In the not too distant future...

In a warehouse somewhere in the city of LA, a group of teens stood.  The youngest of them waved for them to get closer.  "Where is he, Storm Call?" he said.

"Thomas, er, Lioconvoy, he's probably just facing off with the traffic. I'm used to the mess in D.C, but the traffic here is ridiculous."

Lioconvoy nodded.  "Yeah, Clasic Cyb should be here soon.  It's his town anyway."

Another one of them walked out from the shadows.  "Man, it sure is nippy here in the Buena Park district.  And I thought this was a park?  How come we're in a warehouse?  And isn't California supposed to be full of babes and beaches?"

"Shut up, TS," Storm Call groaned.  "I mean, you already talk away on the board.  Why can't you just shut up here?"

"Hmph," TS grunted.  "I don't see why I had to be troubled to fly all the way over here."

"What are you talking about?  I had to fly from Canada!" Grimlock, leaning against a crate, moaned.  "This stinks."

"I'll tell you why you troubled to fly all the way here," a figure said from the doorway.  Three other guys stood behind him, silohuetted in the beams of a car.  "We're here to erase that Beast Machine's curse from Transfromer existance and bring the TFs back to their glory."

"CC?" Storm Call said, squinting.  She couldn't tell who it was.  She wished she knew.  Especially in a large messed up city as this.

"Yes, girl," the 17 year old said, entering the light of the warehouse.  "It is I, Clasic Cybertron."

"Hmmm," Lioconvoy muttered, "I should've recognized you in that afro."

Grimlock pointed to those that stood by the car.  "Who are those, Cyb?!!!  You told me we were going to stay strictly confidential."

"I just picked up a few pals from the LAX," Clasic Cybertron said, ushering the 3 others in.  "Super Galvatron, AC, and CHRISBOT."

CHRISBOT nodded.  "Yessa, mesa backa.  Mesa tink Beast Machines zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzucks!"

Slap!

"Can it, CHRISBOT," Super Galvatron snapped.  "Here's the plan."

Lioconvoy, Storm Call, Grimlock, TS, Super Galvatron, Clasic Cybertron, CHRISBOT, and AC gathered around.  Super Galvatron unrolled a map.

"Okay," he said, pointing to a section of the map.  "We're here in Buena park.  You guys are all going to travel, along Beach blvd, then hop on the freeway and had for HASBRO's main office here."

"Um."

"Yes, TS?"

"Yeah, uh, ain't it a little odd that you said us guys?  You're not coming with us SG?"

"Can't," SG shook his head.  "I don't want to get caught.  Do you know how long I coudl be in prison if we're caught?  And even worse, I'm almost doen with college.  That's some way to throw away a life."

"I guess your'e right," Storm Call nodded.  "Hey!  What if we're caught?"

"You're under 18, you'll just go to Juvie."

AC snickered.  "Cool.  I always wondered what Juvie looked like."

"Can we get back to the topic?" Clasic Cybertron said, running his fingers through his afro in frustration.

"It'll be simple," SG said.  "I'm the brains in the deal, okay?  So, the 7 of you will head on over to Hasbro's main office.  CHRISBOT, you being 20, you shoudl also avoid getting caught.  I'm putting you in charge of handling the get away car.  CHRISBOT?  Dude?"

"Wha?"

"Never mind," Super Galvatron said, shaking his head.  "Then the 6 of you guys break into HASBRO.  Get TS to the main computer and he'll hack his way in.  Then he'll erase all the data of BM from the datatracks.  Also, try to sell all shares Foxkids has on Transformers to us.  K?"

"No problem."

"Lastly," SG said, "I want the remaining 5 of you to do what you have to do to buy TS time."

"Sure," Storm Call nodded.

"WHy not?" Lioconvoy shrugged.

"Then let's do it." SG said, slamming hsi hand hard on the table. "Meetings ajurned.  Everyone, take action.  If you get caught, we'll just meet up on the board."

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"You guys take care," CHRISBOT said, dropping them off.  "Just call mesa on mah beepa and mesa be here in a flash, K?"

"Whatever," Lioconvoy mutters, still staring at the huge building in front of them.  "It's like Metroplex."

"So, now what?" Storm Call says, still trying to balance a bag on her shoulder.  Man it was heavy.  "Hmmm?"

Grimlock scratched his head.  "Let's try the most practical way.  The front door."

