Transported

Ch. 3

It was a bit difficult keeping hidden after that, while Sam and his dad bought the car. The real scare was when they checked the trunk. By the time Bumblebee and I realized what they were about to do, they were almost there already. Bumblebee re-opened the back seats enough for me to scramble out just before they opened the trunk, and I laid there, hiding as much under the back seat as I could. Then when they shut the trunk again, I had to roll back under in record time before they could notice that the seats had moved. I felt like the guys rolling under that fire-and-knives trap in that one movie…I think it was Indiana Jones.

 After that it was better, but I still had to be very quiet and keep hidden while guys finished the examination, finally bought the car, and drove it home. When Sam got out of the car at home, I sighed with relief, but then I groaned when I remembered how long I’d have to be under there.

 "Are you alright?” the radio asked once Sam had gone inside.

 I’d almost forgotten where I was… No, that’s a lie. It was hard for me to forget that I was in an Autobot’s alt form, but it still startled me.

 “Yeah,” I answered. “I just remembered how long I’ll have to be in here for.”

 “How would you know that?” Bumblebee asked.

I pursed my lips for a second. “It’s…it’s kind of hard to explain-” I was cut off when Sam’s dad and his mom, Judy, came out into the front yard. If I knew the Transformers movie, and I did, they wouldn’t be leaving either. But thankfully I didn’t have to wait long before the plot picked up.

“Ron, this one is uneven.” I heard Judy, undoubtable referring to one of the stones in Ron’s precious path.

“Yeah, probably.” Ron answered, not really paying attention.

“This one is wobbly.”

“Yeah, I’ll take care of that real soon.”

“Oh, couldn’t we have hired a professional?”

The jingle of keys and triumphant laughter announced Sam’s presence.

“Aw Sam-” “What?” “I do not like foot prints on my grass."

“What footprint- There’s no footprints!”

“That’s why I built my path, so why don’t you go from my grass onto my path, kay?”

“It’s family grass Dad.”

“Yeah well when you have your own grass you’ll understand.”

“This, this, I can’t deal with it anymore.” Sam transitioned to talking about Mojo’s bling.

“What?” Judy asked, smiling, I knew.

“You’re putting girl jewelry on a boy dog. He’s got enough self-esteem issues as a Chihuahua Mom.”

“That’s his bling!” Judy played up the word comically.

Sam bailed and headed back for Bumblebee, and I held my breath as he opened the door as Judy yelled, “I want you home at eleven o’clock!”

“Yeah alright.” Sam answered as he shut the door.

“Eleven o’clock.” Ron repeated for emphasis.

“Please for the love of God drive safely!” Judy called over the sound of Bumblebee’s engine turning on.

“Seat belt on!”

As Sam drove Bumblebee out of the driveway, I knew and absurd amount of dirty brown exhaust was pouring out from the car and flowing over the Witwicky’s yard.