It was early morning in Detroit. In the garbage dump, the sun was rising above a huge pile of garbage. As it rose, an orange mechanoid's optics flickered on. This was Wreck-Gar. "Good morning, world!" Ever since the other Autobots had left Earth, Wreck-Gar was Detroit's remaining protector and best garbage-bot. Wreck-Gar didn't mind being all alone; he had three friends: Bibendum, a Transformer-sized statue constructed of tires; Bumblebee Jr, an old compact car that Wreck-Gar had re-assembled into a statue of his friend Bumblebee; and Nancy, a statue made of pipes with a tv acting as her head that had a picture of the face of Wreck-Gar's favorite movie star Nancy Hogg taped to its screen. "Wake up, time to rise and shine!" Wreck-Gar's three friends said nothing, and just stood there. Wreck-Gar stood still for a moment, and then smiled.
"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!" Wreck-Gar took a frying pan out of his garbage backpack, containing two eggs and a strip of bacon. He started flipping them over, when they all flew right into the faces of Wreck-Gar's friends. "Whoops! Better clean that up? Let's see..." Wreck-Gar pulled out a microwave oven. "Nope!" he said, as he tossed it aside. Wreck-Gar than found a toy sword. "Nuh-uh!" He casually thre it behind him. Finally, he found what he needed: a tabelcoth, just the right size for wiping off the food from his friends faces. "There we go!" Wreck-Gar finished cleaning his friends up, when he heard an explosion. "Oh, boy! Fireworks!" Wreck-Gar transformed into his garbage truck mode and motored off in the direction of the explosion.
"Take this, naughty comic book shop! And that!" A short girl, apparently five years old, rode a flying unicron. "Get ready, Powedered Sugar, this time, we're going to zap those naughty comics writers signing autographs! Teeheehee!" Suddenly, right when the laser in the unicron's horn was about to fire, a paint can landed on the horn, causing the unicron and its munchkin mistress to be sent flying backwards into a building! "I'm not sure how fireworks work, but I'm pretty sure... Oooh, look! They have the newest issue of Robot Master!" Wreck-Gar picked up the tiny comic book and reached inside his backpack for a magnifying glass. "As Circuit Breaker flew forward, Robot Master's metallic minions laid waste to the city around them, and the city was- YEOW!" He saw he had just been scorched by a bolt from a wand. "Out of the way, you big, nasty robot!" Professor Princess pointed her still smoking wand at Wreck-Gar, ready to fire another rainbow-colored blast!
"I don't think you're playing nice. Shouldn't a kid like you be in school?" Wreck-Gar grabbed Professor Princess by the back of her shirt, and dragged her off to the nearest bus stop. "You can't do this to me, you big naughty robot! I was just trying to protect other kids from those nasty comics that my daddy doesn't like! Let me go!" Wreck-Gar smiled. "Okay!" He then peeled off the roof of a schoolbus, and dropped the tiny terror in there, sealing the roof with a welding torch. Professor Princess pounded on the back windshield, yelling at the big mean battle toy that just ruined her plan. Wreck-Gar, however, headed back to his dump, where, under the watchful eyes of his friends, took a well-deserved rest watching his favorite show. "Oh, boy! The Weird Al show is on TV Land!"