Later on that night, I don't remember walking in the house. Sam probably carried me to bed. Getting out of bed, I grabbed my Tinkerbell pajama pants and a white tank top, and headed for the bathroom. While in the bathroom, I was in the middle of washing my hands, we I heared a car engine starting. Thinking nothing of it, I continued what I was doing. It was probably a neighbor leaving or something. "Oh God!Nononononono Thats my car!"shouted Sam. Running out of the bathroom, I spotted Sam running downstairs. "Sam what's going on?" I asked following him. "Someone is stealing our car!" he said in a panick. Shit we just got that car. Running outside we grabbed our bikes that were beside the house, as Sam shouted,"Dad call the cops!". Jumping on our bikes, we raced after the car. "Sam did you see who was in the car?" I asked. "No, but I'm finna call the police." he replied. While he called the cops, I was trying to see who was in the car. Curse those tinted windows. We followed the car to an old train dump ( I guess that's what it is ). Running pass the train, we hid behind an old truck. Sam was mumbling about something, as I fixed my gaze in the distance. Right before my very eyes stood a robot. To stunned to say anything right now, I reached for Sam's face."What?" he asked turning his head in the direction of the robot. He breathe out an "Oh my god.". While Sam was freaking out, I was still in awe, it was the most beautiful and awesome thing to see. Our car just transformed into a robot now how awesome is that. Then it flashed a light into the sky with the same symbol that was on the steering wheel. "Wow." I said with amazement. "My name is Samuel Witwicky and I'm here with my sister Melissa Witwicky. Whoever finds this, our car is alive, okay." he said recording the robot. "You saw that right? Since these are my last words on Earth. I just wanted to say, mom, dad I love you." Such a dramaqueen. "If you find Busty Beauties under my bed, it wasnt mine. I'm holding it for Miles." Ewww gross, to much info for me. "Okay thats not true. It's mines and Uncle Charles gave it to me. I'm sorry, Mojo I love you." he said and closed his phone. "Really Sam? Really? Busty Beauties?" I asked with disgust. "Imma a guy, what do you expect."he replied. "So thats what you do in your room jack off to pictures?""Hey! I do not.""Whatever, Imma get a closer look at our robot." I said walking away. "Wait, come back." He quietly shouted, ignoring him, I peeked around a corner. Damnit two watch dogs, a Rottweiler and a German Sherpherd, not the friendliest dogs. "What's wrong?" asked Sam a little to loudly. Placing my finger to my lips to hush him, I pointed around the corner. I could hear them growling, then barking as Sam peeked, well stepped out from behind the wall. Then the dogs started chasing us, "Good job Sam." I said running for my life. We heared the chains break, which caused Sam to grab my wrist to make us run faster. Mostly he was dragging me. Running into an old buliding, we jumped onto an old desk, holding each other close as possible. The dogs started barking and jumping trying to get us. One of them grabbed Sam's pants leg, "SAM!" I screamed. The Rottweiler tried to pull Sam off the desk. Doing so Sam was screaming so high pitched, he almost burst my eardrum. Thinking quickly, I bashed my foot on the dogs face. It let go, but it was even more pissed now. As the dog was about to attack again. We heared an loud engine coming our way. Our car or robot, whatever it is chased the dogs away. Sam wrapped an arm around my waist, as the robot circled us. "Please, please don't kill us. We're sorry. Take the keys, I don't want them!" he said throwing 'our' keys at the car. "Sam! What are you doing?" I shouted at him. "No time, lets go." he said grabbing my wrist and dragging me behind him. While running a police car showed up. " Listen, listen, listen. Good you're here." said Sam. " Let me see your hands." said the cops getting out of the car. "Nonono, It's not us." Sam tried to explaining. I raised my hands, I wasn't finna get shot today. "Let me see your hands." they repeated. "The guy's inside." Sam tried again. "Shut up! Walk towards the car." they said. We did what we were told, "Put your head on the hood." one cop said. I rested my head on the hood, not beliving this was happening. Where's that damn robot when you need it. Putting handcuffs on our wrist after searching us. Well more like searching Sam and feeling on me. We got in the back seat of the car. The drive was silent, how could we say something. First our car was suppose to be 'stolen'. Then turns into a robot. Then getting chased by bloodthirsty dogs. Now we're in the back seat of a cop car handcuffed. Just great, what a wonderful night we're having. Pulling up to the Police Station, the cops snatched us out of the car and put us in a cell. "I can't believe this is happening." I said sitting on a bench that was in the cell. "Neither can I it's like cops don't believe a word you say anymore." said Sam sitting next to me. "Yeah, so what are you going to tell them?" I asked laying my head on his lap." The truth, there is nothing else I can do." he said running his fingers through my hair. "Yeah, but who's gonna beileve that a car just stood up. If I didn't see it for myself I would think you're carzy." I said looking up at him. He chuckled," Well It's worth a shot." "Ok Sam whatever you say...Hows the leg?" I asked. "Hm?" " Your leg, how does it feel?" I repeated. "Oh, the dog didn't get my leg just my pants leg." he said. "Oh...okay." I said half asleep, "Get some sleep sis." said Sam. " You...too..Sam." with that I was out like a light. The next morning, I jumped up at the sound of the cell door opening. "Alright kids, your dad came to bail you out." stated the cop. Sam and I stood up, but the cop held up a hand. " But first, we want to hear your little story son since you called us lastnight." he said. Sam and I gave each other a worried look. Following the cop into a room, we saw our dad and another cop. "Dad!" we said running up to him and giving him a hug. "Excuse me, I hate to ruining this little family love ya'll got going on, but we need this one to sit down." the cop said grabbing Sam's shoulders and roughly sitting him in a chair. The jerk. "Alright son tell us what happened." So Sam told them the story, when he got to the part about our car standing up. The two cops gave each other looks. Great I told Sam they would think he's a loon.