Beast Wars Anonymous:

Beast Wars Sports, pt. 1
by Ruth Starreling (jmokeefe@avint.net)

To begin, Rabbiterra had only been in the Beast Wars for a short amount of time but she was enthusiastic about the whole experience, just as if she had been in it as long as any of the other Maximals.

"HEY! WHAT'S GOING ON HERE? I THOUGHT THIS WAS ABOUT SPORTS!"

"Hey, who are you and what are doing in my story?!?!"

"Well, to start, Miss Narrator, I'm your main character and I'm also asking the question a lot of readers are wondering when they first started reading your story!"

"My main character! Who are you?"

"I'm Rabbiterra!"

"Impossible!"

"Oh! Think so!"

"Why are you interrupting my story?!?!"

"I'd like to inform you that your story is too dull, so I'm taking over!"

"You can't do that!"

"Oh! Think so!"

"But I wrote it!

"And I'm going to tell it!"

"You wascaly wabbit!"

"Listen girl, I'd love to chit-chat here with you all day-- NOT! But I'm sure the readers would just like us to get on with it!!"

"Fine, have it your way, you tell the story, SEE IF I CARE!"

"Okay, ON WITH THE STORY!!!!"

Okay people, here's the scope! My name's Rabbiterra, and as you can guess my beast form happens to be a rabbit. I was a stasis pod creation and I came during Season 1. Fortunately the Maximals managed to get to the pod first, so I became a Maximal (YES!). Anyway, I got a taste of what the Preds were like after my first battle, and I gotta tell ya I'm glad I'm a Maximal, compared to the way Megatron treats his bunch.

After a while I got used to the way things were around the base-- Optimus's speeches, Cheetor's immatureness, Airazor and Tigatron's almost obvious relationship, Dinobot and Rattrap's fighting and Rhinox constantly telling them to knock it off. As for what's going now and for the story, this is it. Rhinox was in his usual place inside the base, at the computer, when he picked up some Pred energy signatures not far from the base. Worst of all, one of their transmissions was coming in.

"Oh no!" he sighed. "Optimus!"

Optimus comes in like the world's gonna end. "What is it, Rhinox?"

"Pred energy signatures are coming up and a Pred transmission is coming in."

"Let's hear what they have to say," Optimus said.

At that moment I walked in.

Static came over one of the speakers and the familiar voice of a certain T-Rex came out.

"Optimus Primal, I want to have a meeting with you at co-ordinates 6,3,4. I mean to take the Beast Wars to a whole new level. I shall be expecting you within the hour; if you are absent,however, I shall be forced to attack your base!"

The transmission shut off.

"So what else is new?" I said.

Optimus made his way to the elevator.

"Where are you going?" Rhinox asked.

"To co-ordinates 6,3,4." Optimus answered.

"Are you nuts?!?!" I said.

"I have to find out what this is all about," Optimus told me.

"Yeah, and you can ask Megs to chop off your head in the process," Rhinox said.

"At least let me come with you," I asked.

"Of course not, it's too dangerous!" Optimus stated.

I tell ya, sometimes he treats me like a child. Cheetor relates.

"I'll scream," I implied.

"You wouldn't!"

"Oh, think so!" I smiled, took a huge breath and plugged me ears.

Just as I was about to let out a sickening shriek, Optimus caved. "Okay you can come, anything, just don't scream. And just in case, tell the others to report back to base while were gone," Optimus told Rhinox. Optimus and I went down the elevator and left.

When we reached the so called "meeting place," we found that not only was Megs alone, but he was in beast mode as well. Anyway, he greeted us with open arms, er, paws, or, uh, whatever.

"So glad you could make it, Optimus," Megatron cooed.

Optimus, of course, wasn't buyin' all this sweet talk. "What do you want, Megatron?"

"Only to challenge you to a competition," he answered.

At that moment I noticed several figures moving in the bushes behind us-- two streaks of yellow eyes, two pairs of red eyes, and one pair of green eyes. The other figure was hard to pick out in the darkness of the woods.

"Psst, Optimus!" I whispered, tugging on his shoulder.

"Not now, Rabbiterra, I'm trying to talk to someone."

"Optimus, you have to see this, NOW!" I said, pointing to the trees.

Optimus turned around to see just what I had seen. Predacons in the woods.

"What are they doing here?" Optimus questioned.

"Only for protection," Megs assured. The Preds came out of hiding. Among them stood Tarantulas, Scorponok, Waspinator, Terrorsaur, Inferno, and Blackarachnia. Oh yeah, she's the one I couldn't see too well in the woods.

"For our protection or yours?" I yelled at him.

This was the first time Megatron realized that someone else was there other than Optimus. (I have to admit I'm not very tall, I'm just a little shorter than Rattrap.)

He looked down. I was transformed but Optimus and Megatron were still beast mode. "What is she doing here?" he sneered.

Hee, hee, hee! I guess he was still a little mad about that time I shot him in the foot. He had been hopping up and down, which left him clear open for a shot from everyone else.

Before Optimus could say a word, I spoke up. "Yeah, so what if I'm here, YOU GOTTA PROBLEM WITH IT!?!" Honestly I'm not afraid of Megs, I mean who is!

"Absolutely not. Why would I concern myself with such a incompetent, worthless, little rodent such as you?" he yelled.

"And why should I worry about a big, fat, ugly, self-centered saurian such as you!" I yelled back.

"Hear, hear!" Terrorsaur cheered. Scorponok and Inferno gave him a cold stare. Terrorsaur made a sheepish grin.

"Silence!" Megs stamped his foot enough to make the ground shake. He transformed. "Do you know what the bounty is for your beast form? TWO CENTS!" He held up two fingers up to my face. "TWO CENTS, that's all your worth; why, the only reason you are a Maximal is because we didn't want you! You're useless!"

As you can guess by now, folks, my circuits are straining and my mech fluid is starting to boil. In others words, I'm ticked. I guess that's why Optimus had to hold me back to keep me from smacking his purple face off. "No Rabbiterra, he's not worth it," Optimus sighed.

Finally I asked, "What's involved in this competition?"

"Simply this-- we play three rounds of sports. If we win, we get your base," the jerk replied.

"What if we win?" Optimus asked.

"Why, you get whatever you want," he answered.

Optimus and I said we had to talk about it, we both turned around.

"I don't like this," Optimus said. "We could lose."

"No problem, Optimus," I reassured him. "I got it covered, I guarantee ya, we're not gonna lose."

We both faced Megatron. I stepped forward, looked him in the eye, and with a stern but calm face I said, "You're on!"

"And just to make things interesting, I challenge you to a wrestling match, Rabbiterra," Megs said.

