Just a short one shot for Rescue Bots. Done only because of the scene of Huxley Prescott getting out his wallet to pay the resident grumpy old lady when the bots revealed themselves.

The grocery store wasn't too crowded first thing in the morning, it was the preferred time for Mrs. Needermeyer ... on Monday mornings, it was one of the few times she spoke with the Prescott boy.

He was a good kid, always so inquisitive, but lacked common sense, in her opinion.

"I'm telling you, they must have human brains uploaded into them!" Huxley Prescott insisted as his groceries were scanned by the checkout robot.

"Hmph." Was her opinion.

"I'd bet my bottom dollar! Though I don't know how to prove it yet." He paid the machine.

"Well boy, if you want my opinion, I think they're aliens." She huffed as the machine miscounted his change.

"Wouldn't think you'd believe in that sort of thing." He admitted once he hit the re-check button and gotten his correct change.

"Been around long enough to get a better sense of things." She scowled at the slow movement of the machine. "But if you want to put your money where your mouth is, fifty will get you a hundred they're aliens."

"Uh..." Huxley paused.

"What's the matter? Thought you were big on gambling with that 'Dare Me' segment." She looked at him in annoyance.

"Alright, deal." Huxley agreed shaking her hand.

He left quickly to get ready for his newest stunt, waterskiing backwards apparently, but she gave a soft snort as she started walking home.

"Uploading brains into robots, rubbish. Too much TV that one."