alright....i'm a little frightened. I haven't written a fanscript before, and it's leaning a little bit towards the fanfic side with it's paragraphing but otherwise seems okay! hope you enjoy.
sidenote: i edited a few things while taking photos of the draft so if something looks weird then ignore it lol.
especially ignore the fact that cul-de-sac is spelt weird, it wouldn't let me write it normally without capitalizing it. AND it's kind of cheeks but bear with me.
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Foreword: - Well, friends, it's been a long time comin'. I'd been writing this fan script for years, and have been battling this and the previous infernal laptop in trying to somehow get a link to work for the past year or so. And finally, I've figured it out. To give you a reference, I finished it around Rise of The Beasts. But hopefully it all works now.
A little background on this project, up until recently, Bee'18 had been my favourite movie of all time. It brought me so much joy and hope. It showed us that these movies can be good, charming, and genuine. I felt the love letter to the fans in its DNA, and it inspired me. Here laid proof that these movies can be more than blockbuster slop, full of college dudebro humour, racist caricatures, pro-USmilitary propaganda, and perverse male fantasies. Here stood a movie with a heart, genuine, made by someone who genuinely loved this franchise as much as we did. Someone who didn't mock the audience, the source material, and spat in our faces. Here stood before me a movie that wasn't just good on a critical level, but on a moral one too. I loved it. So much so that I decided to write a fan sequel to it. Dethroned only by Transformers One.
And it turns out I really like writing screenplays, huh, who knew, it's technically my first one, so it's a tad crude, no doubt. But it's made with 100% genuine love. And now that I know how to actually share these, I'm definitely going to make more.
Above this foreword is the link to the full script on Imgur. I truly hope you enjoy, and feel the love through your screen the same way I did with Bee'18. And please, please, please, let me know what you think - comments are what we fanfic writers live for. Let me know what you thought, I'd love to see what you have to say, both new and old fans. I'd love to have some fun conversations in the comments. Thank you for reading, and I hope you have a wonderful day :)
Logline: - Cybertron has fallen. The Decepticons have won. The Autobot forces have been scattered across the stars. However, Bumblebee has managed to establish a fallback base on Earth. Now, it is up to him, Optimus Prime, and their band of Autobot refugees to reunite the shattered Autobot forces and take back their homeworld. That is, if they survive the Decepticons that followed them first.
In short; The Autobots wage their battles to destroy the evil forces of The Decepticons!
Late to the trend and can’t promise I’ll keep up to date on this, but I figured this year I could give @strawbeaniie ‘s f/obruary a shot! I’m working on a Binary System Valentine’s oneshot as well, so who knows which will come out on top. But, here in the now, we have an oldie but a goodie, Rudy’s first night at Fenwood Boarding House.
Day 1: Matchmaker
WES: What is taking them so long? They should be back by now.
RIKKI: I mean, Rudy just got here, like, twenty minutes ago. Very real chance he’s lost.
WES: That doesn’t explain Abbie and Lily. They know the house, there’s no reason they should still be up there.
RIKKI: I don’t know, Wes. It’s dark in here, anyone could get turned around. Except maybe you.
WES: What do you mean?
RIKKI: It’s just… you always seem to know where everything is. Like, to an almost disturbing degree.
WES: (agitated) I do work here, Rikki. Of course I know where everything is.
RIKKI: (hands up) Yeah, yeah, no, you’re right. (beat, sigh) They really have been gone too long. I should probably check on them.
WES: I can do it.
RIKKI: Wes, I’m not sending a kid up there to go walking around in a tornado. I can handle it.
WES: But you don’t know the layout like I do. And they took the flashlight, I know the place better than you, I’ll have a better chance of finding them in the dark.
DOT: Maybe I can go looking.
RIKKI: Dottie. No. Just… no.
DOT: What? I can use my crutches like those blind people sticks. I can just go around til I smack someone in the ankle.
WES: Okay, look. I’m going. Rikki, you stay with Dottie. I’ll be right back.
DOT: (spooky) That’s what they all say.
RIKKI: …fine. Just be careful, okay?
WES: I will.
WES ASCENDS THE STAIRS, LEAVING DOT AND RIKKI SITTING IN AWKWARD SILENCE.
DOT: (leading) So… that Rudy, huh?
RIKKI: Uh, yeah, he seems pretty cool.
DOT: Does he now?
RIKKI: Yeah, he has a good vibe to him. And at least so far, he’s fun to talk to. Don’t meet a lot of people like him. He’s… interesting.
DOT: Oh, I can tell you’re very interested, alright.
RIKKI: (catching on) Would you settle down? I just met the man, and he’s like my age and a half.
DOT: Wouldn’t have stopped me at your age.
RIKKI: That’s not the endorsement you seem to think it is.
DOT: Y’know, I can always say I overbooked and move him into your room instead-
RIKKI: Okay, no, we aren’t doing this, I am actively refusing to do this. The guy is cool, that’s all I’m saying. He’s smart and funny, and I like him. (seeing Dot’s grin) Just- not like that!
