Mr 4 demands a nightly bad accident story (how I fell from my bike was a favourite); but since he discovered the transformers, this has morphed slightly into a 'Transformers' Bad Accident story. This has been a good little exercise - and some of the stories have turned out satisfactorily too. I have invented the inept Decepticon Blunderbus, a bus who gets things comically wrong and actually forgot how to transform in one story. He is now in semi-retirement working permanently as a bus, something the autobots set up as a sort of doofus protection program.
So, two examples I wanted to write up. First:
"Starscream and Megatron were working on a new biomechanism, a new component, that would bring special powers and an additional transformation. Starscream secretly plotted against Megatron even then, and had rigged the component to make the third transformation a permanent transformation into a mattress! Megatron insisted that Starscream be the test candidate. Starscream demurred, claiming it was against his loyalty to gain powers over those of Megatron. Megatron really insisted, and Starscream was overcome with fear of his own surgery, and fainted. When he woke, the surgery was complete. He decided then that his best option would be to pretend he was trying to use the component but that it didn't work. Megatron was furious, and activated his secret modification to the component: a manual over-ride! Starscream screamed as he was transformed into a mattress. Megatron laughed. Then stretched out on the mattress."
Second,
"Optimus Prime had told RC and Bumblebee to clean up their rooms. To make it fun, they swapped. The combination of RC's deft judgment and Bumblebee's 'open-book' nature made her task organising his room a snap. She just picked up stuff and looked at it and decided where it would be most useful. Bumblebee, though, was having trouble. The more he tidied, the more he realised he didn't know RC very well. Lots of her things were hard for him to organise, because he didn't know why she kept them, what she loved about them. Somehow, though he had worked with her so long, she still seemed mysterious. In the end, he just made a small collection of rubbish (an old data-stick, some broken components) and stuck to putting things back on the nearest shelf. They stopped after an hour and swapped back. Bumblebee looked around his room with appreciation. RC came in and asked 'Where are my recordings? My photos, all my old photos.' Bumblebee shrugged ("Bumblebee can't Talk!") and came to help look. Eventually, RC found the old data-stick. "This is all my memories of Cybertron, the others of my type, like, my family." They looked through the collection together that afternoon. Bumblebee felt very pleased to know his good friend so much better."
