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TURBO BOOSTED! "Stunticons!" Megatron called out over the communications channel. Motormaster and the others ground to a halt to listen. "Whaddaya want, Megatron?" Motormaster growled. "I need you to do a job for me. There is a black Pontiac Trans Am hanging around the Autobots. I need you to capture it and bring it to me. UNDAMAGED. Do you understand?" "Awww undamaged? Where's the fun in that?" Motormaster groaned. "Let me put this in terms you can understand. If that car is NOT in one piece when you bring it to me, you will find yourselves in exactly the same condition when I'm through with you!" Megatron snapped. "Alright, alright,"

KNIGHT TRACKS "You want me to do what?" Tracks asked incredulously. "You heard me man, I want to move out of town and I need your help," Raoul told him, "I heard it's where all the action is. Maybe I can get a part in a movie or something." "A part in a movie? Where exactly are you moving to?" "Los Angeles." "Oh well, then, what are we waiting for?" Tracks exclaimed, "Why didn't you say so in the first place? Perhaps some Hollywood bigwig will discover me and I'll be even more famous than before." * Tracks was stuffed to the roof with Raoul's things--surprising, since he didn't think that kid owned that much stuff--and the uneventful t

    The robot danced on the street corner, singing a jolly tune for a crowd of two. The small girl and her mother had stopped in front of the automaton at the request of the former. The mother tossed a coin in the robot’s direction and it snatched it out of the air, slotting it into the rectangular hole in the side of its top hat without breaking the flow of its dance. The money wasn’t for it, of course. It was for the tall, gaunt man that visited the robot each evening and oiled its joints, replaced the music discs with new songs, and emptied the coin bank within the automaton’s head. The robot was oblivious of this relatio