DOT: Sure you don’t. Well, offer still stands. It’s an old house, and this is a real nasty storm. Your room could wind up with water damage or some such bullshit and I’d have no choice but to put you up with someone else.
RIKKI: Don’t you have a radio to fix? How about we focus on that instead of my love life.
DOT: Hey, I never said anything about love-
RIKKI: (snapping) Just drop it, would you?!
DOT: Woah, okay, okay, I’m dropping it. Sheesh. (beat) We’ll never find you a husband at this rate.
Sonic: Ok, SonadowForever asks... Oh boy we're really gonna answer this... with the username? Alright ... Shadow why are you - hehe - aha, sorry, it says, Shadow why are you so gay? Haha... Well that's presumptuous heh that's a BOLD question. You can't (snorts) Hahaha oh my Chaos, SonadowForever, you can't just ask people why they're gay!
Shadow: Because Sonic is very handsome.
Sonic: Haha what, excuse me Shadow... Pfffft what???
Amy Rose: So... You are gay then? If you don't mind me asking.
Shadow: Yes.
Sonic: (snort) HAHAHEHEHE --- (high-pitched) LGBT for the win?!
Shadow: For Sonic.
Sonic: Ah haha whoa there haha... Wait, are you... You weren't joking before? What does that even mean?
Sonic: Shadow? Just gonna... Leave that hanging there? .... uh... ok.
Sonic: Since we're sharing heh... I'm Bisexual. Not too picky, I go where the wind takes me... Yeah...
Sonic [barely audible]: (((Right now it's taking me toward Shadow... Hi there~)))
Shadow [barely audible]: (((...Sonic?)))
Amy Rose: I prefer boys but I like to keep an open mind. For the possibilities. Your soulmate is your soulmate.
Knuckles: Yeah uh... I dunno never really thought about it. Whoever catches my eye, but I'm usually too busy keeping an eye on the Master Emerald. There is a special lady who’s been on my mind though...
Amy Rose: Ooh I think I know who...
Tails: Me too, hehe.
Knuckles: No you don't!
Tails: I’m not really interested in romance yet, if it happens. I'm focused on inventing and helping the team.
Eggman: Ah.. I'm straight.. I think. But not really looking to date right now. Feel a little awkward after all of that...
Amy Rose: Oh don't feel awkward! Everyone is valid. As long as you don't make others feel bad about themselves.
Knuckles: Is it me or did Sonic get really quiet?
Amy Rose: Yeah what is he - ah.. haha oh. Knuckles cover Tails’ eyes, quickly!
Tails: Huh?!
Sonic: Oh this thing was still going? Haha... woops.
Shadow: In regards to the answer Knuckles gave... Do I need to get the shovel ready? I'm not her father but... Close enough.
Sonic: It's shovel TALK, Shadow. It's an expression. No actual shovels are involved.
Shadow: Not if I have anything to say about it.
Sonic: Well anyway! Thanks for the question... SonadowForever... really eye opening... heheh.
Sonic [barely audible]: (((What if, heh, you couldn't say anything, eh, Shadow?)))
Amy Rose: Oh brother, does anyone have a spray bottle?
Eggman: Here you go. I don't need to see that again.
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A season that started with high hopes is already falling apart.
Three managers. Zero wins. A locker room that won’t hold together.
Rebecca Welton has made a lot of bold choices in her time. But this one?
This one might be the riskiest yet.
Because when the flight lands at Heathrow, it’s not just about who’s coming back.
It’s about who’s arriving for the first time.
And Richmond? Richmond isn’t ready.
It all starts here.
FADE IN:
INT. HEATHROW AIRPORT - TERMINAL 5 - DAY
The usual business traveler chaos. SUITS and BRIEFCASES move in practiced patterns through the arrivals hall. Suddenly, the ordered flow breaks—
QUICK CUTS of travelers stepping aside, briefcases jerking away, coffee cups teetering.
LOW ANGLE on a pair of UNTIED RED CONVERSE, moving with controlled chaos through the crowd. They stop, start, weave—a dance all their own.
TRACK WITH the shoes to reveal an oversized BACKPACK bouncing above them. Patches and pins flutter: a small ARGENTINE FLAG, a worn MARADONA sticker, a plush FOOTBALL dangling from the zipper. The bag's too big for its unseen owner.
TILT DOWN to the Converse again as they pick up speed—
BAM! They screech to a halt in front of polished SECURITY BOOTS.
ANGLE ON the SECURITY GUARD (50s), looking down at someone we still can't see.
SECURITY GUARD
No running in the terminal.
(beat)
Where are your parents?
The sound of CLICKING HEELS approaches rapidly. KEELEY JONES hurries into frame, slightly out of breath but perfectly put together.
KEELEY
So sorry! Bloody London traffic.
(to the guard)
It's alright, I'm from Richmond AFC.
We've got it sorted.
She looks down at our mystery arrival, her face softening.
KEELEY (CONT'D)
How was your flight, love?
Richmond AFC has seen its share of surprises.
This one’s just getting started.
📖 Read the full script here
🔹 No spoilers. Let’s see who figures it out first.
A SPACESHIP beeps as it passes through a dark starry background.
