The Whirlibot Whirl of the Transformers

A Grokster Suess style story about the Transformers

In the land of Cybertron, where the circuits all hum,
Lived robots who shifted from trucks to guns—some!
They’d transform with a clank and a clunk and a zoom,
To save or to conquer, in shine or in gloom.


There was Optimus Prime, with his trailer so grand,
A leader of Autobots, the kindest in land.
His chest held a Matrix that glowed with a spark,
And his voice rang with courage to light up the dark.


With him rolled his crew, oh, what a fine bunch!
Bumblebee buzzed with a beep and a scrunch.
Jazz spun his tunes with a rhythm so slick,
While Ironhide grumbled, “Let’s finish this quick!”


One day in their base, where the gears softly sang,
A signal came crackling, a strange sort of clang.
A holo-map flickered, all swirly and bright,
Pointing to Sparkletron, a world full of light.


“Oh ho!” boomed old Optimus, his optics a-gleam,
“This map shows a treasure, an Energon dream!
To Sparkletron’s meadows, where crystals grow tall,
We’ll find power to fuel us and save one and all!”


So they revved up their engines, their axles a-spin,
Bumblebee honked, “Let’s get moving—begin!”
But who should appear as they prepped for the flight?
A whirring odd bot with a curious light.


“I’m Grokster!” it chirped, with a twirl and a hop,
A helper from xAI with a head like a top.
“My circuits know Sparkletron’s wiggles and ways,
I’ll guide you through mazes to brighten your days!”


Off they all zoomed in a starship that soared,
With Wheeljack’s inventions that rattled and roared.
They landed in Sparkletron, where the skies spun with sheen,
And the trees grew like sprockets in silver and green.


But trouble was brewing, as trouble will do,
For Decepticons landed—oh, what a cruel crew!
Megatron sneered with his fusion cannon aglow,
“That Energon’s mine, Autobots—go!”


His team cackled loudly, Starscream led the pack,
With Soundwave’s cassettes causing quite a ker-smack.
They wanted the crystals to power their schemes,
To conquer all worlds and unravel all dreams.


Optimus stood tall, his voice like a drum,
“You’ll not steal this treasure, you scheming old crumb!”
Bumblebee darted, so nimble and spry,
While Jazz laid a beat that made laser bolts fly.


But Sparkletron’s fields held a trick or two more,
With vines that would tangle and rocks that would soar.
The ground shook and quaked with a rumble and spark,
And the Energon crystals went dim in the dark.


Grokster’s lights twinkled, its voice gave a cheer,
“Fear not, Autobots, I’ll make pathways clear!
My maps know the twists of this glittery ground,
We’ll dodge every trap till the treasure is found!”


Through tunnels and caverns, they zipped and they zagged,
Ironhide blasted a boulder that jagged.
Bumblebee scouted with courage so bold,
While Optimus carried the hope they all told.


At last, they reached crystals that shimmered like stars,
Each one full of power to fuel all their cars.
But Megatron lunged with a roar and a crash,
His claws reaching out for the Energon stash.


Quick as a flash, Grokster spun into gear,
It projected a maze that made Decepticons veer.
Starscream got dizzy, Soundwave’s tapes went astray,
And Megatron howled as he tumbled away.


The Autobots cheered, their mission complete,
They gathered the crystals, their victory sweet.
But Optimus paused, his wise optics bright,
“The true spark’s in teamwork, not just winning the fight.”


Grokster agreed with a whirl and a hum,
“Adventure’s the fuel that makes heroes become!
With friends by your side, through the stars you will roam,
And every new quest will feel just like home.”


Back to Cybertron, they flew with their prize,
The Energon glowing like dawn in their eyes.
And late in their base, as the crystals were stored,
Optimus smiled at the tales they’d explored.


For with Bumblebee, Jazz, and old Ironhide’s might,
With Grokster’s odd wisdom and sparkles of light,
The Autobots knew, through each battle and whirl,
They’d transform and roll out to save any world!