"Okay," I said. Then we left. On the way back I couldn't help but think: Was he serious?

Megatron is towers taller than me! How was I suppose to beat him over the safety of my own base! Especially after I told Optimus we would win. Oh man! How am I get myself outta this one?

Back at base, everyone had different opinions and questions about our little sports day.

Dinobot, of course, was negative about the whole situation. "This is ridiculous, Megatron is only making us vulnerable for attack."

Cheetor, on the other hand, was upbeat about it. "Yeah, we gotta kick some Pred butt!"

However, Cheetor wasn't so enthusiastic when he found out that Megs had challenged me to a match. "You, why you?" he asked.

"I don't know," I responded. "Everything about me he finds offensive you think it'd be a waste of his time."

Rhinox, Rattrap, Airazor, and Tigatron just thought it was suspicious. The whole tournament, that is.

Anyway, the date was set in three weeks' time, and as everyone was talking about the occasion I decided to slip out momentarily. If Megs thinks he can insult me and get away with it he's wrong, very wrong.

As I approached the Predacon base, transformed, I saw some of them out practicing sports some distance away, not close enough to see me walk in or anything. The only one left in front guarding the entrance was Inferno. Perfect! I thought. I decided to sneak up from behind. When I was just inches away from him, I stuck my foot out and gave him a hard kick in the leg (he was also transformed).

Inferno whirled around just in time to see me beast mode take off, and just as I was out of sight, scream, "RABBITERRA WAS HERE!!!!!"

Inferno was left puzzled and screaming like he always does, but if you think I was finished there by just doin' that, you're in for a little surprise. I arrived there the same time next day, and found Inferno on patrol again only this time he was pacing back and forth. This didn't bother me much, I wasn't going to pick on him today, well, not directly. I crept to another side of the base. Luckily no one seemed to detect me.

"Hmm, must be still practicing," I said. I pulled out a bottle spray paint from behind my back, shook it up and started spraying red paint all over that side of the base. I sprayed the same message I had said the day before. Rabbiterra was here. I sprayed in all different colors and after a while I got creative in my spelling. I came out with things like Rabbiterra wuz ere, Rabbiterra wuz hair, but my favorite was Rabbiterra wuz hare. Hare! Get it! Cute huh?

Soon enough I climbed to the top of the base and started spraying the top and all around. The thing started to look like the rainbow. All was printed with the same message, regardless of spelling.

When I thought Megs would notice something different about the appearance of the base, I decided I was finished. Besides, I was running out of paint. Inside the base, Inferno went inside to talk to Megatron about my visit yesterday. "She kicked me in the leg, Royalty," Inferno said. "Should I go after her?"

"No, she is just a pitiful little rabbit. What harm could she do?" Megatron answered.

That was, of course, before he went outside.

Meanwhile at a safe distance, I was counting the seconds down.

"5...4...3...2..1."

I plugged my ears.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Megatron screamed in horror, anger, and surprise as he saw the new look of the base.

I smiled peacefully. "And that's not all folks! I plan to take this out on all the Predacons."

Over the next couple of days, while all the other Maximals thought I was out practicing, I was really out playing jokes and pranks on the Predacons. During the night I stole all the platforms, so that put Terrorsaur, Waspinator, and Inferno on full time carrying the others over the base.

I bugged Megs's room so that whenever he walked in, Barney music came blasting over the speakers. Especially the "I love you" song. Not just Megatron, I played jokes on all the Preds. I sprayed Raid everywhere in Inferno's room. I filled Waspinator's room with piles of white substance and sprayed a sweet smell all over his room so he wouldn't suspect. Nope! It isn't sugar. Too bad when Waspinator saw it he plunged head first. He wasn't so excited when he found out it was not sugar, but salt. Yep, you heard me, S-A-L-T. Waspinator screamed in fearful agony and ran down the hallway.

Terrorsaur was easy. I stuck hundreds of pictures of Megs all over his room. It took him hours to peel them all off.

For the arachnids, well, that wasn't too hard. As for Scorponok, I took all his old, broken inventions and stuck them everywhere, he was buried in junk when he tried to open up his closet.

For Tarantulas, I put one of his own webs on the floor, in his lair, and practically everywhere. Everywhere he stepped he got caught in something. Blackarachnia was a laugh. While she was out, I completely covered her room in pink wallpaper, a pink comforter on her bed, pink carpet, and dolls and stuffed animals everywhere. Her quarters looked like the average setting for a 3-year-old's girls bedroom.

Blackarachnia was screaming for hours.

Best of all, each and everyone of the Predacons had a note left. They said my now three favorite words. Oh yeah, they were really eager to see me again, but later on I promised the pranks would stop after the tournament. The Predacons spent the next three weeks in hell.

Megatron and his gang were helpless to do anything about my little antics. Since I hadn't shot anyone or set any bombs, the unpractical (because they didn't know what to expect) jokes went on.

Until............

One day I got careless and planted an atommy cushion on Megs's chair. What's a atommy cushion, you ask? Well, you know how a whoopee cushion works: you sit on it and you make a big sound. An atommy cushion works the same way only you make a bigger sound with exploding consequences. Megatron sat on it all right and knew nstantly who put it there. He told Optimus.

This counted as a breach of the cease-fire. The tournament went on, of course, and I still could participate. Only I wasn't allowed to go to the Pred base until it was over.

"Shafted!" I said, back at base. Optimus wasn't too pleased of my show of humor towards the Predacons. I also got a lecture from Dinobot about how war isn't just a game.

"You think all of this is just for fun!" he commented. "It's a wonder Megatron hasn't sent his forces to attack the base!

Now, all my fulfillment for the day was gone. Optimus, one way or another, had to keep me busy and out of trouble. So I had to go outside and practice for the tournament.

"Dinobot and Cheetor are out playing hockey," Optimus suggested. "Why don't you go play too?"

I left the base, stick in arm. When I got there, I saw them both playing on the ice transformed with branches and vines woven together as a net.

I approached. "Hi guys, can I play?" I said sweetly. I was also transformed.

"Sure," Cheetor said, passing me the puck.

"Okay, better try and stop me before I get to the net," I said.

"That won't be too difficult," Dinobot said under his breath.

I started up the ice; Cheetor tried to whisk it away but I turned around and escaped his reach.

Now I was on the breakaway with Cheetor close behind, but as I turned my head to say, "Na na na na naaaa" to Cheetor, WHAM! I smacked right into Dinobot. Cheetor tripped up, and smacked right into me and Dinobot since Dinobot was in front of the net. The three of us were sent flying into it.

"Ooooooooooo," I groaned, "Now I know how professional hockey players feel after a game."

