In The Land of Endless Summer

Megatron: After flying by plane, Astrotrain, falling stars, jet-packs, and a disgruntled pelican, we finally arrived at our next location in what the humans call “paradise” or "Florida". I call it a deathtrap-home of ferocious beasts, prehistoric wildlife, and monstrous aquatics which dwell beneath the ocean’s surface…this would be a perfect location for another Decepticon base!

Starscream: But we realized that those accursed Autobots had already claimed a residence somewhere along the beach. Only four mechs were defending it, though. Dragging our first-class transportation unit along (Megatron REFUSED to leave behind a carrier that came equipped with separate bathrooms, bedrooms, satellite dish and a bar), we burst into their base and demanded for control of it to be relinquished to the mighty Decepticons!



Megatron: "Bluestreak! Sideswipe! Powerglide! You are no match for Starscream and I! Bow down to me, pledge your allegiance to the Decepticons, and I might just spare your lives!"

Sideswipe: "…Powerglide, give me your gun."

Powerglide: "What? But you already have a gun!"

Sideswipe: "I WANT THE BIG GUN."



Starscream: We left them to their shelf shortly afterwards. However, we did manage to convert the alarm clock to a Decepticon....

Megatron: But we did not return to our transportation unit. One Autobot was still missing, and, according to a communications update from Soundwave, he was not a canon character, and thus, unable to transform. Finding his signal outside of the Autobot base, we attempted to capture him.

Starscream: "Autobot! Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

Backburn: "...I'm right here, idiot."



Megatron: ...We quickly realized our mistake.

Starscream: "But-but-but...you're not canon! You can't exist in this reality!"

Backburn: "OH REALLY?!"



Starscream: After a bit of, uh...vigerous exercise, Backburn decided that we were not a threat, and agreed to allow us to tour around his home; the incompetant fool believes that once we grow bored, we will quietly leave!

Megatron: We were told that our stop in Florida would not be complete without visiting the nearest water-mass. So, after an exchange of words with the Autobot (mostly consisting of "fragged-up-son-of-a-glitch", "aft-face", and "dipstick-up-the-exhaust-pipe"), he agreed to drive us there.



Megatron: "Onward, to the ocean!"

Starscream: "Why do I have to steer??"



Megatron: As soon as wee pulled up to the water's edge, we spotted a pelican dive-bombing into the water, like a Seeker with stalled-out engines.

Starscream: Hey!

Megatron: The bird did not catch whatever prey he had been hunting, but took off to the sky shortly aftewards with an entire squadron of other pelicans. Starscream and I sat on the rocks and enjoyed the view, until he realized...

Starscram: "Wait a minute! There are TREES on the other side of this ocean! This isn't an ocean at all! Autobot, where have you taken us?!"

Backburn: *scoffs* The lagoon. There's no time to go to the ocean right now. We'll do that another day.

Megatron: "Not enough time?! What could possibly stop two of the universe's most powerful Decepticons from going to the beach?!"

Thunder: *ba-BOOM*

Megatron: ...We returned to our cozy transportation unit a few minutes later. When the weather clears up, we will return to conquer the beach!

Megatron: For some reason, Starscream thought I would be interested in converting these vehicles into soldiers. I can't imagine why. Anything this much like an Autobot, and this lightly armed is useless to me. You would think that after nine MILLION years he would know what would make a good Decepticon. Honestly, I despair of him sometimes.


Starscream: So then I suggested, strongly, that he consider something like THIS.

Or maybe THESE. Although they seem somewhat untrustworthy.

But all he wanted was some kind of super-weapon. I told him that a universal remote wasn't going to be a good idea. Oh well, he'll learn.

I'll wait here for the explosion.

Starscream: While Megatron napped following our arrival, I struck out in search of some suitable sources of energon. This place was interesting, but the energon had an unfortunately fishy flavor. I didn't think Megatron would care for it, so I was forced to finish it all.

Megatron: Our unfortunately low-class means of travel had severely drained our energy, and so we were forced to spend quite a while in "movie watching stasis mode" while we made further plans.

Starscream: I was also able to escape the abominable company of Megatron for a short while while securing a more suitable passage for his further travel. For some reason, he just doesn't trust me to fly him. Suspicious old tyrant.

Megatron: Our impending plans were interrupted by an urgent and unwelcome summons from some presumptious fellow in outer-space. A short fusion-cannoning later, and we were back on the original intention for our mission, world domination.