Beast Wars Go On TV!

by Odeena Sabnach


Director: Quiet! Quiet on the set! I said quiet!!! SHUT UP!!!! There... that's better. Now, as you all know, we are here to film a commercial for the McDonald's fast food chain...

Rhinox: *in low voice, to Optimus* I still don't understand why we're doing this.

Optimus: We need to raise some money for all that silly stuff you guys bought lately.

Rattrap: Well I don't think I have to remind ya dat 't was ol' Chopperface who bought 'bout five hundred pounds of steak...

Dinobot: Silence, mouse! As I must state the fact that Rattrap had sent a command for fifty pepperoni pizzas yesterday.

*Everybody looks at Rattrap*

Rattrap: *innocent* What? I didn't eat'em all by myself like Dinobutt here... *desperate* And... and... Cheetor bought a new stereo! *for himself* to drive me insane with all dat silly dance music...

Cheetor: *quickly* Black Arachnia bought an entire shopping mall!

Black Arachnia: It's a lie! I only bought a few little shops inside the mall.

*the Maximals start arguing about who spent the most*

Director: QUIET!! *trying to be calm* Can we begin now?

Optimus: Yeah, sorry 'bout that... *in low voice, to the others* BEHAVE! *loud* C'mon, let's get this show on the road!

*A few clicks later...*

Director: Okay, take one, action!

*The set shows a fully equipped laboratory. Rhinox is sitting in front of a computer console, Rattrap is holding a couple of test tubes and Black Arachnia is working at a small device*

Rattrap: *sigh* There! Just a few more adjustments, and my new super-speed formula will be complete! *thinks for a moment* Super-speed formula? Dat's stupid! Whose stinkin' idea was dat?!

Director: Cut! What the hell do you think you're doing?

Rattrap: *crosses his arms* I ain't gonna say dat and dat's final!

Dinobot: You better cooperate, mouse!

Rattrap: Oh yeah? Well you can just kiss my sweet pink...

Dinobot: Silence, vermin!

Rattrap: Dino-butt!

Dinobot: DIE!!!

*Dinobot starts chasing Rattrap around the studio, shooting at him with his eye-beams*

Optimus: Hey stop it!

*Somehow, Optimus and the others manage to restrain Dinobot*

Optimus: One more scene like that and you're in big trouble! Got that? *to director* Please excuse them, they're...

Director: Whatever, can we go on now?

Everyone: Okay!

Rattrap: But... but... I don't want no stinkin' super-speed formula! Let's make it... say... some kind of zero-friction fluid! New and improved!

Optimus: *rolls eyes* Whatever.

Director: Take two, action!

Rattrap: *like before* There! Just a few more adjustments and my new zero-friction fluid will be complete!

Rhinox: I'm done upgrading Sentinel's targeting systems...

Black Arachnia: And my signature-jamming device is ready! That comes to prove, one more time, how smart I am compared to...

Director: Cut! That's not in the script.

Black Arachnia: So I was improvising a little bit, big deal.

Rattrap: *to Rhinox* Dat was da worst improvisation I've ever heard...

Silverbolt: Sir, you insult my lady's honour, prepare to die!

*Silverbolt shoots one of his missiles at Rattrap, bit misses and hits Rhinox instead. Rhinox pulls out his machine guns and shoots Silverbolt, who has to be put in a CR chamber*

*Later, after Silverbolt is fixed*

Director: *exasperated* Let's try this again, but try not to shoot anybody this time, OK?

Everyone: OK!

Rattrap: *same game* There! Just a few more... *accidentally pours a drop of red liquid into a test tube full of green goo*

*KABOOM!*

*It starts raining tiny Rattrap bits everywhere!*

Rhinox: No! Rattrap! *to director* You! You'll pay for this!

*Rhinox starts shooting at Director. Optimus tries to protect Director and shoots Rhinox, who goes into stasis lock*

Optimus: Good. Now let's get them into a CR tank, shall we?

*Later on...*

Rattrap: *again* There! Just a few more adjustments, and my new zero-friction fluid will be complete!

Rhinox: I'm done upgrading Sentinel's targeting systems...

Black Arachnia: *after taking a quick glance at the prompter* And I finished my signature-jamming device.

Rattrap: Man... all dis workin' stuff has made me hungry. Watcha say we go out and have some lunch?

Black Arachnia: Good idea, let's go!

Cheetor: *barges in, having a desperate look on his face* Guys! Bad news! They shut down our diner!

Rhinox: Oh, no!

Black Arachnia: What are we supposed to eat now?

Rattrap: We're all gonna DIE!

Rhinox: Wait! Perhaps there's still hope...

*Some corny music starts playing*

Cheesy voice: Feeling hungry? We're here for you!

*The others enter the set, wearing Big Mac and Happy Meal outfits*

Everyone: Eat at McDonald's!

*Corny ending music*

Director: Cut! That was absolutely superb! I'm gonna be famous!

Optimus: *hopeful* So then we're getting paid?

Director: Um... let me think. NO! You are the worst mob of losers I have ever seen! You've wrecked my studio and killed half of my crew! You should be happy I'm not suing you! Now GET OUT! OUT!! OUT!!!

Optimus: Okay, okay, we're leavin'...

Rattrap: Just a minute, I must go to... ahem, to da bathroom...

*A few cycles later, outside the studio, the maximals are desperately trying to fit into Tigatron's truck*

Rattrap: *takes something out of his pocket* Hey, lookie at what I found! A detonator... *pushes the big, red button* Oops...

*Studio blows up, then Director's head lands on the windshield*

Director's head: I HATE YOU ALL!!!

Rattrap: Can it, will ya? *shoots Director's head* So whereto, fearless leader?

Optimus: *takes out a paper with some red-circled announces* Hmm, it seems they need some models for the latest beachwear collection...

Cheetor: Beachwear? We're there!

*The image fades out and the ending screen comes up. This is it, folks, I hope you enjoyed the...*

Megatron: No fair, I want a line too! WAAAAAA!!! *starts crying*

*Transmutate hands Megs a piece of paper*

Megatron: *reading* Let's see now... The end?! Uh man... this sucks.