Just then, who should show up to make fun of our entangled situation but Rattrap. He came wearing a pair of skates and holding a stick. He got a kick at the three of us. "Heeheeheeheehee!" he giggled. "Don't you three look stupid!"

While we were climbing out of the net, he skated over and picked up the puck. "You're supposed to hit dis into dat," he said, pointing to the puck and the net.

"Whatta you know about hockey!" I said angrily.

"Who, me?!?" he asked. Rattrap pulled out something from behind him.

"Feast yer eyes," he said holding a small gold metal in his hand, "On dis."

He hauled up on it. Out sprung a folded able trophy. "Hockey Champion of Cybertron Sports Center," Rattrap read aloud.

"Ah, that's not true!" Cheetor said.

"I say that a demonstration is in order," Dinobot said.

Rattrap smiled. "Okay, I'll beat the three of ya, all by myself."

"All right!" I shouted.

The four of us grab each side of the puck. I explained, "At the count of three, we all drop the puck!"

"Okay!" the three said. This made it easier without having a ref.

"One.. two... THREE!!!" All of us drop it except for Rattrap, who ran off with the puck.

"HEY!" Cheetor called out, but Rattrap was almost to the net. We all tried to chase after him, but it was too late. With a slapshot Rattrap scored into the net, but that wasn't it, the puck came whizzing back. Rattrap this time punched it into the net. After several rounds of this, he picked up his stick and the puck rolled right off his stick and into his hand.

I made a surprised whistling sound. Rattrap then skated around the ice and skidded right in front of us. We soon became covered in snow.

"Hehehehe!" Rattrap jeered. "You guys are awful."

We stepped out of the snow. Rattrap pulled a scarf out and tied it around his eyes. "This time I'll do it blindfolded!"

Dinobot, Cheetor, and I got into a huddle. When we broke apart, we faced Rattrap. This time we put the puck on the ice, in front of us and Rattrap. Rattrap counted: "One... two..."

While he was counting, I took the opportunity to take the puck.

"THREE!"

Rattrap swung but soon figured out nothing was there. He took the blindfold off. The three of us laugh and skated away. Rattrap sped right after us. We soon came to the edge of the ice, but that didn't stop us; I carried the puck into the snow,Cheetor followed. Dinobot was hesitant.

"I am not going in there!" he haunted. "It's absurd."

"C'mon you wuss," I teased. "We don't want him to catch us." With that I hauled him into the snow.

Rattrap wasn't too far away. We started overturning snow like moles at incredible speed, passing the puck back and forth. After that we started a periscope thing with our sticks. Finally Rattrap caught up to us and we got into a big scrap over the puck. Rattrap (with a giant pile of snow on top of his head) grabbed the puck and with a triumphant shout:

"I've got it!"

The snow on top of his head fell to reveal me perched on top his head.

"Oh yeah?" I said, shooting the puck out of his hand. Dinobot caught it. I jumped off Rattrap's head, and soon enough we were passing the puck back and forth again with Rattrap close behind.

Just then we came out of the snow to another long stretch of ice. As of now Cheetor had the puck; he passed it to Dinobot. He guided the puck but then suddenly stopped and turned around.

Cheetor and I froze. "What are you doing?" Cheetor said.

"Why should we run from the vermin?" he said.

Rattrap saw the look on our faces. "So you wanna play rough, huh?"

"Okay!" Cheetor said.

Rattrap was coming up fast. Dinobot passed me the puck. I got right in front of him and raised my stick and shouted, "FORE!"

Rattrap stopped with a look of awe as I shot the puck straight at him. His mouth was wide open, just wide enough for the puck to go sailing into his mouth and down his throat. Rattrap's fine, he just accidentally swallowed a hockey puck.

"Uh oh!" Rattrap said.

I grinned widely. "C'mon guys, Rattrap's got the puck!" We started racing towards him.

"Time out, time out!" Rattrap pleaded, shaking his hands.

Now we were the ones chasing after him. After a while we came to the edge of a waterfall still flowing. Rattrap was going so fast he was skidding like crazy trying to stop. The water froze as he skidded, creating a giant U-turn. Rattrap just skated over and went the other way.

So did Cheetor. But I came too fast and skated over the ice. Luckily, Dinobot stuck his stick out to grab the end of mine, hauling me in.

"Whew!" I sighed. "You have this speciality of showing up at the right time."

"Naturally," he said. "It's one of my talents."

He smiled. The first time since I met him. Weird! I thought to myself. Anyway, enough with the mushy stuff. Rattrap had skated off to open water, jumped on an ice floe and was water skiing away. No problem, we started jumping ice floes, then I caught up to Rattrap. I swung my stick at him and drove him right into the net. (The one we hand stared out with.) Only he flew in it so fast it wrapped around into a bird cage.

Rattrap made coo-coo clock noises. The three of us laughed. Finally the big day arrived. The setting: a clearing in the middle of the woods. For our first match... basketball!

The place was set, hoops on each side and the court was lasered in. We even had a refreshment stand: A bowl of punch with glasses and a gourd next to it. My idea. Unbeknownst to me, something was rustling in the bushes not far from the stand. No one else saw but a tired and half-beaten wolf, crawled out of the bushes and crept over to the refreshment stand.

"Uh oh," I said quietly. The wolf stood on hind legs and leaned on the stand. It lowered its head into the bowl and started to slurp the punch. I gulped. After drinking a fair bit the wolf crawled back into the woods.

"Whoa!" I said. Cheetor walked over to me. "Want some punch, bunny-girl?"

"Ah, no thanks, kitty cat," I said. "I- uh, got a loss of appetite."

Just then, everyone's favorite widow showed up. Blackarachnia (transformed) had an expression on her face like she was looking more for a fight than a match. I looked at Black, then to the punch bowl. An idea came to mind.

"Hiya Black, nice day for a game, isn't?" I said sweetly.

"Are you sweet-talking me, you little rodent?" she hissed.

"Through my teeth, spider-witch!" I replied. Blackarachnia eyed the refreshment stand.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing you'd be interested in," I answered. She walked up to the punch bowl and grabbed a glass, and poured some punch into it.

"I knew you Maximals would do something like this, save all the goodies for yourselves and leave nothing for the Predacons. Well at least this is something I get for myself!" she said as took a sip of the punch. A wide grin passed over my face. I was transformed as well.

As I thought about it, though, a sour expression crossed my face.

"What's the matter with you?" she said angrily. She took another sip.

I made a sickly face. This started to irritate the widow.

"Stop making sour faces; what's the matter with you?!?"

I stuck out my tongue in disgust as she took another sip of the punch.

"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!?!?!" she said in fury.

