Transformation Complication

[Big Daddy]

Hey, everyone.

This is the crossover idea with Transformers that I'd mentioned in my "Greetings" thread. The title is a reference to one of my favorite episodes of FHFIF, "Emancipation Complication", and it came as a result of having extreme difficulty thinking up a perfect title for the fanfic.

It is loosely based on the plot of the upcoming movie, and it will obviously feature each and every character from the show, from Bloo and Mac to Cheese and Goo. In additional, characters from other Cartoon Network shows and some Nickelodeon ones will be involved also. For the additional CN programs, I want to pay an homage to the "Invaded" theme of last month with characters out of two of the four other shows from the special brought into the tale and three that weren't part of the theme but I'd like to be included like Class of 3000, Dexter's Laboratory, and Codename: Kids Next Door. And for the Nickelodeon shows involved, the only ones that came to mind was Jimmy Neutron and The Fairly Oddparents.

The plot of the story is the same as the one for the movie. Two groups of robots (one evil and the other good) come to Earth to find an alien object known as the Allspark, which is sort of like their afterlife. As they wage a fierce war between each other on the planet, the Foster's gang gets caught up in the mix, when a neighbor and friend of Mac's purchases a Pontiac Solstice (that's in reality an Autobot named Jazz) and shares it with everyone at the mansion. Only when Bloo sees it transform does things get out of hand, as he tries to convince everyone that they're being invaded (again!) by "Robot Guys". Of course, after the Cheese incident, no one is willing to take him seriously, at least until they discover reports of mechanical monsters attacking in certain parts of the world.

I basically just give characters of each show a certain role in the story that's either crucial to the main storyline or just back it up a little. For example, Jimmy Neutron helping the military find a way to defeat the Decepticons (the bad guys) and the Autobots (the good guys), while the KND assist the gang from Foster's, Endsville, the cul-de-sac, Little Five Points, and Dimmsdale into defeating just the Decepticons with further aid from the Autobots.

The story will be posted on this thread around the release of the film, so everyone can understand what's all going on. And if anyone feels like a few things could be changed to make it more enjoyable to read or not seem a little dumb in a way, let me know either around the film's release or sometime before it and I'll be happy to alter things.

Hope everyone will be looking forward to this fanfic and the movie itself.

[Big Daddy]

Hey again, everybody.

I'm sorry I haven't posted this story yet. I've been pretty busy recently, not just with personal matters, but creative differences as well. I've had to make some changes to the storyline and characters for the crossover, until I was satisfied with my decisions.

I'll try to have it up in .html format as soon as I can. In the meantime, check out the "teaser poster" for the story here:

[Big Daddy]

Here's the first chapter. It's not much, but it does give pretty good introduction to the main plot of this story.

Chapter One

?Miss Frances! Miss Frances! Miss Frances!?

Frankie Foster just wished for one day that dumb giant rabbit?created by her grandmother, Madame Foster?didn?t have to repeatedly say her name over the speaker like that?especially at nine o?clock in the morning, a time when she was just getting up.

?I?M COMIN?!!!!!? Frankie yelled as loud as her lungs could allow her.

That was all that it took to shut up Herriman. She never really liked screaming at other people like that. But ever since she was a teenager there at Foster?s Home For Imaginary Friends, she had to take care of the cooking, the cleaning, the laundry, running fundraisers, working as the handyman, driving the house residents around in the multicolored bus, and taking care of her grandmother?s foster friends?all while under the strict supervision of Mr. Herriman?it was understandable to come under such tremendous stress.

She basically had to pry herself out of bed that morning, because she was so exhausted from her previous day of duties (and the ones before that). Even as she made her way out of her room and into the bathroom down the hall of the second floor, her mind was still on the short but bizarre dream that she had overnight.

