire shook his head. "What was he saying again?"
Sam looked up at him and shrugged her shoulders. "Dunno. Kinda fell asleep with my eyes open when he started saying the word 'irresponsible'."
Shadowlocks hadn't moved. Nor or less, she looked like a zombie. "Uh, Shadow? Yoo hoo! Anyone home?" Jet Fire asked as he knocked on her hollow head.
That's when they noticed it. Energon drool seeped down out of the corner of her mouth and onto a puddle at her feet. "Uh, huh!!!" Sam said pointing up to some weird glasses that she wore over her optics.
"Now why would she wear them while she's in the base?" Jet Fire asked as looked closer. Just as he suspected it. They were glasses that you put over your eyes to fool other people. They were the glasses with little eyes on them to show that you are wide awake, only in actual fact asleep.
This sparked an idea inside his tiny cranium that was his CPU. Taking a deep breath into his oxygen filters he held it for a bit and released it into his scream. "SHADOWLOCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ((Etcetera, so on. . .))"
~*~ Else where, ((Again)) in the Base of Freaks. . . ~*~
"What'cha doing?"
"Nothing. Leave me alone."
"What'cha doing?"
"Nothing."
"What'cha doing?"
Blurr growled at the little seven-inch demon that hovered above his shoulder. He was a nuisance, but Beragé wouldn't go anywhere without him. He was a tiny thing with his black fringe spiked up defying gravity, then the rest of his ridiculous hair was an icy-blue and ocean blue also done up on spikes. He had little devil like bat wings on his back and his little devil tail. He did have horns, but they were concealed in his very tall hair.
But his voice, my lord his voice was the worst of all, with its Cyclonus-on- a-permanent-high cackle, it was torture for the audios. Blurr thought as the little demon flitted about his head, determined to get an answer out of the mech.
"What'cha- OOF" Damon said as his little bat wings were caught in the mech's large fingers and he hung still, glaring at the mech that dare disrupt his disrupting.
"That's it! You say that one more time I will inflict some pain upon you myself." Blurr said as Damon just kept glaring.
"Ooo, Blurr's got a temper ((fake Irish accent))." Damon said as he paused and took a deep breath. "What'cha doing?"
Blurr let out an angry yell and brought the demon up to his face. "That's it!" he yelled as he managed to pull out a very glossy magazine from one of the demon's pockets and sneered from under his faceplate.
"NOOO!! NOT THE DEMON BOY!!! I'll get you! I'll get you and your little dog too!!!" Damon called out as he evaporated with a puff of smoke and left the smell of sulphur and brimstone in his wake.
"What? Where'd he go?" he asked but his question was soon answered when a little cackle ((think Cyclonus on an Energon high during battle)) came from the door. Walking calmly over to the door, Blurr peered out of the crack and saw Damon run down the hall, black soot on his feet.
~*~ In the Med Bay. . . ~*~
((This part is sung to the tune of the Hokey-Pokey. Come on! Ya'll should know that one?!))
"You put the pink wire in. You pull the blue wire out. You put the black wire in and you screw all about. You do the wire-okey and you turn about," turns around on the spot and clapping, "That's what it's all about!!!" Red Alert sang gaily as Tori walked freely into the room, trying with all her might to wash the pink paint out of her hair.
"Weird." She said as her master plan surfaced in her mind and she sniggered loudly.
Red Alert looked at the human female that stepped through the doors and glanced at her new paint job. "Okay? Females."
~*~ Else where in the Maze of the Base. . . ~*~
"HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
~^*^~
Amity-Star: And that concludes our second chapter. Have fun and-
Torika_Blayde: MORE TO COME!!! MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!
*Blessed Be!!!