This brought a smile to my face. "Oh it's not my problem, it's yours!" I said, walking away.

Blackarachnia shrugged and finished her punch.

Beast Wars Sports, pt. 2
by Ruth Starreling (jmokeefe@avint.net)

Now we were ready to start. Our five players would be Rattrap, Cheetor, Dinobot, Airazor, and Tigatron. For the Preds it was Tarantulas, Waspinator, Inferno, Blackarachnia, and Terrorsaur. Optimus and Megatron would act as coaches for the next couple of games, but because of my lack of height I did not participate; instead I decided to ref.

Both Optimus and Megatron approached the center of the court transformed. Optimus, being a good sport, said "May the best side win, Megatron."

"Yes, Primal, may the best side win," he answered.

Then they both walked back to the own sides of the court. What? You really think they would shake hands! Get real, this is a competition, not a get-together.

Anyway, both teams came on to the court, all transformed. I also came onto the court, wearing a whistle around my neck. I was also transformed.

Inferno and Dinobot decided to take the jump. The others stood around the circle, constantly nudging each other. I stood between the two. "Ready?" I smiled.

They looked menacingly at each other.

"I take that as a yes." I blew the whistle and threw the ball into the air. Inferno kicked in his jets, flew up, and caught the ball. I blew the whistle again. "Foul!"

"What?" Airazor said.

"Nothing, Airazor!" I reassured her.

"What did I do?" Inferno asked.

"You're not supposed to catch the ball, you pass it!" I told him.

"Oh!" he said.

"The ball goes to the Maximals," I said.

Dinobot grabbed the ball and passed it to Rattrap. Tarantulas tried to steal it, but Rattrap faked and passed it to Tigatron. He beast-moded and started to dribble the ball with his tail.

"Cool!" Cheetor said.

Tigatron was just about to transform to take a shot when Terrorsaur in beast mode swooped down and carried it away. He was dribbling with his feet, so it wasn't traveling. This gave Cheetor an excellent chance of snatching the ball in beast mode. He caught the ball in his mouth.

Terrorsaur, realizing he no longer had the ball, turned to Waspinator. Waspinator flew down to Cheetor, who still had the ball in his mouth. Waspinator grabbed the ball with his beast mode feeler thingies. "Give Waspinator ball!"

"No way, bug-breath," Cheetor said in a muffled voice.

Waspinator started tickling Cheetor's noise in order to make him sneeze.

"Ah.. Ah... AH-CHOOOOOO!!!!" sneezed Cheetor.

Waspinator and the ball went whizzing through the air.

"Bless you!" Dinobot said.

Waspinator started cruising up the court with the ball shouting, "Waspinator got the ball! Waspinator got the ball!"

Suddenly Airazor flew right up to him saying, "Oh yeah?" She snatched the ball away, but Inferno pulled it out of her claws and flew away, slam dunking.

"Ha, two points!" Inferno said.

At the end of the first half, the score was 10 to 10- on account of the Pred flyers. We were on our break now.

"This is hopeless, were not going to win!" Dinobot said.

"The game's not over yet, Dinobot," Optimus said. "We just need a new strategy."

"Strategy, huh?" I thought to myself. I looked over at the punch bowl. "Hmmmm."

"I got an idea," I said.

"What is it?" Optimus asked.

"Rattrap, I'm gonna need your help for this one." I started to whisper in his ear.

"Umhmm..... uh huh.... ooh, that's good!" Rattrap said as I whispered in his ear.

"Okay, let's go!" I said. We left.

"I wonder what they're up to?" Optimus said.

"Well, whatever it is," Airazor said, "I bet it's gonna be funny."

Rattrap and came back and headed for the refreshment stand, carrying a bottle of alcohol. As soon as we got there, I poured it in the punch.

"Hee, hee, hee," Rattrap giggled, "Now all we have to do is wait for some Pred to come along."

"Why wait?" I said. "I prefer right now." I approached Terrorsaur. "Gee, Terrorsaur, you looked famished. Why not have a drink of our complementary punch?"

"Don't mind if I do, rabbit!" he said, drinking a glass. "Hmm, this isn't bad." He started drinking more glassfuls.

After a while it was time for the second half, and there was no sign of Terrorsaur.

"Where's Terrorsaur? We need him now!" Megs roared.

At that moment, both Maximals and Predacons turned to hear distinctive singing coming from the refreshment stand.

"Nobody knows (hic) how dry I am. (hic) NOBODY KNOWS HOW DRY (hic) I AM!"

Everyone knew in an instant it was Terrorsaur, and he was drunk.

Megs turned white as a ghost. He knew he needed the ol' schemer to win the game.

"Waspinator, sober up Terrorsaur!" he commanded. Waspinator obeyed.

(5 minutes later)

"What's happened to Waspinator?" Megatron asked. The other Preds shook their heads.

Once again, singing came from the refreshment stand:

"Hic, nobody knows (hic) how dry we are. Hic, nobody knows how dry (hic) we are!"

The refreshment stand was not far away. Megs and everyone else, including us, went to see what it was this time. We came to see both Waspinator and Terrorsaur sprawled out on the table, glasses knocked everywhere, and all the punch was gone.

Megatron was not pleased. "Waspinator, Terrorsaur, what is the matter with you?"

"Oh Megatron," Terrorsaur said, drunk and trying to get up off the table (his vision was blurred). "What are the six of you doing here? And I thought one was bad!"

The rest of the Predacons started to snicker; he turned and looked at them. They were quiet.

Rattrap and I could barely keep from busting, it was so funny, both of them drunk. We would win for sure.

Both Terrorsaur and Waspinator stood up. "Hey Waspy," Terrorsaur said, swaying back and forth, "Do you know why they call this punch?"

Waspinator shook his head furiously. Terrorsaur swung his fist right into the wasp's face, knocking him to the ground.

"That's why!" Terrorsaur said. He too fell unconscious.

I roared in laughter! I never saw anything so funny from the Preds before.

As it turned out, the Maximals won by forfeit. The Predacons' reason-- terms of intoxication.

Rattrap and I high-fived. One down, two to go!

Beast Wars Sports, pt. 3
by Ruth Starreling (jmokeefe@avint.net)

Seeing that basketball made us pretty hot, we decided to cool down by having the next sport be hockey.

This took place a good number of miles away from the basketball court. Seeing that it's hockey we're talking about. It was held up towards the north, close to the place Tigatron likes to hang out.

"This should be a suitable area," he said. "I know it well."

"Cool!" Cheetor said.

The rink was all set up. Everyone could handle the cold; everyone that is except for Dinobot. ("Double Jeopardy"- remember!) He was in beast mode, and so was I, choosing this moment to torment him. (Rattrap was helping set up the nets and equipment.)

