Bumblebee Transformer Talking Novels & Stories

Hindi siya nakontento kaya kumuha na siya ng blower. Bago pa man makapag-blower ay may humintong sasakyan sa labas at bumusina ito. Akala niya'y sa kapitbahay ito may sadya pero nang makarinig ng tatlong sunod-sunod na busina ay sumilip na siya sa labas. May asul na Raptor doon at pamilyar ang sasakyang 'yon. Hindi na siya nag-aksaya pa ng segundo at lumabas na para harapin ang dumating.

Azani said as he played with his toy figure. "Yeah, I think so too," Jameson said as he held Megatron and 'fought' with Azani's Optimus. "Really? I think I'm bumblebee," I said as I picked up my figurine and pushed it between the two. "Don't you think I'm bumblebee?" I asked Azani and he giggled shaking his head. "No, you're Optimus sissy," he said and I laughed. "Fine, but I still think I'm bumblebee, just saying," I kissed his temple and we carried on playing.

I yelled, furious because I had been tricked. "You thought you could control my mind with your flimsy new found powers? You must be kidding, bumblebee," he managed to speak between harsh breaths, struggling to let out his annoying and amused laughter. 'Such a jerk. Nothing has changed about him over the years. Stupid!' I cussed, staring at the screen, I didn't know what told me to try out the words 'bumblee' perhaps, it would just work, right? My fingers bagan typing through the keyboard as I wrote out the name then it unlocked!

She removed the watch from her wrist, disassembled it, and began reassembling its components. It was one of the hacking gadgets John had gifted her last time, fitting to use it now. Liam and Caleb watched, wide-eyed, like sheltered kids experiencing a whole new world. "Damn, you're telling me you can assemble a watch like that?" Caleb marveled, "Judging by the look of it, are you about to build an Iron Man suit or something?" "Are you dense?" Liam rolled his eyes at him, "The material clearly suggests it's going to transform into Optimus Prime!"

she chirped happily… My chest tightened. “A big uncle?” I repeated, my tone still soft, still calm, even though something inside me had already started to sink. Storm nodded eagerly, stepping forward like he had something even better to show. “He bought us toys too!” he said proudly, lifting up a bright yellow robot. “Look! Bumblebee!” He grinned widely, completely excited, completely unaware. My eyes lingered on the toy for a second. Then slowly… lifted. “A big uncle…” I repeated again, quieter this time.

Chadd says, "Shocker had an idea but he's going to need all of our help. Clementine, you're with me. Honey, can you get the two together?" "Aye-aye," I say, slapping my hand against my forehead. I switch to the explosive side of my Boomstick and start shooting at both of the serpecydsises. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!" A large pink cloud forms in the ruined temple as I shoot. It rains glitter as the two serpecydsises try to attack me. However, as soon as one of them even tries to attack, I fire a bomb and their mouths catch on fire.

“Sure.” We took a seat in the living room while waiting for Jaykee to come out. He was indeed bringing out with him a huge toy robot. “Who’s this, Jaykee?” Ara asked, stroking the robot’s head. “Bumble Bee.” “Oh, how cute!” I exclaimed, but honestly, I knew nothing about toy robots. “Yeah. One of the Transformer models,” Ara replied.

“Transformer.” I squinted. “Max, you have twenty-three Transformers. We counted yesterday.” “But this one’s different!” Max quickly countered. “That one was a truck. This one... is also a truck. But it’s gray! And it can fly. Maybe.” “Maybe?” Max nodded confidently. “It has wings! I saw on G****e. And I still don’t have the Christmas edition Bumblebee that sings! If I don’t get it... the world will be unbalanced. And I won’t be able to save humanity from destruction.”

“What if that tree comes back? Or... what if it never left and didn't really die?” The leaves rustled above me like they didn’t want to answer. Or maybe they didn’t know. Then I heard footsteps. “You always run off here when you’re broody,” Johanis said, flopping down beside me with a stick in his hand like it was a sword. “I’m not broody,” I mumbled. “You’re literally talking to a stuffed bee.” “Mr. Bumble is a veteran.” “Oh, sorry,” he said solemnly. “Thank you for your service, sir.”

Just as Eva finished speaking, the beetle rose from her hand and started to make a buzzing noise. “Bzzzzzz………bzzzzzz……..bzzzzz”