He walked up to the main doors of Hasbro under the arch way made up of cement '$'.  Grimlock pulled out a crowbar from hsi backpack.  "Okay, everyone duck.  I was a great baseball player in my day!"

"Wait!" TS screamed, grabbing Grimlock's arm.  "Don't you know what the first thing you're supposed to do when breaking into a huge corporate headquarters front doors?"

"What?"

"Check if it's open, duh!" TS laughs as he pulls the door handle.  He gasped, "It's open!"

"I don't believe it!" Clasic Cybertron blurted.

"No, just messing with you guys," TS laughs.  "You should've seen the look on your faces!"

"Funny," Storm Call said with a stone face.  "A bundle of laughs.  Now open the door, Grimlock."

CRASH!

"There!" Grimlock said, picking up the pieces of glass from the door. "Weird.  No alarm system?"

"You'd think with all that extra cash to make Action Man toys..." AC twittered as they walked in.  "Oooo!  Look at all the toys!"

"AC?" Grimlock croaked.  "What are you talking about?"

AC skipped over to a huge toy display of HASBRO toys.  Her face was all aglow as she ripped open some packages.  "Ooooo!  I don't have this Digimon one yet!  Ay!  And a Power House Batman!  Yeeeee!  Oh wow!"

The five of them watched in shock as AC rolled around in the toys, playing with them like an 8-year-old girl.  "Cute," Clasic Cybertron muttered.  "Wonder I ever brought her.  Let's leave her and go."

"Wait!" Grimlock snapped.  "We can't just leave her here, she coudl get caught!"

"Caught, how?  There's no friggin' alarm system!" Clasic Cybertron shot back.  He gave Grimlock a slap on the back.  "Now let's get moving."

The five of them kept on moving through the halls.  Where was that mainframe?  Where?!

"Woof."

TS turned around to shout at Grimlock but stopped.

"What, TS?"

"Who let the dogs out?"

"Funny, but I -"

"Woof-woof-woof!" A giant dog roared from behind them.

"Gag!" TS screamed almost falling over.  "Storm Call!  Help!"

"Don't worry!  I brought these just in case," Storm Call said, tearing open her bag.  Suddenly, a small pack of ferrets leaped out angrily.  Their teeth nashing and fur standing high in the air.  Viciously, they charged on the dog!

*wimper*

"I think I'm gonna vomit," Lioconvoy uttered, swaying back and forth. The horrid scene was too much for him.

DING!

"The elevator!" Clasic Cybertron ordered, draggin all of them in.

DING!

"HASBRO projects, this is it.  Floor 47."

The platoon crawled out of the elevator onto the metal floor.  Lioconvoy read the doors as they passed by.  "Copy Room, room 997, Coffee room, room 998, Main frame room, room 666.  Here we are!  Found it!  Room - eeep!  Room 666?  Why'd they flip the numbers over?"

"Does it matter?" TS said as he went for the door.  "Hey!  It's open!"

Grimlock pushed him aside.  "Enough with the jokes.  I'll break this down.  Ung!  Hey!  It IS open."

"Grimmy," Storm Call started, "why are you always the one breaking down the doors?"

"Cause I'm buff."

Clasic Cybertron flicked on the lights.  "There's the mainframe computer.  TS, hack i and work your stuff."

"No problem!" TS cackled maniacly as he slid into the console.  "Boom, baby!"

Lioconvoy leaned against the wall.  "Now we wait, right?"

"Yep," Storm Call whispered.  "We're already half-way through and - what's that sound?"

"It's someone knocking on the door!" Clasic Cybertron hissed.

Grimlock lifted up his crowbar.  "Open it.  I'm ready."

Lioconvoy quickly tore the door open.

"Hey guys!" it was AC.  "Look what I got!  Samurai X toys!"

"Tha'ts nice," Grimlock muttered.  "Woa!  Did you say Samurai X?  Those aren't out on the market yet, are they?!"

"Nope," AC said sweetly.  "And I've got them all before everyone in my neighborhood.  Oh, I had so much fun!  I never had so many toys to play with!"

"Can you guys be quiet back there," TS shouted.  "Hacking into a mainframe is serious busieness.  I'm not Rattrap, you know?"

Lioconvoy grabbed AC's shoulder.   "Shhhhh.  There's someone coming down the hallway.  Two people in fact."

