"Oh shoot!"

Russell drifted across the grassy ground, nearly tumbling over into some tools during the process. The brown haired kid panted heavily.

"Russell? What is it? You're more hyperactive than a chipmunk on a sugar high right now!" Denny exclaimed, turning around from his tinkering on a small pocket watch. Denny began to walk towards Russell to find out what was causing the kidto act like such.

Russell was freaking out, to say the least. "(Y/n)! It's (Y/n)! (Y/n)'s coming!"

Denny immediately relaxed. "Oh, why didn't you just say so?"

Russell was still running around the scrapyard.

"But that's not the issue!" The kid finally took a breather. "She's coming. Coming as in, like, she's three minutes out, coming." Denny's eyes widened tenfold. "And funny thing... She's bringing her pet chickens with."

Now it was Denny's turn to panic. "Scrap!"

"Hey!" Yelled Sideswipe from the entrance of the scrapyard, who had been working on 'something.' Most likely planning another prank. "No repeating that!"

"Sorry Sideswipe!" Yelled Russell.

Someone must have heard the commotion because Strongarm burst around the corner, crossbow out and ready for a fight.

"Where's the Decepticon?" She asked, stepping in front of the two humans.

Denny shook his head. "No, not a 'Con," Russell explained. "My sister, (Y/n), is coming over for the rest of the summer."

The Cadet nodded in understanding, feeling embarrassed that she had jumped into the situation before assessing it.

"Strongarm please do me a favor and hide everyone," Denny said, running around his desk as he picked up scattered tools and chucked them carelessly into a pile in the back corner of the camper.

"On it Denny!" Sideswipe yelled before sheathing his Decepticon Hunter sword.

A car honked.

"Well here goes nothing," Russell murmured before approaching the minivan that stood at the entrance of the scrapyard.

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You looked around. Denny lived in a scrapyard of all places? And with Russell in tow? AWESOME!

You parked your small car in some random nook and cranny in between piles of old and rusting cars. Opening the trunk to your car, you pulled out your chickens.

Because you grew up on a farm, you were around chickens so much that they became your favorite animal. Though you were sad you didn't live in the country anymore because of school and family issues.

Opening the dog crate, you pulled out Mango and CC, your two Malaysian Serama chickens. Grabbing the chicken leashes (yes those exist you can buy them online or wherever), you latched them up and began to wander around the scrapyard, looking for Denny and Russell.

You had called and given them a warning, so where were they?

Deciding to go to the camper, you wandered over to a tree and proceeded to tie the leashes around it before going into the camper.

You knocked a few times. No one answered. Again you knocked. And again no one answered.

Just as you had left the camper, you heard voices. And a lot of them at that.

"Denny?" You called out. "Russell? Is that you?"

The two people you had been looking for rounded the corner just then. You ran up to them and hugged both of the humans.

"Hey, long time no see!" You exclaimed, looking at the two.

"True that," Russell said.

"Hiya little bugger. Haven't been causing any trouble, have you?" Russell looked at Denny.

"No, he hasn't," Denny said, chuckling.

"Well, I'll get my crap and get set up?"

Denny nodded. "Sure thing. Russell, go help her move things."

"You got it!" Yelled Russell, who was now following you.

"So, short stack, how you doing?"

Russell shrugged. "Doing good, doing good."

"So what have you been doing lately?" You asked curiously.

"I'll just tell you later."

Two voices could be heard from over where you had left your chickens.

"Heh...heh... Stay right here and I'll be back in a few, okay?" Russell asked. If life were a cartoon, he would've had a sweat drop forming on the back of his head.

"Whatever," you murmured as he ran off before he could hear your response.

Once he was out of sight, you followed him. And boy oh boy were you shocked to see him talking to two tiny robots.

One was red with black accents, while the other was black with red accents. They looked nearly identical I many ways. Both of them had a blue glowy-thingamabob on their chest with a creepy face on it.

"Russell, is this what you've been doing while I was away?" Russell turned around, pale as a ghost, with big, widened eyes.

"I-uh-umm-Ee I- yes? No?" He stuttered out.

You shook your head. You turned around with a scowl on your face as you looked at the two robots. They had weapons out- one with some form of blade and the other with nunchucks.

