Day Twenty-Five

Day Twenty-Four

Jazz: It's been mighty quiet around here since Leonard and KitH left.

Officer Walken: Almost peaceful.

Silver Surfer: Good for you.  Many beings have wished for peaceful ends.

Silver Surfer: I can rarely provide them.

Silver Surfer: Now for the others.

*Fump!*

Knuckles: What the!

Starscream: This was not my command!

Silver Surfer: I am not commanded by the likes of you.

*Fump!*

MacReady: How in the hell did I get here!?

Silver Surfer: All the players in this drama have been assembled.  Now, it ends.

Kid in the Helmet: Hey, Mr. Shiny Guy, this fish matches you.  I think you should have it.

Silver Surfer: No.  Get that away from me.

Silver Surfer: I mean it!  Get that away from me NOW!!

Kid in the Helmet: But you belong together.  Can't you see? 

Silver Surfer: GET THAT DAMNED THING AWAY FROM ME NOW!!!!

Kid in the Helmet: Whoa!  Fire!?

Silver Surfer: From hell's heart I stab at thee . . . .

Kid in the Helmet: Ouch!

Officer Walken: KitH, are you okay!?

Kid in the Helmet: Yeah, it's just that this fish is on fire.  It's kinda hot.

Leonard: It's over.

Thundercracker: So, we just lost.  Right, Skywarp?

*B-zap!*

Thundercraker: Skywarp?

Starscream: It's time to go, idiot.

Knuckles: Yeah, come on, idiot.  We gots to cheese it!

Chuckles: Bye, boss 'bot!

Bumblebee: So what are we going to do with you, Megatron?

Shockwave: You see that everyone else is getting away, right?

Starscream: *whistles casually*

Bumblebee: As soon as we get transport home, we're bringing you in to Cybertronian High Command.

Shockwave: The guy with one eye is the only one seeing the others sneak off.  Seriously!

MacReady: Hey, 'Bee!  Maybe the Calendar can help you out with your transportation problem.

Santa: Hey, everybody.  Sorry about the mess.  I was kind of busy this month.  You know, not wanting to help.

Santa: You boys have been quite naughty this year.  I know what to do with you.

Shockwave: We weren't the only ones.

Santa: Stuff it, or I WILL go krampus on your ass!

Santa: Okay, boys.  I'll take these two off your hands.  Sorry I made your lives miserable this month due to my unwillingness to intervene.

Bumblebee: That's okay!  No wait!

*Poopf!*

Bumblebee: Wow, Santa's kind of a jerk.

Bumblebee: I guess it really is over.  What are you going to do now, Leonard?

Leonard: Something I've been putting off for a long time.

Leonard: Merry Chistmas, buddy.

Day Twenty-Three

MacReady: What are you two doing here?

Kid in the Helmet: Getting you a proper trailer.

Leonard: Also, getting away from those useless 'bots.

MacReady: Well, I surely appreciate it.

Kid in the Helmet: I brought you your fish!

MacReady: Great.

MacReady: Looks like we're loaded up.  Thanks again.  You two get back to the Calendar where it's safe, hear?

Leonard: You know, KitH, I'd really rather wait here in the middle of nowhere facing certain, slow death than return to those idiot robots.

Kid in the Helmet: He forgot his fish!

Leonard: That's nice.

At the Calendar . . . .

*POKE!  Tear, tear, tear.*

Rover: Hrrrn?

Officer Walken: Would you look at this!  The presents are opening themselves now.

Rover: Rrrrruff!

Bumblebee: He's cute, but what is he trying to say?

Officer Walken: He's just a dog.  He doesn't know what he's-- Hey!  Where's he going?

Bumblebee: It's almost like he wants us to follow him.

Officer Walken: Yeah . . . almost.

Officer Walken: It's almost like he doesn't think it's safe here.

Bumblebee: Silly quadrupeds.

Near the Edge of Town . . . .

MacReady: Whoa!  I didn't see you there.

Silver Surfer: I didn't wish it.

MacReady: Normally a shiny, naked dude on a surf board in the middle of a field is the sort of thing that would throw me off.  This month has been a little different.  So I'll just ask you to move over so I can get to town and stop the end of the world using a bank safe, an axe, and my last tube of Chap Stick®.

Silver Surfer: Too late.

Day Twenty-Two

Jazz: Looks like we'd better start doing something.  The humans are showing us up this year.

Bumblebee: When this is over and we're back to our normal selves, remind me to crush a ladder.

Bumblebee: Where did MacReady go off to?

Leonard: He's actually trying to do something to save our asses unlike some robots and police officers I know.

Kid in the Helmet: Another snowmobile!  We could use this to help Mr. MacReady.

Leonard: Are you sure he needs our help, son?

Middle of Nowhere . . . .

MacReady: *sigh*

The Blue House . . . .

Starscream: Everything seems to be in order.  You slaves have truly outdone yourselves.  You may live . . . for now.

Pamela: There is just one more thing necessary for the completion of the dimensional gate.

Starscream: Yes?

Pamela: "The life of a warrior king."  It seems your plan has failed.  You lose, robot scum!

Starscream: I can admit when I'm defeated.  Since you were the one to point out my error you are the victor.  By our laws, you now lead the Decepticons, which means . . . .

*SSSSlice!*

David: uhh!

Starscream: Now!  Show me my weapon.!!

Silver Surfer: All that you know has come to an end.

Day Twenty-One

Pamela: We're,like, way behind.  There's no way we're gonna be done on time.

Skywarp: You will be destroyed!

Pamela: Right, because killing your workforce is going to get the job done.

Skywarp: I--I'll just . . . You wait here!

*B-zap!*

At the Calendar . . . .

Jazz: You know 'Bee, I've been thinking.  Maybe Prime was right.  The month's almost done and we haven't made any progress.

Bumblebee: No Jazz.  Prime made a mistake.  Rushing in to confront the Decepticons got a lot of 'Bots killed.  We need to figure this out before we make our move.

Leonard: It's easy for them to be philosophers about all this.  Their town hasn't been enslaved.  They're telling me I have to just WAIT!  I think I'd go crazy if I didn't have this calendar to keep up with.

Officer Walken: Thanks for getting today's gift.  Any ideas?

Leonard: One or two


Officer Walken: I meant about the present!


Leonard: Oh!  No.

Kid in the Helmet: A ski trailer!  What do we need that for?  We don't even have a snowmobile.

Officer Walken: MacReady does.  Looks like our gung-ho friend left a little early and made a lot more work for himself.

Bumblebee: But he had to go.  The Solstice is today.

Leonard: It's tomorrow actually.  Read a frickin' almanac!

Kid in the Helmet: That means MacReady's in town, facing down the bad guys on his own.  We've got to go help him!

In Town . . . .

Knuckles: . . . Then they made me their king.

Starscream: Ha ha ha!

*B-zap!*

Skywarp: Lord Stascream, I throw myself at your mercy.  The portal will not be ready until tomorrow.

Starscream: Wonderful, just in time for the Solstice; and yes, my good mood did just save your chassis.  The Solstice is tomorrow!

Shockwave: Am I the only one who reads an almanac!?!

Middle of Nowhere . . . .

MacReady: *gasp* I give up!  This safe is too damn heavy.