Grimlock's face froze. "Um, uh, what are we to do?"

"See you all in juvie," Clasic Cybertron groaned.  "Game's up."

The two figures stopped in the doorway.  "So there you guys are."

"Huh?" Storm Call said.  They were two teenagers in shorts and t-shirts.  "Who are you?"

"You'd think we'd let you have all the fun?" one of them said.  "We flew on over here as soon as we heard."

"Just who are you?" Storm Call repeated.

"Ahem," the older coughed.  "I'm DBX and this is Tarantuals3000.  We met at the airport."

"Great!" Clasic Cybertron sobbed.  "Too many people = a mess!  A mess=juvie!"

"Hey guys!" TS wailed.  "Rampage's fanfic was true!  They are making a Farm Wars out of the Transformers!  Sick!"

"This is terrible!"

"Here's how Optimus would look."

"I think Beast Machines looked better."

*Click*

"What happened?" Storm Call asked.  The lights had shut off. IN fact, the power had and they were engulfed in blackness.

"I'm scared," AC whimpered, still clutching her toys.

"Shhhhhh@#$!" Grimlock hissed between his teeth.  "We've been caught."

TS leaped off the computer and slammed the door shut.  "You're not taking us alive!" he screamed.

Tarantulas3000 sighed.  "What'd I get myself into?  I could've been home watching Digimon or something."

BANG!

The door shuddered.  Someone had hit the door.  "They're trying to break in!" DBX said.

"No way," Grimlock said matter of factly.  "This door is made out of solid steel they can't - "

BANG!

A bullet just exploded through the door.

Grimlock's face turned pale.  "Uh, hide."

The group of teenagers all ducked under stuff in the room.

The door blew open.  "Rrrrrrrrrr," the cop said.  "Alright you kiddies. I got you al on camera.  And thanks to that silent alarm…"

"So that's why we didn't hear it," Clasic Cybertron said, snapping his fingers.

The cop flicked the lightswitch on.  "All of you.  Put your hands up. You have the right to remain silent.  You have the right to - "

DOGUG

"What the toot was dat?" the cop exclaimed.  He walked over to the broom closet.  Aiming his gun, he ripped the door open.

"Eeeeep!" AC screamed, quickly yanking her arm off of Grimlock.

The cop slammed the door shut again.  "That was weird."

He opened it up.  "Alright you two kids.  Stop the smooching and let's take it to the prison, shall we?"

Grimlock carried AC with him.  "You'd think we'd be allowed to squeeze in one kiss after not ever seeing each other…"

Shortly, Lioconvoy, TS, Storm Call, AC, Grimlock, Clasic Cybertron, Tarantulas3000, and DBX got shoved into the backseat of the police car. The cop smirked, "It's off to juvie for all of you.  Except for course you, the one they call DBX, you look like you hit your 18 recently."

DBX sighed.

The cop laughed heartily to himself as he charged the car up.  He drove down I5, heading for the main LA police precinct.  "This is your first time being caught, isn't it? Heh-he-heh."

The policeman suddenly screeched the car to a halt.  "What duh?"

He tore the door open and look at something fluttering on the side of the Interstate.  "Oh my!  It's a $50 bill!"

He reached down and picked it up.  "Hmmmm.  Oh well," he said, stuffing it into his pocket.

Storm Call shoved Clasic Cybertron a few inches.  "Mind giving me a little space?  I am a girl you know!"

"Hey!" AC shot back.  "I'm a girl too!"

"And what are we?  Chopped liver?" TS groaned.  "We need space too.  But if you haven't noticed -"

"There isn't any!" DBX finished.  "I just flew all the way from my hometown, got messed up through customs, and now am in a police car, all in one day!!!"

"Hush!" Grimlock snorted.  "The cop's busy doing something.  Can anyone see what?"

"Oh my gosh!  A $20 bill!  And another!"

"The cop's picking up money from the gutter of the interstate," Tarantulas3000 said, "typical."

A dark figure in a raincoat came up near the car.  "Uggggg," it growled.

"Uhhhh, guys?" TS croaked, tapping Clasic Cybertron's shoulder.  "Mr. Unbreakable is staring at us from the window…"

"Got to stay calm," Tarantuals3000 whispered, "He's just some psycho. He'll leave once the cop comes back."

