Chapter 3: Bumblebee

Disclaimer: Me no own Twansfowmers and Sweet Little Bumblebee.

Legend: Thoughts, "Speech", Lyrics.

Did you see a crazy duck?

Have you ever seen a duck?

If you've never seen a duck, it should sound like this~

Si-sa-sa-si-sa-sa (3x)

Si-sa-si-sa WOO!

Sorry, being random again. Anyway, thanks to KeepingThemAtBay, RedStripe and darkpoisonivy for reviewing, and MahomieDirectioner1220 for favouriting me! :3 Yay! Bee's getting washed! Read on!

"Hmm…" I filled both of the buckets with the hose and tested the temperature of the water. It was warm. I smiled softly and bent down to pick up the sponges, pulling the plastic off of them and stuffing it in my pockets. Hearing a high pitched squeaking; I turned my head and saw a squirrel sitting on the roof of the Camaro. My smile turned into a full grin as I observed the cute little critter grooming itself. I breathed shallowly, afraid to scare it off. I jumped up when I felt something wet touch my feet. I looked down and saw that the second bucket was overflowing. Swearing quietly, I turned off the hose and looked back for the squirrel. Unsurprisingly, it had gone off.

I sighed in annoyance and forcefully got my mind back on track. What was I supposed to do? Oh, right. Wash the car. I poured some car soap into one of the buckets before taking a good look at the amount of mud on the car. I clucked my tongue and thought out loud. "Damn. Where did my uncle drag you off to in order to get you so filthy?"

Mud seeped into every single crack and seam, and there were a few blades of grass sprouting from the caked-on dirt. Turning on the hose, I rechecked the temperature, wanting to obey my uncle's orders thoroughly. I'm strange that way. Blasting off the mud caked on the wheels, I sang a little tune that popped up in my head. Normally, I didn't sing in public but since no one was around, I could have sung utterly ridiculous songs and no one would be any wiser. I sang a song about a sweet little bumblebee of a lover as I watched the silver slowly shine through.

By this time, all of the wheels of the car had been cleaned of most of the thicker layers of mud. I grinned and turned off the hose before setting to work on cleaning out the rest of the muck. I was still humming the tune as I gently coaxed the mud out of the crevices. Using my fingernails, I dug them in between the spaces of the passenger door and felt the engine vibrate. Straightening, I looked at the bonnet suspiciously before going back to what I was doing. I had learned from Dad, a well-known mechanic, that the trick to cleaning a car well was not to scrub too hard or too long with the sponge without rinsing it. If you didn't, the dirt it picked up before would scratch the paintwork.

Picking under the car for any leaves that had been caught in the piping, my fingers ghosted over a certain part of the tubing at the bottom and the engine purred and sank down on its axels. "Eep!" I yelped and landed on my butt on the grassy ground.

The car radio suddenly turned on and played a few lines from different stations, telling me not to stop.

"Holy Cheese Puffs of Cheesiness! The military actually uses possessed cars?" I shook my head and stood up, dusting myself off. Picking out any other junk from under the car, I was careful not to go over the same area again. Once I was done, I dumped the now brown and bubbly water on the ground and rinsed out the buckets.

"Hey, Hannah! Heads up!"

I turned…

And got clocked in the face by a plastic bottle. "Ouch! You know that I can't catch!"

"Yeah, sorry about that…" Uncle Will jogged up to me while rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

"Anyway, what's this for?" I opened the bottle and took a sniff. "Gosh, you want me to drink this? Okay, bottoms up!"

He snatched the bottle away from me and looked at me with narrowed eyes. "This is for the cars. Not for you, you greedy pig!"

I feigned hurt and stuck out my lower lip. "You hurt my feelings… I'm sad."

"Stuff it already! Anyway, pour two capfuls into a bucket of water and use on the car." He accentuated the last word in the sentence before going back into the house.

Rolling my eyes, I turned back and opened the bottle. I scrunched my nose at the stench and gagged. "What does Uncle Will put in this? I think all my nose hairs just burnt off." I heard the engine of the Camaro rumble quietly, as if it were laughing. Growling, I turned on the hose and directed the now ice-cold spray towards the car. The radio let out a high pitched girl's squeal and it backed up to get away from the spray. "Oh no, you don't! Get back here and fight like a man!" Normally, I would be freaked out, but I was too hyper to care.

I chased the fleeing yellow car to and fro, happily dousing it in freezing cold water. "Huh…?" The flow of water suddenly stopped. I looked around and heard the revving of an engine. I slowly turned around and saw the one of the wheels of the car on top of the hose, cutting off the water. I slowly turned off the hose and put it down. The car was positively snarling right now. "Three… two… one… FOR SPARTA!" I ran for my life. A loud squealing of wheels was heard as the Camaro went in pursuit of me.

"Tree tree tree tree tree tree!" I was urging myself to run to the tree that was ahead of me. I panicked when I heard the sound of wheels getting closer. "YAAAHHH!" I jumped up and grabbed the lowest branch, hoisting myself up to it and looking down. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that I had missed it by a hair's breath. The tree lit up as if someone was shining a flashlight into it. Looking down, I saw the car circling around the tree I was in. I was stuck.

"Someone? Anyone? Help me!" I waited and waited for someone to come and rescue me. As suddenly as it had pursued me, the car backed away and drove back to its original spot, tame as a kitten. I slid down the trunk and stalked up to it suspiciously. I poked it without getting a reaction back. Glaring at the vehicle, I prepared the mix and soaked the sponge with it.

Gently rubbing the sponge on the bonnet, I noticed the metal gaining a certain shine to it. Huh, this stuff is actually pretty decent. I have to remember to ask Uncle Will about what he uses in this. Lost in thought, I didn't notice the Camaro leaning into my touch as I slid the wet sponge over its body. It was only when it butted my hand gently that I noticed its reaction to my cleaning. I laughed at the way it reminded me of a goat and flicked one of its headlights, causing it to jump a little with shock. I giggled and said, "You're done. You can head back to your owner or whatever."

"I started to cry when you walked out that door. You go bye, bye, bye. I go why, why, why? I'm so lonely."

I laughed again at hearing my own voice coming from the speakers. "Off you go. Unlike you, I have a job to do." Looking one last time at the now shiny Camaro, I prepared the buckets for the next car.

Thanks for sticking with me! I know this isn't as good as the first two chappies, but I'm running dry! I require inspiration and suggestions on who to do next! Thanks to ForgotMyName2Day and ochibi9113 for reviewing!