"You," you hissed, untieing the chickens and picking them up in your arms, "are in serious trouble for messing with my chickens."

"Chickens?" They asked at the same time.

"Yes. Chickens. Mine."

"Oh," said the one with more black than red.

The other one stood protectively in front of the one who had just spoken. "Our sincerest apologies, ma'am. We were simply curious about the strange life form."

You raised an eyebrow.

"Would you be willing to teach us about 'the Chicken' creatures that you hold?" He asked, eyeing the two birds held tightly in your grasp.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Did you just ask her to teach you about chickens Slipstream?" Russell asked.

"Yes, he did," said the other one, the one who had spoken first.

"Ugh whatever." Russell turned to face you. "Alright so this one's Slipstream," he said, pointing, "and the other one here is Jetstorm."

You nodded your head. You watched as Russell hightailed it out of there before you could explode with useless chicken knowledge.

And he was right to do so because the second he was out of sight, you blew up with breeds of chickens, classifications, feather types, body parts, and all sorts of other things.

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"Bumblebee, have you seen where my students have run off to?" Drift asked.

"Sorry Drift, can't say I have," Bumblebee said apologetically.

Drift nodded and walked on. He heard a feminine voice off in the near distance. The voices of his students were there as well.

Drift pushed through the trees and into a clearing where a girl with (e/c) eyes and (h/l) (h/c) hair talking to his student while holding a chicken.

"-and this right here," she said, pointing to chicken's wing, "is the Primary Coverts, and above it is the Alula, and below it is the Primaries."

Jetstorm put his digit in some of the bird's wing feathers. "These right here?" He asked.

The girl shook head, chuckling lightly. She pushed his digit over slightly. "Right...there. There you go, see? You'll be a chicken factoid in no time!"

Drift coughed, catching the three's attention.

"Hi there!" Exclaimed the girl.

"Master Drift," Slipstram and Jetstorm said at the same time, bowing their helms.

"Students, bring your new friend with. We will take her to Bumblebee and then we'll have a talk about not running off."

The two tiny robots looked down sadly. Finally having enough of this madness, (Y/n) stood up and pointed her finger at Drift.

"And just who do you think you are mister?" She snapped. Jetstorm and Slipstream gasped.

"I am their teacher, of course. What is the matter?" Drift asked, confused.

"The matter is that you are ordering these two poor guys around." (Y/n) huffed. "They have rights you know. This is Earth, so rules from where you came from don't always work here. They have freedoms. They can talk to whoever they want, be whoever they want, and be however they want. If that's how you treat them, than no wonder they came to a stranger to talk about chickens."

Drift was taken back by what you had said.

"(Y/n) what is wrong with you?" Hissed Slipstream.

"You'll surely be punished for talking to Master Drift like that!" Whispered Jetstorm.

"He can think what he wants because I know he won't lay a finger on me," you said. "Because if I'm correct, there would be more of you. And seeing as how Russell and Denny aren't dead, I don't think you leader would be all that happy if one of his own hurt a human being, am I correct?"

"Come now. We will discuss this later," Drift said.

"Okay then," you said, hooking Mango back up to her leash before following the giant robot to wherever it's base was.

Once you got back to the scrapyard, which apparently was where their base was, you hiked right on over to your camper trailer, put the chickens in their portable cage, opened the door and fell fast asleep.

When Denny and Russell had went around looking for you so they could introduce you to everyone else, seeing as you had already met three of them, they had found you inside of your camper trailer with the door wide open.

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You woke up inside of your trailer. 'How did I get here?' You thought to yourself. Then you remembered the previous day.

Arriving at the scrapyard, teaching tiny robots about chickens, and telling off the 'master' of the smaller robots because he didn't allow them rights. 'Oh yeah! That was awesome!'

You had been so tired from everything that you had just walked to your camper and fallen asleep. Then it dawned on you- you had forgotten to shut the door.

Once you completely opened your eyes, you looked around. You felt two very warm beings by you, one on each side. You craned your neck up and over to see that Slipstream and Jetstorm had crawled in while you were sleeping and joined you in your bed.

The two minicons were still fast asleep, and you could see how dark it was outside from the open door. Sighing deeply, you fell asleep with the two black and red minicons next to you inside of your camper.