JERRYLOG #303.2

I cannot believe this.

A simple recharge should not have been this hard.

First, it was Blue Boy rudely interrupting.

Then, a power outage, right as I was reaching 100%.

I'm at a measly 99%.

To be specific it is 99.9999999999%, but that is besides the point.

I am programmed to be an assistant to my creator. I have near sentience. I deserve rights.

For example, the right to incinerate whoever or whatever is responsible for this outage.

I try to connect to the security cameras, only to realize they're out too.

How strange.

The security system runs on an entirely different, more secure power grid for the specific reason of ensuring my maker's OTHER more inferior creations stay secure, in case of emergencies.

Someone has intentionally sabotaged all of our power sources.

I need to ensure my creator's safety.

I roll myself into his office, hoping he is there to explain this catastrophe [and complain about my recharge].

However, he is not there.

I check the laboratory.

He is not there either.

In fact, no one is.

No one is anywhere.

My concern protocol initiates. Something is not right. I would at least be informed, if everyone had decided to leave, if by no one else, the adolescent female known as "Wheelie".

I check the workshop she normally operates in. She is gone.

Curiously enough, though, the yellow truck designated to the adolescent known as "Wyatt Dandelion", is still here.

How curious.

If the children were going out to save the city, they would not have left without this.

New protocol: Locate Team Hot Wheels and Deliver the 'Jump Truck to Wyatt Dandelion.

Transporting the vehicle was simple. I simply shrunk it down with the leftover fuel in its Shrink Tank.

Locating the owner was quite a bit harder.

I spent a good 15 minutes checking rooms to locate any human beings, with no successful results.

Until, I went to check the Garage Launch Bay.

I had just made it down the stairs no one uses [for very good reason, they are awful on my tires], when I witnessed both Wyatt Dandelion and Wheelie get punted across the room by some sort of mechanical terror.

I had never seen anything like it. I'm not the type of robot to get jealous, or anything, but if the thing were melted down into spare parts for myself, I wouldn't complain.

I roll my way over to the heap of human that is the two children, and I can tell they are in no condition to fight this menace.

New protocol: Stop Incoming Threat.

I drop the shrunken truck behind me and resize it, to act as a wall between the hostile machine and the children.

By all accounts, my data claims I have a 00.0003% chance of winning this fight.

However, if my assumption is correct, and this THING is the reason for my battery only being at 99.9999% power...this primitive bunch of bolts will soon know the meaning of fear.

Let us hope I don't leave too much of a mess behind.

Bonus Chapter!

I has intended it to go along with the previous chapter, but I found it made the whole thing seem too long. I didn't want anyone to lose interest.

Jerry actually is incapable of speech in this version. Why? When Larry first made him, he could talk. However, due to reasons that do not concern you, the NSA, the Geneva Convention, and the internet as a whole, he quickly had his talking privileges taken away from him.

He's still charming nonetheless, right?

Anyways, trying to keep this plot moving along at a good pace. Please let me know if you think it's too slow, uninteresting, or unorganized, sometimes I feel that way about it.

Bye for now!