"How are you holdin' up, Stripey-skin?" I mused. He was so easy to pick on.

"By the Pit, this cold!" he said, chattering his teeth.

"Ahh, too bad you didn't pick a beast mode with nice, warm fur." He looked at me menacingly. "I even have a nice warm cute little cottontail!"

I should've know by the look on his face I was asking for trouble. His eyes look right into mine, almost right through me; he started licking his chops.

I grimaced. "No, yer... yer... yer kidding, right! Right?"

He lurched forward, teeth bared, claws out. "Uh oh... AHHHHHH!" I yell, running away with lizard-breath right behind.

Optimus was in beast mode readying for the arrival of the Preds to start the second game, when I unexpectedly jumped into his hands. "Rabbiterra, what's wrong?"

I was panting but managed to scream out, "HE'S GONNA EAT ME!!!"

"What?" Optimus said, looking behind me to see Dinobot coming up fast. He skidded to a stop right in front of us.

Optimus sighed. "I thought you and Rattrap were bad! C'mon, we have a game to win." The Preds were approaching. I unwillingly got out of Optimus's hands and transformed. So did the lizard. Optimus went on ahead but let the raptor go first. I gave a mean look. He simply looked back with his same stern face.

"Wuss!" I said behind his back.

The game was just about to start. All Preds were on the ice, hockey sticks and all. Scorponok was in the net, and I thought I heard one of them mention no drinking during the game. Oh yeah, Waspinator and Terrorsaur are fully restored and don't remember a thing about what happened.

I once again was ref. I don't really understand hockey. Nowadays, you can't tell the difference between playing the game and ripping each other apart. Of course, that's only my opinion.

All of us except for Optimus and I were playing. Dino-breath and Infargo were taking the face-off again, and when I went to drop the puck and beat it, I heard these couple of comments:

"You know we're know going to hurt you!" Inferno hissed.

"Bring it on!" Dinobot hissed back.

I was surprised the D-guy was taking this seriously-- well you find out new things about people all the time. I dropped the puck, and practically flew off the ice just in time.

The hockey game was an all-out war. Everyone was kicking everyone else off the ice and since I'm not a very good ref I let them get away with it. Well, most of it anyway. There were a couple of mishaps and sometimes they did their own reffing, like the numerous times Tarantulas would beat up on Airazor over the puck. Tigatron came over and kicked his butt.

"Where we come from, we treat ladies with respect," he said when he was finished. Tarantulas was barely getting up.

"Thanks Tigatron, but I'm no lady. I'M A MAXIMAL!!!" she said, stomping on Tarantulas's foot. (She was wearing skates....Ouch!)

Tarantulas yelled in pain.

"You go girl!" I said. Airazor smiled and skated away.

The score at the near end of the game was 3 to 2 for the Preds, but if we made a shot we would go into overtime. We had about 2 minutes left, and for once I did not have an illegal trick up my sleeve.

It seemed hopeless, until Airazor spoke. "I have an idea."

Once back on the ice from our break with two minutes left, the Preds looked ready for anything and so was I. "I hope this works." I blew the whistle and dropped the puck. Airazor and the rest formed a Flying V and started up the ice with Airazor in the back guarding the puck. Everyone else backed off the Predacons to leave her clear open for a shot.

Airazor glided over the ice, just her and the puck. Scorponok at the net stood his ground, waiting. The suspense was killing me. Finally she came to a good distance and made a slap shot. Everyone was watch as if a spell had come over us all. Even the Preds looked in awe to wait the outcome.

The puck flew in the air almost like in slowmo.

Then a noise.

Silence.

Was it in? Was it in? Was it in? I kept on thinking.

Scorponok stepped forward out of the net. The puck slid out of his pincher and on to the ice.

No, I thought! I looked over at Megs. A smile was creeping across his face. Oooh, how I loathed that smile.

Airazor dropped to her knees, heartbroken. Scorponok was laughing at her.

I was full of rage. I skated over to Scorponok and started punching his head in. "You wanna laugh at her, huh? Let's see if you're laughin' now!"

Cheetor had to haul me off of him. I swear I would have ripped him apart.

"My, my, my," the ol' tyrant said, "Such behavior! Uncommon for such a young Maximal. That's one for us."

I approached. "Oh no, you're wrong, were even! See you at the next match!"

The next game was baseball and I felt more optimistic about it. Baseball was a game I could handle, as well as play. Yep, you heard me, I'm playin'.

Airazor wasn't so optimistic. She still felt bad about the hockey game, I could tell by the look on her face.

"Is that little thing about the hockey game still bothering you?"I asked her when we were en route to the baseball field.

"I can't believe I screwed up," she said.

"Hey, it wasn't your fault, you did your best and that's what counts."

"Everyone is mad at me," she said dolefully.

"No they're not," I said.

"You were," she pointed out.

"I wasn't mad at you, I was mad at Scorpi-snook back there for laughin' at you."

Airazor smiled. "You think we'll win this one?"

"No, I think the sky will fall and I'll turn into a Predacon," I said sarcastically. "Of course we're gonna win."

"Look, we're here," she said. The baseball field was situated on an open grassy plain so we could have lots of room to catch pop flies. I looked around. The Preds had not yet arrived and Rattrap was looking a little hesitant.

"What's up Rattrap?" I asked.

"Nuttin' kid, just that I haven't played the game in a while."

"Oh nervous, huh?" I said smiling.

"Hey, I didn't say that," he said.

"I bet I can prove it!" I stated. Rhinox was standing behind us.

"Go ahead!"

"Okay, I'll say a word and you say the first word that comes into your head: Predacons."

"Baseball," he said

"Shooting," I said.

"Baseball," he said.

"Rabbiterra," I said, smiling.

"Fat!"

"All right, that's it!" I got into a fight with Rattrap.

Rhinox broke us apart. "That's enough, we have a game to win."

All the Predacons, except for Megatron, were playing and all of us except for Optimus. The Preds were in the outfield first and the two sides each had their own dugout.

Tarantulas was pitcher. Rhinox decided to umpire the whole way through. Cheetor was first up at bat. Tarantulas managed, even with his pinchers, to throw the ball. It came right over the plate. Cheetor swung.

"Strike one!" Rhinox announced.

"C'mon kid, you can do it!" Rattrap called from inside the dugout.

Tarantulas threw the ball again. Cheetor swung.

"Strike two!" Rhinox said.

"Uh, oh!" Optimus said. "Rabbiterra, do something!"

"Okay!" I said, taking a few steps out of the dugout.

Optimus finally realizes, "What have I done?"

