"Don't touch the donuts," said Gloria to Mac who was sitting next to her.

"Why? I'm starving," said Mac about to grab one.

"I've heard the criminals eat them to make it look like they're innocent when they're not!" said Gloria.

"You've been watching too much Law And Order haven't you?" asked Mac inclining his head to her.

"Whatever, just don't say a word. We've got to stick together!" said Gloria.

They then shut up as the agents came in. One holding a file and the other just looking mean. Even though they were both girls neither one was saying anything and looked very intimidating. Once one of the agents dropped the folder on the table Gloria freaked out.

"IT'S HIM!!" she squealed as she pointed her finger at Mac. "HE DID IT!! He forced me to do his biding. I had done nothing wrong until he just waltzes in!!"

"Gloria you little—!" started Mac.

"SHUT UP MAC!!" shouted Gloria. "I don't want to hear it this time! I'm not going to jail 'cause of you! I'm the innocent one here. I'm still a virgin you know."

Mac just rolled his eyes and slammed his head on the table wishing this they'd just throw him in prison already.

Samantha's parents went out that day. So she was left home with the pregnant Mona. It was still morning when she woke up that Saturday. She sighed and got out of bed hoping that it was just a nightmare she had.

It probably was so she didn't bother looking out her window to see her punch bug. She went down stairs and fed Mona, afterwards to go get a glass of milk. She heard something though, outside. She looked out of the window and saw her car come back on it's own.

She dropped her glass and gasped. She didn't know what to do, but she surely wasn't staying where her car could get her. So she called Miley and told her she's coming over. Of course Miley was ever confused, but dealt with it.

Samantha remembered that her bike was still gone so she had no other choice but to day her dad's fourwheeler. She jumped on it and started it up. She drove off hoping her car wasn't following her . . . but it was.

"GO AWAY!!" squealed Samantha wanting to be left alone.

It soon became a chase. Samantha couldn't go to Miley's with her car knowing where she was. She had to lose it and lose it FAST! She had ended up going into town. Sure she got a lot of stares, but she didn't care she wanted to get away.

She had noticed her car was obeying the road laws, which was odd, but hey she still wanted to get away from it. She drove by a skate park where she hadn't noticed the bump in the sidewalk and so flipped the thing right up knocking her off it. She fell and groaned aching all over later noticing all the guys staring at her.

"Samantha?" asked Michael coming up on his skate board with his other buddies near.

"Hey Michael," she groaned getting up and flipping the four-wheeler back over.

"That was AWESOME!!" he said with a smile at the wipeout. "But I've had worse myself."

"That's nice," she moaned hoping back on her back hurting like crazy. "I gott go, getting chased by my car."

At that she drove off all eyes following her. Michael stood there for a moment in thought. He then said out loud—

"I knew that car was possessed!"

He then took out his skate board and rode off after her hoping he could catch her before her car did.

"See ya guys later," he said to his park buddies.

But as he skated across the street he almost got ran over by a funky looking police car. He fell off his skate board and just starred at it. He watched as it drove off. Seemingly towards Samantha's possessed car.

Samantha of the other hand was sweating bullets as she saw her car was close on her heels, or bumper whatever. She kept glancing over her shoulder fearing it would just get up and walk towards her. Soon Samantha drove under a bridge and lost it. She looked around and just smiled. She HAD lost it.

She then noticed a police car that was black and dark blue. It was unlike any police car's she's seen, but it was the cops nonetheless. She drove up to it begging for the officer.

"Officer!" she cried. "Officer help I—"

But the car had all the sudden stopped and Samantha hit the rear flying over top it and falling on the hood soon rolling off. After a couple of seconds Samantha groaned and got up. She looked at the not-so-attractive officer inside and just pleaded with her to help.

"Officer thank God!" she sighed. "I've been chased her on my dad's four-wheeler by my possessed car. You've got to help me! So if you can just get out and—"

But soon the car started up and caused Samantha to fall backwards on her back just trying to scoot away than be ran over. What was going on today?! She was having the worst day of her life.

"AH! WHAT IS YOUR PROB—AH!! STOP!!" she screeched trying to get it to stop.

Soon the headlights came out and looked like it started scanning her for something. Samantha's eyes got so big she didn't know what to say. She then cried out for all this to stop by saying—

"Okay what do you wahunt?!"

At that the headlights returned and Samantha thought this was all over. She sighed a little bit, but soon gasped seeing the car—TRANSFORMER! It changed into this robot looking person. It was very feminine by the looks of it. It had the hourglass shape and she only assumed it was a girl robot.

She had just enough time to notice it had high heels on, and breasts! Yep this was definitely a girl just like her car. They were all out to get her!! She screamed like nothing on earth and got up and ran as fast as she could—which was technically not that fast.

"OH SHI-, OH SHI-!!" cried Samantha not even caring if she let her mouth run.

Soon she found herself flying in the air. The thing had just whacked her right across the back. Samantha landed on a car and looked right at the monster. She gasped as she chest heaved up and down racing.

"This isn't happening, this isn't happening!" she cried.

Soon the robot placed her large hands on either side of the car and cried out in a womanly metallic voice—

"ARE YOU ONEHOTMAMMA 217?!"

"I—I—I" was all Samantha could say.

"ANSWER GLITCH!!" spat Barracuda.

"Ugh! I beg your pardon!" said Samantha not liking what she just called her.

