Wrath of the Futurebots

by Liam Eagle

Interior, laundry room. Present day. Two futurebots are gathered around the washer and dryer of a typical family home. There are some shirts hanging from a home-made clothesline.

FIRST FUTUREBOT: The dryer. Break it.

SECOND FUTUREBOT: [Squinting maliciously through metal eyelids, he reaches behind the dryer, grabs an important part and, with a sharp noise, twists it loose] Stupid humans.

FIRST FUTUREBOT: [Laughs an evil chuckle] Excellent.

SECOND FUTUREBOT: They'll never believe this.

FIRST FUTUREBOT: Their simple flesh minds can't possibly understand...

COMMANDERBOT: [His voice comes crackling in over the communicron] Futurebot 7! Come in, this is urgent!

FIRST FUTUREBOT: [Suddenly frightened] Yes commander, this is Futurebot 7.

COMMANDERBOT: What are you doing? You and Futurebot 8 are to return to your post immediately!

FIRST FUTUREBOT: Yes sir, commander. Right away.

COMMANDERBOT: I don't have to tell you, Futurebot 7, that futurebots on dinosaur watch are forbidden to leave their posts. The safety of Futurebot City depends on it. What if the dinosaurs had gathered their forces and attacked the eastern border while you two idiots were off in the past, playing your silly tricks? Well, I'll tell you what! We would all be in a lot... [Commanderbot's voice is suddenly cut off by a tremendous crash. Over the communicron, we hear the bloodthirsty shriek of an enraged battlesaurus. The line goes silent]

SECOND FUTUREBOT: Commander!

FIRST FUTUREBOT: What have we done?

[Both futurebots activate their time travulators and warp out to the future]

WOMAN: [Opens the door to the laundry room, and enters. She opens the washing machine and removes the clothes inside, placing them in the dryer. She closes the dryer door and tries to turn it on, but it is broken]