Hellooooooooooooo, everyone! I've had this inspiration from when I was working. Freaky, huh? Anyway, I decided to let everyone enjoy some humor through my own experiences at work, and also make up some stuff as well. So, I'll just let you read the fic. REVIEW OR AND REFRUSE TO CONTINUE!
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I do not own McDonalds. But I do own McBoggles. According to my knowledge, I made it up. I also own the plot and blah blah blah blah and such. Annnnddd...OH! I DO, however, work at McDonalds. But I don't think that counts. AND IT'S NOT AS BAD AS EVERYONE SAYS IT IS! Thank you. On with the story!
Back, way before the war between the Autobots and Decepticons, Planet Cybertron lived more peacefully than we do on Earth, but still similar in some ways. Here, we find our heroes in their teenage stages of life, getting along through the world like the average teenager does here on Earth. Now, we look into the famous fast food restaurant known as McDonald's, to us, but for the Cybertronians, it was McBoggle's. In this food store, we find Optimus, Hot Shot, Bumblebee, Sideswipe, Cyclonus, Jet Fire, Starscream, and Megatron all in their teenage get-up.
This fic shall now enter the world and life of what goes on in a McDonald's restaurant...Tranformers style!
...some crazy Transformers/Twilight Zone theme mix plays in the background...
Cybertronians flock the lobby of the McBoggle's restaurant. They chatter and complain amongst themselves, eating or waiting for their food. Little Cybertrionian children run around with Kid's Meal toys, making sound effects for aircrafts and such. Optimus was working in the grill, along with Jet Fire and Hot Shot; Cyclonus was on fries; Bumblebee on counter; Starscream was in back-drive; Sideswipe worked front-drive; and Megatron was the manager and just walked around telling who to do what and helped out... a little.
"Starscccreeeaaamm!" Megatron roared out in rage at he faced toward the isle that led to the dishwashing area, which led to the back drive. He stomped to back drive and clutched the bags of McBoggles food in his hands, stopping at the open doorway to back drive, where Starscream stood at a sliding window with two touch screens in front of him. "Starscream you idiot, why are you messing up our customers' orders!"
The red and white bot only poked at the screen and handed the Primals (note: Primals are my made up money for Cybertron. Named after Primus himself.) to a blue vehicle outside the window. The vehicle slowly drove away to get its food at the front drive window. Starscream only glanced at Megatron every few times, checking to see if he'd be yelled at any more...which did happen.
"Starscream! Answer me! What in Cybertron's name is wrong with you!" Megatron waved his arms around, ripping the food filled bags a little.
"They're getting me frustrated! No stupid customer wants to be patient! They need to come work over her and see how well this stupid microphone really works. Which it doesn't!" Starscream waved his arms back, exclaiming every word of anger that came from his mouth in stress and frustration. He tried to defend himself with these excuses, but Megatron wouldn't have it.
Megatron whipped his arm to his side, pointing back up front, "Go get on fries and tell Cyclonus...I can't believe this," he shook his head in shame, "but tell Cyclonus to get in back drive. Cut off you link to the microphone and let him have it."
"What? But he'll...oh...never mind," Starscream disconnected from his microphone and walked passed his manager thinking, 'One day, I'll be manager and I'll have the say-so on all of this...'
Starscream walked over to the side of the grill farthest from the fry station, "Cyclonus! Megatron wants you in back drive!"
Everyone looked at the red and white bot with wide optics full of fear. Cyclonus grinned at Starscream and dropped his fry shovel, "YAY!" He jumped and cheered with joy, then ran around Starscream and into his new position.
"Megatron, you can't be serious," Hot Shot gawked at his purple and green manager in shock. "It's bad enough that Sideswipe is offering hugs to the customers in front drive."
"Shut up, Hot Shot. I'll take him out if I have to," Megatron growled and stepped into his small office across from the end of the grill and began to mess with papers.
Hot Shot looked at Optimus. The red and blue mech only shook his head in pity at the younger bot and continued to fix the burgers in the grill. He knew it was going to be really chaotic now that Cyclonus was in back drive.
Cyclonus giggled merrily to himself, punching in buttons on the two touch screens and handing people their change as he listened to the customers take their orders at the outside microphone. "Would you like fries with that?" Cyclonus giggled to himself with great pride that he was finally doing something other than fries again.
Cyclonus giggled merrily to himself, punching in buttons on the two screens and handing people their change as he listened to the customers take their orders at the outside microphone. "Would you like fries with that?" Cyclonus giggled to himself with great pride that he was finally doing something other than fries again.
"Uh...Doesn't the meal already come with fries?" the customer questioned in a confused one through the horribly crackling speaker.
Cyclonus sneered proudly, "They sure do, but I just wanted to say that. So do you want fries with that?"
"Okay, extra fry with the meal." Cyclonus began to press buttons on his touch screen.
"No! No! I don't want extra fries!"
"Okay, no fries."
"No! I want the fries that come with the meal!"
"So you do want fries with that?"
Bumblebee stood there and smiled to te few customers that remained in the lobby as he was fixed in front of his register. The rush had finally ended, and there weren't any more flocking bots all over the store. Sideswipe leaned out of the front drive window, trying to find out why no one was coming to get their food. Starscream watched the television screen that showed him the orders in drive-through, his optic twitching over the fact of that one stupid medium fry continued to appear and disappear.
What was going on?
Finally, they heard tires screeching and a red mini-van drive past the front drive window, and disappear in the town's streets.
"I didn't even get to ask him for a hug," Sideswipe whimpered, tears flowing down his face.