"If he ever does," Storm Call mumbled, "He's still picking up $20 bills and such on the road."

"He's looking at me!" AC shrieked.  "Make him go away, Grimmy!"

Grimlock shrugged his shoulders.  "I can't.  The cop took my crowbar."

Suddenly, the dark figure jumped in the driver's seat.  Rain dripped off the side of his raincoat.

AC cringed.  They were being kidnapped!

"Who are you?  What did we ever do to you?" Storm Call shouted.

"You didn't do zip to me," he growled.  "I just have one thing to say to you….rrrrrrr….Yousa had better pay me-sa back for all that cash.  I can't just give up my pay check to free you guys every time you know?"

"CHRISBOT!" DBX said happily.  "You're here to save us!"

"No problem.  SG was getting worried.  And don't worry about the cop guy, he's still got about a hundred dollars worth of cash to pick up.  Oooo!  Donuts!"

"Just drive!" Clasic Cybertron ordered.  "We've got to get back to the warehouse quick."

CHRISBOT sped through the freeway.  "Hey, look what's here on the guy's passenger's seat. It's a point 45!  Hey look, I'm Shaft!"

"Put that down!" Clasic Cyb screamed.  "Watch the road, man!"

Storm Call rolled her eyes.  "Hey, where's Lioconvoy?"

"Under you," he mumbled.  "Hey, just shift your butt a little, huh?  My head's getting smooshed."

"What's that sound?" Storm Call said.

"My head getting squashed."

"No, it's like s siren."

CHRISBOT look in his rearview mirror.  "Egad!  The coppers!"

Grimlock screamed, "I can't go to jail.  I'm a Canadian!"

"Don't worry," CHRISBOT said proudly, "I'm an expert car driver.  Just hang tight."

"Hey look!" AC said, jumping up and down, "A helicopter!"

"Oh no," Clasic Cybertron muttered.  "They're filming us!"

"Oh cool!" AC squealed.  "You think we'll end up on World's Scariest Police Chases?"

"Geee, I hope not," CHRISBOT said, driving onto a bridge.  "Hey look, there's the south bound freeway below us.  Hang on!"

He expertly manuevered the car so it faced the side of the bridge. "Hold on to something!"

VROOOOM!

CRASH!

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"  The teens screamed as they flew over the bridge.

DENT!

The car slammed the freeway below it hard.  "Hey!  We're okay!"

A whole pile of rubble slammed onto the car.

"We're still okay!"

"Shattap and let me drive!" CHRISBOT ordered as he drove down the freeway.  "I think we lost the cops."

"We didn't," Storm Call said, pointing to one lone police motorcycle chasing them.

"We can't escape him.  We're too heavy.  We gotta getisan some wight or we'll never make it back to the warehouse."

"DBX, that's you," Tarantulas3000 said.

"Wait," Storm Call said, her eyes lighting up.  "I still got one animal I took from the petting zoo.  Let me throw it over.  It might gain us some elbow room and loose us some weight!"

………………

"What in the world???" The cop hollered, slamming into a huge meat cow!

BAM!

…………….

"Did you guys see his face?  It looked like he wet himself!"

"Um, Storm Call, why'd you bring that cow anyway?"

"Cheese!" She said smiling widely.

Soon, the car parked at the warehouse.  "We made it!"

Super Galvatron gave them all a hug.  "Great work guys!  Mission accomplished?"

"Sort of," TS said.  "I only managed to load a virus into their system."

"Great!  What's it do?"

"Oh, um, it deleted all the BM files of course, but uh, I added a little thing my hacker buddies taught me."

"Which is?" Super Galvatron pried.

"You see, the virus hooks up to the net, then it goes to Amazon.com, Ebay, Sears, and the like.  Then it begins making orders and…"

The next day at HASBRO Headquarters…

"A 50 gallon baby bottle?  An $80,000 Pokemon card?  12 sets of Firestone truck tires?  A Bob Dole mask? Who ordered these?!!!"

"I don't' know, boss, but the deliveryman said that you ordered them. Or at least your department did.  Oh, and some weird animals are running amock in our toy department: 1st floor."

The CEO picked tore open another man sized box.  "Eeeep! A Cheese Elvis Statue!  What kind of sick joke is this?!!!"

"Sir, the 1000 orders of Mexican Jumping Beans just arrived."

"ARGH!!!!!!!"