In the dream, she was somewhere far up north, traveling in what seemed like an old pirate ship that had gotten stuck in the ice. She was buried deep within a warm, protective greatcoat and led a group of men that chopped, gouged, and chipped away at the ice pressure ridge that had not only trapped their ship but lifted it up above the waterline, using axes and picks and an occasional dose of dynamite. The captain that Frankie apparently was in her dream had alternately praised those members of the crew who were working hard while also doing her best to keep up the morale of others whose strength and spirit were beginning to flag.

?Put your backs into it, lads, or we?ll be chopping ourselves a path all the way back to the States!? Frankie said in her dream, as the expedition?s huskies howled louder and louder, sounding more anxious. And, without warning, they suddenly broke ranks and sprinted off into the haze. Cursing under her breath when she learned what had happened, Captain Foster picked up her rifle and a nearby lantern and gave chase, taking the nearest of the crew with her.

Whatever it was that had drawn the dogs away from the shelter and safety of the ship?s side was not immediately discernible. Having stopped and gathered in a circle around the object of their interest, they stood there barking and squealing. From the unholy racket they were making, Foster could not tell if they were angry, expectant, or afraid. Forcing his way through the circle of wailing, agitated dogs, one of the sailors who had accompanied the captain knelt and began pushing snow from side to side.

?Whatever it is has upset them,? the man contended, ?it?s below the ice.?

?Nothing?s below the ice,? Foster muttered as she looked on. ?This area is frozen solid and frozen deep.?

As they were debating alternative explanations there came a roar like nothing any of them had ever heard, not even at the height of a nor?easter at sea. There was no warning. One minute they were on hands and knees scrabbling at the snow; the next the surface beneath them simply parted as if smashed open by a gigantic cleaver. One sailor nearly fell through, only to be caught at the last instant by his companions and pulled to safety. A lead sled dog was not so lucky. Its terrified whines shrank with distance as it slid downward and disappeared.

A devoted dog being more valuable than a questionable woman, an anxious Foster had put her rifle aside to reach out and make a grab for the wide-eyed husky. For an instant she had it, a fistful of thick fur clutched firmly in one gloved hand. And then she didn?t. She?d lost her grip?along with her footing.

Fortunately for both woman and dog, the fissure was no more than thirty feet deep and the wall tolerably slanted. Still, it was a swift slide downward, and both landed hard when they hit bottom. While she had lost her hold on the husky, sheer determination had allowed the captain to maintain her grasp on the kerosene lantern clutched tightly in her other hand. As she hit bottom the lantern?s metal base clanged against the surface underneath. Somehow it stayed lit.

Clanged? she thought. That wasn?t right. Metal striking ice made a much duller sound.

Dazed but otherwise unhurt, she rose slowly to her feet. Body and lantern and dog all seemed to be intact. Instead of running off, the frightened husky cowered close by, whimpering against her legs. Tilting her head back, Foster hastened to reassure the frantic shouts that were raining down on her from above.

?I?m okay, lads! Nothing damaged but my dignity. I?ve taken worse falls on the hills in New Hampshire!?

Her ready and hearty response brought forth sighs of relief and not a few chuckles. Having reassured the crew, she set about reassuring herself?and promptly failed. Her eyes widened as she looked down at her feet and saw what had produced the unexpected sound of metal lantern striking unknown surface.

She was not standing on ice. She was not standing on rock. Beneath her feet and revealed in the glow of the lantern was the unmistakable gleam of metal. But it was metal unlike any she had ever seen. As she paced the surface below her feet and studied it more closely she thought she could make out a shape.

She certainly did not expect to see a hand.

It was huge, and she was standing in the center of its upraised palm. Gripping the lantern tighter than ever, she raised it above her head. Was that something else, not underfoot but shining from the ice wall directly opposite? She took a step closer?and stumbled hurriedly back, gasping in shock.

The face that stared back at her was proportionate in size to the gigantic hand on which she was standing. Its mouth was open: perhaps in surprise, perhaps in a scream. Despite the obvious eyes and mouth the visage was only vaguely human. Mouth, eyes: these she recognized. But there was also much that was inhuman and bewildering. Taken together it was all very foreign and?frightening.

