Enter the Autobots. (Decepticons? I don’t know how to tell. Cody will be so disappointed.)
“What new land have we here, FlyBaller?”
“Not sure, PremiumGrind, let’s find some locals.”
Needless to say, Mr. and Mrs. Little People were not for opening up their door to ginormous shape shifting robots with guns for arms. So the bots traveled over to Weebleville, hoping the local law enforcement could give them some information about this new pink princess world.
Sadly, Penguin Officer Weeble was so frightened by the newcomers he was speechless (and messed his Weeble Police car, but shhh. That’s between us).
Then from across the room came a sweet voice,
“Boys? Oh Boys?” it was Snow White, the village harlot.
Did I mention they made fast friends with the liquor cabinet too? It was a shameful sight when the village awoke to the three miscreants the next morning.
The townspeople had had ENOUGH. With pitchforks in hand they tossed out the surly newcomers.
The Autobots had no choice but to head out of town on the last Pooh train of the day.
Beaten, dejected, but satisfied. Snow White sure did know her way around shifters and ball bearings.
Are you DISGUSTED with me? It all started when I was trying to change one of the Transformers from car to robot and Cody told me “Transformers aren’t supposed to involve grunting, you’re doing it wrong.” Then he made me watch Transformers last night.
Talk about weird dreams.
If you have a little boy in your house posing as your husband or boyfriend, the Transformers movie was MADE for him. Same geeky deliciousness as the ’80′s cartoon, only updated with better graphics and lots of cleavage.