Day Twenty

Starscream: I have to say, I'm impressed.  I imagined you would be much more dumb-founded by this turn. 

Megatron: I've known you would someday make a serious attempt to depose me, Starscream.  I only wonder why you've chosen to do it now.

Starscream: The Solstice is a powerful thing.  Skywarp, have the fleshlings begin preparations for tomorrow night.

Skywarp: On it!

*B-Zap!*

At the Calendar . . . .

Bumblebee: You really think this is going to work?

MacReady: It's got to.

MacReady: Let's just pray the Calendar is still on our side.

Leonard: A snowmobile?  You're going to drag this safe all the way there?

MacReady: I'll do what I have to do.

MacReady: If this goes well, I'll see you all soon.  Take care of yourselves.

*VROOOOOM*

Bumblebee: That man was our last hope.

Leonard: No. There is another . . . .

Day Nineteen

Starscream: Give up now, Megaclod!

Megatron: Not likely.  You may be difficult to kill, but my troops still out number you.

Starscream: Ha ha ha!!  Seekers, to me!

Megatron: I assure you.  We have taken care of your misguided--

Chuckles: Hey, rust bucket!  I'm back!

Thundercracker: Hey, "boss" looks like that cell you stuffed me in wasn't as secure as you thought.

*B-ZAP!*

Skywarp: Turns out it's not me proof.  Ha ha!

Megatron: You win . . . for now.

At the Calendar . . . . 

Leonard: You be careful up there.  I'm not cleaning your brains off the floor.

MacReady: You're all heart, Leo.

 MacReady: We've got to come up with something.  We've been on the ropes too long.

MacReady: Let's see what there is to see.

Leonard: A safe with gold bars?  Great!  We'll be dead and rich.

Kid in the Helmet: What are we going to do with that!

Bumblebee: We're going to bait a trap, KitH.

Day Eighteen

Sentinel Prime: I'm going to need some help out here!

Megatron: Starscream, how did you--

Starscream: Can it, Megaboob!  My time has come.

Kid in the Helmet: I thought Mr. MacReady was handling the Calendar now.

Leonard: I can't keep this crap straight anymore.  MacReady's off getting ready for his . . . whatever.

Knuckles: Aw, yeah!  Let's do this!!

Chuckles: The big guy ready?

Knuckles: Ready or not . . .

Chuckles: Here we come!

Knuckles: This crowbar's like a frickin' Swiss army knife.  So many uses.

Chuckles: YEE-HAW!!

MacReady: Ah!  My head feels like it's full of . . . pain.

Leonard: You'll live.

Kid in the Helmet: Looks like we're out of options.

MacReady: Not yet, KitH.  Not yet.

Day Seventeen

Leonard:  So, how's all the analysis coming?  Do we know what we're dealing with?

Bumblebee: It's not that simple.  All we know for sure is that we were never dealing with Santa.  Scrap!  There might not even be a Santa!

Leonard: Like fun there's no Santa!

Officer Walken: Sir, we have to be open to all possibilities at this time.

Leonard: Don't you "sir" me, flatfoot!

Officer Walken: You are welcome to use the equipment and come up with your own analysis, Leonard.  Oh, that's right, you don't have a clue how to use it.  So just let me do my job and you go do--  Wait!  What is it you do do?*

Leonard: I find places to shove carrots.

Kid in the Helmet: We'd better hurry.  Mr. Leonard can't distract them too much longer.

MacReady: I wouldn't bet on that.

MacReady: Great!  The car's done.  I'll head out at first light.

Kid in the Helmet:  That's not much of a windshield.

MacReady: I'll swipe a mug of coffee before I go.

Chuckles: Nice wheels!  Nice of them to put 'em together for me.

The Blue House . . . .

Megatron: How did the surgery go, Shockwave?

Shockwave: Very well, considering.

Megatron: Considering?

Shockwave: I am a cyclops, my lord.

Outside . . . .

Starscream: Hey, Megadolt!  I'm baaaaaack.

Sentinel Prime: THIS is why I wanted time off for recuperation.


*Young Frankenstein, FTW!