Sudden cut back - the toy spaceship dangles in front of a cardboard backdrop. TOM, EDD, MATT and LAUREL are shooting SPACECATS. RINGO dangles from the ceiling with a jar over its head.
TOM throws a TOY MISSILE.
LAUREL
(GASPS)
They're attacking!
The TOY MISSILE hits LAUREL in the face, bounding off.
LAUREL
Ouch! That nearly went in my eye!
TOM shrugs.
TOM
Eh.
RINGO meows. The rope suspending it snaps and the cat drops to the floor with a yowl.
EDD
Matt! You were supposed to rig that properly!
MATT
I did! Ringo must have chewed on it.
EDD
He didn't chew anything, he's wearing his helmet.
MATT
Cats might be able to chew through helmets. You don't know.
EDD
Nothing can chew through a helmet!
At foot level, RINGO shakes itself and meows, walks off as the boys bicker.
Crossing the house, we see the wall that eventually displays all their adventure trophies, first gains on display: FISH JAR, MATT DOLL, VAMPIRE BAT MATT, MILITARY HAT, TOMMEE BEAR, DON'T MUG ME, etc.
On the other side of the house, RINGO leaps up onto the windowsill and stares out - huge broad sky overhead. Slow panning out.
Day turns to night, to day, to night, etc
EDD'S APARTMENT - Present
RINGO lies on EDDs lap, purring as it's patted. The TRIO watch the TV.
TV REPORTER
Infection is spreading across the nation at an increasing speed. We go live to Downing Street where the Prime Minister is making a statement.
On the TV, PRIME MINISTER BORRY ZONSON stands before a podium. He has a bandaged arm.
BORRY ZONSON
Britain has no reason to fear this silly little disease! I have gone out and met the good people out on our streets and shaken their hands! It is my view that-
BORRY ZONSON suddenly starts turning green and growling. He lunges at the nearby BSL Interperater. People scream.
Silhouette of the violence reflects on RINGO's gleaming eyes.
TOM
Ugh! Put something else on.
EDD
But I think this might be important.
TOM
They can't tell us anything new. This stupid zombie plague feels like it’s been going on forever.
MATT
Yeah. Like, nearly twenty years.
They all nod.
EDD
But it might be an important update!
TOM
It's not like we can do anything. All we can do is stay inside, have a pint, and wait for this all to blow over.
EDD groans and sinks down in his seat.
EDD
Fine. Pandemic more like pan-dumb-ic, right guys?
MATT
Eyy.
EDD clicks the remote. A BACON COLA ad plays.
Another click. The channel changes to a man holding an armful of assorted animals.
CHESTER
And this handsome lad is Lyle!
RINGO growls.
EDD clicks the remote again. The channel changes to a dating show.
MATT
Oh, I love this show!
TOM
Ugh!
TOM throws his FLASK. It smashes the TV screen. The flask lands in a pile of EMPTY BOTTLES.
EDD
Uh, Tom? Do you think your drinking habit might have got a little out of control?
TOM
No.
EDD
Matt, what do you think?
MATT
We've all been indulging in hobbies while we've been stuck in! Like my home movies.
MATT'S APARTMENT
Cut to MATT's bedroom where a camera is set up facing the bed. There are roses, burning incense, velvety pillows etc and a framed photo of MATT painted like a French girl above the bed.
EDD’S APARTMENT
But back to the trio. EDD looks uncomfortable.
EDD
Uh. Yeah. Anyway... Help me clean this mess up.
TOM grunts and takes out a second flask, then drinks.
EDD and MATT sweep the smashed pieces into a bag. EDD sweeps pieces directly onto MATT'S fingers and he yelps.
EDD and MATT (with bandaged hands) carefully lift the broken TV while TOM and RINGO stay on the sofa and watch. MATT loses grip and the TV swings down and hits EDD in the leg. He shouts in pain and glares at MATT, who backs off.
All the bits are finally stuffed haphazardly into a comically too-small dustbin.
EDD
I guess we need to get a new TV.
MATT
But how are we going to do that? We're not supposed to go outside.
EDD
It'll be fine as long as we stay protected.
OUTSIDE - STREET
EDD, MATT and TOM all make their way down the street in colour-coded "hazmat" style suits.
RINGO watches from the window.
EDD'S APARTMENT
RINGO jumps down from the windowsill and scurries across the apartment. It reaches a bookshelf, nudges behind it to reveal a low hole in the wall. RINGO squeezes through it into-
MATT'S APARTMENT
-MATT'S BEDROOM. RINGO continues across the room and jumps onto a large LOCKED CHEST to reach the ajar window. It squeezes out of the gap-
OUTSIDE - ROOFTOP
-and scales a fire-exit ladder to the rooftop. RINGO looks up to the sky and meows.
EDUARDO'S SATELLITE in the background flashes a few times. Waves sent up from the antennae.
SPACE
A floating SPACESHIP hovers above EARTH. Lights on its surface flicker. SPACE DEBRIS floats past.
The waves reach the SPACESHIP. The lights flicker many colours and the ship beeps. The ship moves out of sight...