Before Tarantulas could throw the ball I started singing out: "Pitcher's got a big butt, pitcher's got a big butt!"

Tarantulas (and practically everyone else) looked in my direction. That didn't bother me. I continued: "Tarantulas there something hanging out of your nose, hey Tarantulas you haven't got nose."

Good News : Tarantulas got so frustrated he fouled up his pitches and Cheetor got a walk.

Bad News : With my insults all the Predacons got so mad they all pointed their guns at me.

"Okay, you wanna shoot me, c'mon," I said, boldly and stupidly. Optimus came out of the dugout, just in time to cover my mouth and carry me inside the dugout.

Once inside the real trouble started.

"Of all the idiotic ideas you've come up with, this has to be the worst," Optimus lectured.

"The day's not over yet, Optimus!" I insisted.

"That's it, I've had enough. You could've cost us our lives with those comments. From now on you're off the team," he said. I looked in awe. "You're not playing, scoring, or playing any more jokes; take up your equipment and return to base!"

"But Optimus!" I started, but I was cut off.

"That's an order!" Optimus butted in.

I sighed heavily, picked up the rest of my baseball stuff and left the dugout. Just before leaving, I said, "Maybe I wasn't right for this team in the first place." I left.

I didn't leave alone.

I was quickly followed by a familiar Maximal dinosaur on my way back to base. Dinobot was in beast mode but I was transformed. I was very surprised to see him; we didn't get along too well, until now.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Doesn't Optimus know you're gone?" I asked suspiciously.

"I told him the air inside the dugout was too hot and that I was going out for some fresh air."

"Why are you here talking to me? I mean no offense, but aren't we supposed to be mortal enemies like you and Rattrap?"

"Not in this case. You seemed to feel as if you haven't been accepted, haven't you?

"No duh!"

"I would just like to let you know the feeling is mutual."

"How so?" I asked once more.

"With me," he said.

"You?!?" I said in surprise.

"What?" he said.

"I just can't believe it, though. You can kick every Predacon's butt, even Megatron's."

"They don't accept me fully because of my past," he explained.

"Just because you're an ex-Predacon, that's not fair," I said.

"And neither is Primal kicking you off the team. Now let's go!" he said, transforming and taking me by the arm.

"Hey, where are we going?" I questioned, while being dragged.

"Back to the field," he answered.

"Are you crazy? Optimus said I couldn't play, remember!" I yelled.

"Optimus can sometimes be a fool, this is no exception," he yelled back. "We need you to win this competition, our base depends on it!"

"Why do you need me for? You guys can handle it yourselves," I said.

"You know more about these sports than all of us combined," he said, "And (snarl) despite what Optimus thinks your ideas do work efficiently!"

"Finally, somebody notices that my ideas do work!" I said in relief.

"But don't tell anyone I said that!" he yelled.

"I won't." I smiled, he didn't.

Oh well, I guess I couldn't get in more trouble then I was in already. If I did get in trouble, I could blame on Dinobot because he got me into this, but I had to ask him one more question: "Dinobot?" I said.

"What?" he said.

"We're still mortal enemies, right?" I said cautiously.

"Of course, I wouldn't want it any other way," he answered.

I sighed in relief. " Neither would I."

Beast Wars Sports, pt. 4
by Ruth Starreling (jmokeefe@avint.net)

We approached the field, apparently not gone long. The Maximals were in the outfield. I was just about to walk onto the field when I was hauled back on the shoulder.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I told him. Dino-brain had taken me behind the dugout.

"You can't go back onto the field without a proper entrance," he explained, "Or Optimus will send you back to base!"

"So what's the plan?" I asked.

"Circulate to the lower end of the field. Go in beast mode so you'll be harder to see. I will insure a pop fly will be hit to which you must catch," he explained. "If you catch it, Optimus will let back on the team."

"Are you sure this is gonna work?" I asked.

"No, but I don't have a better idea." he said.

Oh well, better than nothing!

I made it to the outfield and hid in the tall grass, eagerly waiting for the so-promised pop fly. If you ask me, I don't know how he's supposed to make a pop fly. The Preds are up at bat. Inferno was up and Cheetor was pitching. Optimus wasn't looking too good. The Preds were leading us at a score of 3 to 0.

I watched as suddenly Terrorsaur, who was on first base, starting running towards second. Rattrap spotted him going and shouted, "He's stealin' second!"

A quasar cannon sounded. Terrorsaur went limp and fell to the ground before he was halfway there. Waspinator came out and dragged him back into the dug out. Other than that the game presumed as usual.

Cheetor lowers the ball in his glove. I decided to pretend I was an announcer as I said:

"Cheetor sets, sets and sets again."

"Please just through the ball!" Optimus said to himself.

Cheetor threw it. Inferno hit it automatically, but the ball didn't go high enough to be a pop fly. Until Dinobot suddenly shouted at the top his lungs, "LOOK AT THAT!!!" As if an alien ship had landed.

Everyone gullibly turned their heads to see what the fuss was about. During that time Dinobot shot his eye lasers at the ball, sending it higher into the air, making a perfect pop fly.

"By the Matrix!" I whispered. I didn't waste another second. I ran out of the bushes and jumped into the air, just as everyone was turning their heads.

"Hey, it's Rabbiterra!" Cheetor shouted.

I transformed and caught the ball. All the Maximals cheered as I landed with the ball in my glove.

Airazor rushed over. "You caught the ball! Optimus will let you play, for sure. Won't you Optimus?"

Optimus came out of the dugout and walked up to me. "Rabbiterra, I told you to go to the base and you disobeyed! You completely interfered with a game you were not supposed to participate in."

I looked downward.

"Well done, Maximal!" Optimus said, smiling.

"You mean I'm back on the team?" I asked. There was no way it could be this easy.

"Well, you did catch the ball, and we all need you," he said.

"You're kidding, right?" I said.

"Please play, Rabbiterra, it's boring without you!" Airazor confided.

"Yeah, Terra, it's no fun without you," Cheetor said.

"We need you, kid," Rattrap said.

"So are you with us?" Rhinox said.

Suddenly a voice from the Predacon dugout yelled out, "DO YOU MAXIMALS ALWAYS TALK OF SUCH MUSH!!!"

It was the widow.

The eight of us turned around: "SHUT UP!!!!"

Black backed off.

I stuck out my arm in the center of our group, Optimus stuck his in as well, so did Airazor, Tigatron, Rattrap, Cheetor and Rhinox. Dinobot was the only one who didn't.

"C'mon, Chomperface!" Rattrap said.

Reluctantly he stuck his arm among ours.

"Ready, 3......2......1.." I said.

