"Bee, that is a house. How many times do I have to tell you, they are not for running through, you run around the houses!"

Bee looked at Sam quickly and made an apologetic sound before he began firing at the Decepticons. These particular model of Decepticon weren't very big, but there were about a dozen of them, popping up all over the beach. What they could have possibly wanted with Sam was beyond him, but right now that didn't matter.

"We need a phone," he said to Coraline, panting as his heart pounded in his chest. As messed up as it seemed, he was glad that she was there, she was good at thinking quickly.

"We need to make a call."