She took courage from the fact that whatever it was, it was dead?or at least unmoving. Advancing slowly, she reached out and wiped at the ice with a gloved hand. Frost melted beneath her warmth or was caught and swirled away by the breeze that now filled the open fissure. She looked harder, closer. There was some kind of symbol, embedded in the shape?

Pulling her small pickax from her belt, she started chopping at the ice. If she could get a better look at the symbol, she reasoned, she might be able to identify it, and if she could identify it she could possibly determine its origin. Ice flew in chips and then small blocks, as if it had been imperfectly frozen. All the better for her, then. As she dug deeper the outlines of the symbols grew clearer. They remained unrecognizable, though. Maybe a variety of Russian, she mused.

Again and again the pickax descended in smooth, measured strokes. She was settling into a rhythm now. From beneath the point of his relentless ax, a light suddenly burst forth, bright and intense as the sun that had not been seen in days. It was replete with signs and symbols the stunned captain had no time to appreciate. Dropping the ax, she screamed and staggered backward, clawing at the burning pain that seared her corneas. Her hands ripped away her spectacles and sent them flying across the floor of the fissure. Hearing her screams, the newly anxious men clustered around the rim of the fissure and shouted frantically downward.

Foster did not answer them. Dazed and trembling, she straightened and dropped her hands from her eyes. On the floor nearby, her glasses lay open and miraculously unbroken. Had she picked them up they would not have done her any good. Their formerly clear lenses had been imprinted with a fantastic array of minute and completely unintelligible symbols that were utterly alien and incomprehensible to anyone on Earth.

But that was not why they were now useless to her. The imprinting was far too small to be detected by the human eye. They were of no use because Foster?s corneas and pupils were gone, obliterated in a single blinding surgical flash, leaving behind only a whiteness as pure and harsh and unforgiving as the snow that continued to drift down into the open, forbidding wound in the ice?.

However, none of it had made any sense to 21-year-old Frances ?Frankie? Foster, who had neither recollection of ever having an ancestor that had gone on such a bizarre expedition nor one that was a female captain. She had no idea why a dream like that would enter her mind?she just dismissed it as a result of the heavy workload she?d been receiving as of late?either that or something she ate before going to bed. Either way, she had more matters to attend to, such as waiting for Blooregard Q. Kazoo to get out of the bathroom, so she could get to cleaning herself up and getting ready for more chores of the day.

Knocking fiercely on the door, Frankie shouted, ?BLOO!! WILL YA HURRY UP?! I HAVEN?T GOT ALL DAY!!!?

From inside the bathroom, Bloo responded, ?Relax, Frankie. Beauty such as mine should be handled delicately. You don?t want me to come out looking like some type of freak, do you??

?I?d rather stand seeing you as a freak than losing my bladder from combustion!!!?

The door to the bathroom had suddenly opened, allowing Bloo to stick his head out long enough to stare up at Frankie with a big smile on his face. ?Man! Would I love to see that!!? Seizing her opportunity as it came, Frankie kicked Bloo out of her way and dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. An angry Bloo then approached the door and began knocking more fiercely than Frankie had. ?Come onnnnnn, Frankie!! Let me in!! Let me in!!!?

?Ya snooze, ya loose, Bloo!?

?Oh, come on. That doesn?t even make any sense. I just got up!?

END OF CHAPTER ONE

I'll have another chapter up soon.

[Xroc88]

Very cool!!

Man i was always wondering what if transformers anf Foster's crossed over would be like. please put goo in the story too. I want her to fight megatron LOL

Heres a little soundtrack to get you pumped up for the next chapter.
Transformation Complication Score Sample

[Ignate]

Awesome. I'm looking forward to this.

[Big Daddy]

Thanks for the comments, guys. I'll try to have another chapter up soon (hopefully by the time the movie gets out on DVD).

Originally Posted by Xroc88

Heres a little soundtrack to get you pumped up for the next chapter.
Transformation Complication Score Sample

Hey, this is getting me pumped up for it! Thanks!

[KazooBloo]

I vote yes!