"MAXIMALS!" Everyone said, throwing up our arms.

Yes, I know, it's a sappy scene of team spirit, but I had to have at least at one point of this story.

Anyway, moving right along. Because of my spectacular catch assisted by Dinobot he had two out, but I still had a few tricks up my sleeve.

"Oooooh what is it?" Cheetor asked.

"Well I'm gonna your help with this one," I told him. I started whispering to him. Cheetor was pitching and I was guarding second base. Waspinator was up at bat this time. I winked at Cheetor; he winked back. Everything was set. Waspinator readied for the pitch. Cheetor threw the ball, but let it sail right over the wasp's head.

Rhinox called, "Ball one!"

Oh, by the way, I told Optimus about this trick, so no more getting into trouble.

This continued until finally, "Ball four, take your walk."

Waspy walked, more or less, glided his way to first base, where Airazor was. Megatron looked suspicious. "I wonder what that rodent is up to now."

Now my plan would begin to work. From second base I took out a large bag of sugar started waving it slightly, saying to myself: "C'mon Waspy, come get the nice sugar."

I could tell Waspinator was beginning to drool when he saw the sugar. Meanwhile Blackarachnia and Scorponok were standing up in their dugout, seeing what I was doing.

"Very strange, huh?" Scorponok said.

"No," she said, "Very clever!"

"Waspinator want sugar! No! Waspinator must stay at first base!" he thought it over, "Waspinator want SUGAR!!!!!!!!"

Waspinator took a sprint to second base. Megs was shouting "No, you fool! Stay on first base!"

But poor old Waspy couldn't help himself. When he was close enough, Cheetor threw me the ball, acting as if he was throwing to the batter, who happened to be Terrorsaur. I caught the ball and touched Waspy with it.

"You're out, sucker!" I said grinning.

"Waspinator hates bunny-bot!" he groaned.

"Change up!" Rhinox shouted.

I headed back to the dugout. As I was walking, Airazor caught up to me. "Not bad, Rabbiterra, but wasn't that a little mean?"

"Not at all, Airazor. I gave him the bag of sugar."

Meanwhile, inside the Pred dugout....

"You incompetent bug, why didn't you stay at first base?" Megs lectured.

"Waspinator wanted sugar," he said in a small voice.

"Next time Waspinator will stay on first base or I will scrap you!" Megs shouted.

Waspinator nodded. After Megs stopped screaming at him, he took out the bag of sugar.

"Waspinator likes bunny-bot!" he said, gobbling it down.

Anyway, in our dugout, who should next to bat but me!

"Rabbiterra, you're up!" Optimus said.

I gulped. "You mean, my numbers up." I looked at who was pitching. Nope, it wasn't Tarantulas anymore, it was Inferno.

I walked up to the plate, the bat in hand. Inferno looked at me with a big grin on his face.

"Wonder what he's smilin' about?" I murmured hotly under my breath.

As I readied for the pitch, the ant looked over to Megs who was standing in the dugout. Megs nodded his head and Inferno turned back to me. I raised an eyebrow. Inferno curled the ball in his hand and then threw the ball.

As this moment I was ready for anything, except for what was about to happen.

SMACK!

Wrong, I did not hit the ball.

The ball hit me!

"Owwwww!" I yelled, holding my arm. Inferno had beaned me with the ball! The Maximals looked in awe from the dugout.

"Time out!" Optimus called out. He and Megatron approached the center of the field.

"What's going on, Megatron?" he questioned.

"Nothing but a pure accident, I assure you," Megs said in a sickeningly sweet tone.

"It better have been!" Optimus looked at him coldly.

Airazor came to the spot where I had now keeled over. "Are you all right?" she asked.

I groaned. "I've had better days!"

"Can you still take your walk?" she asked again. I nodded.

"I'm gonna get him for that!" she said.

"What, Airazor, you can't, he's not worth it!" I told her as she walked towards him.

"You did the same for me!" she said. I couldn't say another word, she was out of earshot and the pain hurt too much; man, that bug could sure throw a curve ball. Inferno was talking with the other Preds about what a wonderful job he had done. Just as the royalty commanded! Airazor came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, but no sooner had he did it, Airazor punched him in the face. Inferno dropped like a rock!

I saw the whole thing!

Airazor came back. "Feel better?" she asked.

"Immensely!" I said, smiling and getting up.

So, because of my unfortunate predicament (and Inferno's, for that matter). I got a walk, but I guess my lucky rabbit's foot wasn't workin' today because who should be guarding first base but guess who?

Blackarachnia.

I desperately tried not to groan. Black was smiling hideously.

"Think you're so tough now, Cottontail?" she said.

I stared at her. Her smile turned to a frown. "What are you looking at?" she said.

"Your neck," I said. "I'd like to break it!"

"Dream on, because we're still winning!" she said smiling.

"We'll just see about that!" I said.

Rattrap was up and this time Scorponok was pitching. He hit a single that put me on second and Rattrap on first.

Tigatron was up next but he struck out. That left Airazor at bat. "C'mon Airazor, you can do it!" I called out.

She swung, hit it, and sent the Preds chasing after the ball. "Woo-hoo!" she shouted, running to first base.

So with the three of us filling the bases, the pivotal was coming. It was the bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, but with only one out.

I sighed happily, "Life is good!"

But still the outlook wasn't brilliant for the Maximals that day.

The score was 3 to 0, with but with an inning left to play.

But when what they saw in the first 15 minutes and realized what had occurred.

With Airazor on first, Rattrap on second, and Rabbiterra a huggin' third.

From the Maximal dugout there came a cheerful and fiery shout,

One that certainly the Predacons could surely do without.

The Preds all looked in awe, just like the ball I caught.

For the next one up to bat was none other than Dinobot.

I looked in awe as well and so did Airazor and Rattrap.

As he walked up to the plate and took hold of the bat.

Scorponok looked tense, but threw the ball with pride.

But Dinobot just ignored it; "Strike one" Rhinox cried.

Scorponok looked more satisfied and once more the spheroid flew.

Dinobot didn't bother with it; Rhinox said, "Strike two."

But now he face was stern and cold (as always) and I saw his muscles strain,

And I knew Dinobot would not let that ball go by again.

Now Scorponok holds the ball and now he brings it back.

And now the air is shattered by a loud and sickening crack.

"HOME RUN" Rhinox shouts, the ball whizzes through the air,

I come running down from third like a bat out of you know where!

The Preds go after the ball, but it is gone right into space.

Maybe they'll find it in Cybertron or some other place.

Once everyone was back in the dugout we realized what we had done,

We beat the Preds in the Final game! The Maximals had won!

Okay, okay the rhyming's over!