"WHERE ARE YOUR FRAGGIN' GLASSES!!" she roared.

"AHHH!!" cried Samantha as she, surprisingly, took off on top of the car and lept away.

Barracuda soon flipped it and just ran after her. This time Samantha was fast. She ran so fast she didn't care where her legs took her as long as they took her away from that monster. As she ran she soon noticed Michael skating right after her.

She stopped and waved at him till he came right by her.

"NO!" she cried. "Don't go that way!!"

"Why?" asked Michael as he skated right past her.

Samantha soon bit her lip and closed her eyes as she heard Michael run right into Barracuda. All she could hear was his screaming and once she looked to peek she saw his skateboard come flying past her half intact. She then saw Michael run past her with all his might, his clothes looking almost like rags from getting torn up by that creature.

"RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!" cried Michael as he ran past her.

Samantha did just that. She ran right after Michael, but slammed right into him seeing he had just stopped. She gasped seeing her small punch bug driving right up to them. Their eyes followed it as it swerved and ran right into Barracuda making her fall down. It then drove up to them and opened the doors to them.

"Get in!!" cried Samantha jumping in.

"ARE YOU INSANE!!" gasped Michael. "That car's possessed too!!"

It soon slammed the door on his abdomen hitting something precious. He gasped out trying to catch his breath as he bent over a bit.

"Alright," he said in a unusual high voice. "I'm going."

Once he got in the bug sped off. They looked in the back to see the monster change back into the police car and start up her sirens. Great! Now they'd certainly attract attention. But her car was quite good with tight turns.

It hugged the curves like a pro almost losing the police car. The chase lasted a very long time. Till night pretty much, but it was no use the police car always found them and so Samantha's car opened its door and threw the two out them landing on one another.

"What now?" asked Samantha getting up.

They then gasped seeing it too TRANSFORM! It was also very girly looking. It had high heels and breasts just like the other one, but Samantha also noticed the two metal pig tales coming out of her head like horns. She readied as the other car transformed and flew at her with her leg out ending with a kick in the face. Beebee fell to the ground and Barracuda just laughed saying—

"Take that-GLITCH!!"

Beebee wasn't going to be pushed over this time. She got up and starred at her harshly. It wasn't long before Barracuda noticed something—out of the ordinary. Her shoulders dropped as she pointed her sharp finger at Beebee's chest saying—

"Did you . . . Did you stuff yourself? Oh my Primus you Autoglitches are pathetic!!"

Beebee just grumbled in her throat and then wiped her metal nose and situated her breasts before she lunged at the Deceptifragger and wrestled with her just biting and pulling metallic hair. Samantha and Michael were too busy watching them to notice a smaller Deceptifragger come up behind Samantha.

"AH!! OH MY GOD!!" cried Michael seeing the ugly thing.

Samantha cried out as she tried to run away from it, but she caught her by the legs, her sharp nails digging through Samantha's skin. Michael just took off running to whoknowswhere leaving Samantha to defend herself. Yea, some man. Samantha struggled to get free from Frenza, but nothing was working.

She soon turned and kicked her right off her and got up and ran. She could feel the creature only inches away from her neck. She kept dunking just in case she was about to be decaptiated. She soon ran into a fence and had to deal with the dang thing herself.

Michael, though, had not left her altogether. He ran into a building and looked for something, ANYTHING to fight back with. He went to look at the tool and read which ones they were trying to find the best one against the aliens.

"Chainsaw, Sledgehammer, TNT," he read going from one box to the next.

Soon he found the ideal one. He came over to a table and picked up a candle lighter. He flicked it on to see it still had flame. He shook his head and said—

"That'll work."

He then took off towards Samantha where she was wrestling with the thing. Samantha saw him and prayed he could fend it off. Michael then took out the candle lighter and flicked on the flame poking it at Frenza who tilted her head at him.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" cried Samantha coming next to him as Frenza readied to jump her again.

"Maybe they're afraid of fire like the Martians from mars!!" said Michael looking at her.

"I don't think their from mars Michael!" shouted Samantha.

Frenza then screeched at them and just as soon as the two screamed as well Michael held up his finger signaling 'wait'. He then searched his pockets and found his hairspray. He then shot it out with the fire creating a flamethrower at Frenza. Frenza cried out in pain as she melted away to where only her head existed.

"Ha, you see, I'm a genious," said Michael twirling the candle lighter, but had unknowingly caught his own trousers on fire.

"MICHAEL!!" cried Samantha seeing it light on fire.

"AH!!" cried Michael taking them off and stomping on them, but it was too late . . . they were nothing but rags now. "Great." sighed Michael bowing his head . . . he was in boxers now.

Samantha soon noticed the fighting had stopped and saw Beebee coming out victoriously. She stood up to them and they just starred at her. Samantha soon felt that she didn't mean then any harm, I mean she did protect them after all. She soon transformed back into her vehicle mode and opened her door to them.

"I think she wants us to get in," said Samantha.

"And go where?" asked Michael.

"Fifty years from now when you look back on this don't you want to say you had the guts to get in the car?" asked Samantha.

" . . . No," said Michael shaking his head. "I've had enough for one day. I'm out of here," he said walking off.

"Uh! Michael!!' called Samantha seeing how ridiculous he was being now.

It wasn't long before Beebee drove off and 'took care' of the problem at hand.