Triceradon:  Hey, guys!  I just put up another episode of Earth Watchdogs!

Storm Call: Watchdogs?  I don’t like dogs.  I like Cheese!

T3K: Yeah, well there’s this site that’s all about cheese.  www.ch-

Triceradon:  Hey!  Wait, I’m still advertising here.  Like I said, it’s at www.bwbm.net.  Go read it!

Clasic Cybertron: Great!  Another plug.  I can’t stand it anymore.  I’m going to the good room.

Chi Psi Upsilon:  The good room?

Clasic Cybertron: It’s where all us Moderator’s hang out.  We’ve got girls, champagne, and lots and lots of cheese!

Storm Call:  Cheese?!?  I want cheese!  I like!  CC, I like!

Clasic Cybertron: But like I said, it’s for moderator’s only.  Bye!  Enjoy the cold out here!  Bwa-ha-haha-ha!

Storm Call and T3K: This is terrible.

Chi (sighing): Great!  We’re stuck in this place of the ERB while all the hotshots get to hang out in the good room.  I bet they’ve got HTML and Java script machines to make beautiful webpages.

Kane: Webpages?  Anyone go to my webpage?

Triceradon:  Put a sock in it, Kane.  Don’t you get it?  We’re missing out!

Kane:  Wha?  I don’t get it.

Triceradon:  Why you unpungent swine!

Storm Call:  Hey guys, no name calling.

Tarantuals3000:  Really?  I thought we did that all the time.

T3K peers into the window of the good room.   “Hey!  DBX is there!”

Storm Call: Aha!  The nerve!  He DIDN’T go to Myrtle Beach after all.  He just hid in the good room.  Oh, I hope they throw the book at him!

T3K continues shaking his head.  “Man, they’ve got it good in there.  Looks like a hotel lounge.  They’ve got a giant cake and –oh my!”

Kane:  A what?!?  Let me have  a look see!”

T3K: Hey, no shoving!

Kane (jaw dropping): Oh my!  Uh, let’s not let Storm Call look. She’s too young and innocent to see such things.

Storm Call:  What are you talking about?  I’m 15! Let em see.  Oh my!  Oh my gosh!  How’d she get in?!?  She’s not a moderator!

Chi: One word, tow syllables: Grimlock.

Storm Call: That’s it.  I have had enough.  I’m leaving.

Chi:  But you can’t go!  We need you!

T3K: Let her leave.  She needs to blow off steam.

Triceradon walks up to the door at the end of the hallway.  “Can we get in?”

Grimlock peeked his head out.  “What?  Oh, the posters.  Lowly peasants.  Hey, you can come in here if you can do something to help the Transformer good.”

BLAM!

Triceradon (in Jar Jar voice): How wude!

Kane:  So what’re we gonna do?

Chi (rubbing shin):  I’m the craftiest of us all, so I say I should be the leader.

T3K: What?  I thought Kane was the…uh…never mind.

Chi: We’ll need Storm Call’s help.  Tric, go to Storm Call and tell her to find the largest calf she can find.

Kane:  Hey, I’ve got the largest calve here.  Look at the muscles here on my leg.  I’d say this IS the largest calf we have.

SMACK!

Chi:  Shattap Kane!  Now, T3K, Kane, go to this address and get the guy who’s sleeping and bring him to Storm Call.

T3K; What’ll you be doing?

Chi:  I’m the brains.  I don’t fight.

Later…

A guy rolls around, snoring.  “Wake up, mother of Nightscream!” T3K yells in the guy’s ear.

“Ahhhhhhh!  Who are you?  What are you doing here?  How’d you get in the house?”

“You’d think some guy like yo could keep the might of KANE OUT OF YOUR HOUSE?!?  TIME TO OPEN UP A CAN OF –“

“Save it,” T3K slapped him.  He slid the guy in the bag and carried him off.  “Time to go to the petting zoo.”

At the zoo…

“I don’t understand why Chi wanted us to get a large calf,” Storm Call muttered, trying to restrain the baby cow on a leash.  “This one’s been really aggressive lately.”

“Why?” Triceradon asked, leanign closer to her.

“Maybe it’s the way I look or soemthing.”

“Don’t say that.  You look great!  I think you’ve got great legs!”

“Thanks,” Storm Call blushed.  “I – hey, the guys are here!”

T3K and Kane bounded towards them excitedly.  “We nabbed the guy!”

Chi popped out of a bush: Boing!!!

Storm Call: Hey, that’s my line!

Chi:  Never mind.  Tie the dude up to this here fence.

T3K tied the guy up.  Kane suddenly burped: It’s Bob Skur!

Bob Skir: That’s skier!  Skeee-yerrrr!  Why can’t anyone get it right?  And what am I doing here in the middle of the night?  And why have you tied me up?

Storm Call shook her head.  “I never knew Bob was sooooo fat and bald.”

Bob Skir: Hey!

Chi suddenly pulled Bob’s belt off.  His pants fell.

“Ewwwwwwwwww!!!” Storm Call screamed, looking away.

Chi laughed.  “Well lookey here.  Bobby skur isn’t wearing any underpants.”

“Hey, pull them back up,” Bob Skir ordered.

“Nope,” Chi said.  “We’re here to punish you for destroying the transformers mythos.”

“How?”

T3K pointed to the cow.

Bob Skir laughed.  “You actually think I’m afraid of a baby cow?  Fools.”

“Not fools,” Triceradon snapped.  “Transfans!!!”

Chi: Well, Bobby-o, that cow there has been starving for a long time.  And the way I figure it, he’s dying to get a drink of milk.

Bob:  No!  You wouldn’t dare!

Chi:  This little cow needs it’s nurishent, and it looks like it found anotehr source.

“Ewwwwwwwww!!! Grosss!  Yuck!  Bleh!”

T3K: Someone help Storm Call!

Chi:  Bob Skur, I hereby sentence you to endless pain in a petting zoo for destroying the transformers mythos…punishment by hungry cow!

T3K released the cow.  It charged directly towards Bob Skir’s TOOOOOOOOOT!

Chi, wiping his hands.  “That’s that.”

“Helpppppppppp!!!!” Bob Skir screamed from the fence.

Kane stared, smiling.

T3K: Kane, let’s get out of here.

Kane: Hey, I paid good money to see this.

T3K, Triceradon, Chi, and Storm Call walked back towards the good room.  “Hey, guys!  We did it!  Let us in!”

Grimlock:  What?  Oh, sure you guys can come in.

“Yehey!!!!!!”

Clasic Cyb eyed them.  “What are they doing in here?”

Grimlock announced.  ‘They are the chosen ones!”

Everyone cheered.  “Give them their special treats!”

T3K, Triceradon, Chi, and Storm Call were stunned.  “Wow!”

T3K: I wonder what our special treats are?

Triceradon:  Chocolates?

Storm Call: Cheese?

Chi:  You’re all wrong!  Didn’t you watch Dude Where’s My Car?

Grimlock: Here!

Storm Call: A broom?

T3K: A mop?

Triceradon: An apron?

Chi:  WTF?????!!!!!????

Grimlock:  We’re glad you volunteered to clean up our mess.  Thanks.

THE END

Epilogue

Triceradon plops on the couch.  “I’m exhausted.  Sorry guys.”

Storm Call pointed to the TV: Hey!  FoxKids is doing a press release.

TV: And here, the creator of Beast Machines: Bob Skir!

T3K: Wait a minute!  That’s not the guy we harrassed last night!

Chi: Ohhhhhhhhhhhh ship.