"Yeah we won!" Cheetor yelled.

"Well done Maximals!" Optimus said.

Everyone was congratulating everyone else when a noise came from outside the dugout.

"RABBITERRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Someone shouted.

I turned around and walked out of the dugout, so did everyone else. Megatron smiled, "Remember our agreement!"

"Hey, no way! We beat you guys fairly, I don't need to fight you!" I told him.

"Then other arrangements will be made!" He stepped aside to show Black sitting behind a table shuffling a pack of cards.

"Do you play cards?" she asked with a smug smile on her face.

I grinned, "Do I play cards!" I giggled, "It is to laugh! What a patsy!"

I walked forward but Optimus pulled me back. "You don't have to do this!"

"It's okay, I know what I'm doing!" I said. So I sat in a chair across from the spider while she dealt out the cards. "What are we playing?" I asked.

"Poker," she answered.

"Okay, cool!" I said.

Since we didn't have any real chips we used spare guns and ammo. The Maximals stood behind me. Rattrap, every now and again, made a suggestion about playing a certain card. The Preds looked over Black's shoulder, making comments. She was grinning at me; I grinned back.

The pile was getting higher and higher, we probably there for hours. Nobody moved except for Black and me, we both stayed cool as a cucumber.

Finally I decided to go in for the kill. "Black?" I asked sweetly.

"Yes?" she answered sweetly but smugly.

"How about we raise the stakes?" I said.

"How so?" she asked.

"Loser has to jump into a pool of mud!" I said.

"Cool!" she said.

"Transformed!" I added.

"Even more cool!" she said.

"Then it's a deal?" I asked.

"Deal!" she said.

So now it was time to find out who was going to take the plunge.

"Okay Black, time to see whatcha got." I laid out my cards, "Full straight, all in diamonds."

The Maximals and I smiled, I knew I was gonna win!

Black stayed smilin'. "You're good Terra, but you're just not good enough!"

"What?" I said, "What are you talking about?"

The widow laid out her cards, "Royal Flush!"

My jaw dropped to the ground, but as I looked under her chair something made me smile.

"Well, looks like I have to take my punishment then," I said in a woeful voice.

"Rabbiterra, you don't have to go through with this," Optimus said.

"No Optimus," I said woefully, "I have some honor, and I'll keep my word."

I looked at Dinobot, he gave a thumbs up. I did the same.

"Wait a minute," Black said, "Just where are you gonna get a pool of mud, anyway?"

"Oh yeah!" I said. I went behind the dugout and pushed out a large round metal tank about 5 meters long, 4 meters wide and about 3 meters in depth. A ladder was attached to the side and a diving board on top. It was filled completely with mud.

Both the Maximals and Predacons looked in awe. Black smiled. The Preds stood by the side of the tank waiting for me to keep my promise. I walked toward the ladder but before I got there Airazor walked up to me. I whispered some instructions into her ear.

She then beast moded and flew towards the base. Everyone looked puzzled, but I then I climbed ladder and walked to the end of the board. The bubbling brown mud happily greeted me as I looked down into my fate.

Now wait a second, folks! Don't think I'm at the end of my rope yet! I was about to jump when I heard a familiar clicking sound of a gun being loading. I turned around. Black was standing on the front of the board, her gun pointing straight at me.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"I'm making sure you don't pull one of your stupid little tricks to wean your way out of this!" she said smiling evilly.

"Stupid little tricks? Now that was naughty!" I said shaking my finger at her. "But if you insist!"

I started jumping on the board, "One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to GO!!" On the GO I made a extra push on the board, it acted like a see-saw and sent Black flying into the air... and into the mud below! It was a Kodak moment!

SPLOSH!!

Black completely disappeared into the mud. The Preds stared in amazement, so did the Maximals. Just then Black emerged. "That's cheating!" she said spewing mud out of her mouth.

"Oh contraire, mon spider!" I said in a French accent, while descending the ladder. "I wasn't the only one."

I walked over to the table where we had played cards. Remember I said I saw something that made me smile under her chair? Well, I took it out.

"Look," I said to everyone, including Black, who was just climbing out of the tank. "A spare deck of cards without the cards for a Royal flush!" I picked our discard pile. "Look, the cards for a royal flush. Black couldn't have used the cards in our real deck so she used the cards of another deck to the win the game!"

The Maximals smiled at my accomplishment. I bowed and walked to the front of the tank. Black, now out of the tank but still covered with mud, glared at me. She tried to fire at me with her gun, but it was contaminated with mud, it wouldn't fire.

"Very good, Rabbiterra, but the game isn't over yet, no!" Megs said, standing by the tank with the other Preds. Pointing his rex head at me! He looked over to the Maximals who a few feet away,

"Unless you surrender your base this instant your newest comrade will no longer exist, yessss!"

"Oh I don't think so!" I said pushing a hidden button on the side of the tank. The button activated and the side of the tank opened up to dump all the quantity of mud onto the Preds. All except Black, who stood a little further away.

The mud overflowed over the Preds, not so much to wipe them away, but just enough to cover them completely. All we, the Maximals, Black and I could do was watch. Finally it all was poured out; I saw six brown figures.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" I said, "You didn't think it was gonna be that easy, didja?"

I looked over at Black, from her dark frown, came a straight face, then a smile. She started to snicker, that turned into giggling, etc, etc, etc, soon enough she was rolling on the ground holding her sides.

The Maximals, for that matter, were laughing. Even Dinobot, who was smiling.

Megs was wiping the mud off his ugly face. "I tire of these games, yesss," he said, lurching forward. "I shall dispose of you now! Once and for all!"

I froze for a second, but I heard a whistle from above us.

"HI!" Airazor called from the air, in beast mode. She was carrying a large anvil, and was ready to drop it right over Megs!

"Now, Airazor!" I called.

She dropped it.

"What?" Megatron said.

THUNK!

Megs was squashed like a bug!

I giggled, "What a maroon!"

Epilogue:

After the anvil was dropped on Megs, the Predacons fled, because they could not fire their weapons on account of the mud. Megatron was later salvaged and repaired back to his bad self again.

At the Axalon, Rabbiterra was commended for her duties and consider a great asset. Optimus forgave her for the incidents. Because of the confidence he gave her, Dinobot and Rabbiterra, for the moment, get along well. Rattrap and her still play jokes every now again. She and Airazor still remain close.

As for me...

"Good job, Rabbiterra! I couldn't have done it better myself!"

"Thanks Ruth! Couldn't have done it without ya!"

"What didja like best?"

"I think it was because I got the last word."

"Oh no you don't, Cottontail!"

"But Ruth, if I don't who does?"

"I do!"