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Inferno whined softly, and paused. Whined? Why wasn't he talking? Quickly he turned, and found himself in the body of a dog. Inferno stared at his wagging tail, trying to figure out what had happened. One moment he had been on the Ark, chatting quietly with Red Alert in a rare moment of relaxation, and the next…
Inferno growled softly, and stepped foreword, his body naturally falling into the pattern of walking. "Red Alert, Red Alert!"
There was a soft noise from behind him, and Inferno turned, hackles rising. A small artic fox stepped out of the bushes. Due to the fact that it was near the end of summer, the coat was brown instead of the usual white, but the fox glared at him. "Red?"
The fox blinked, it's tail lashing. "Inferno? Is that you?"
Inferno stepped foreword, happily nuzzling his friend. "It's me. Do you know what had happened?"
"I believe it was Wheeljack's invention. Remember, he had come in with his newest idea. It was supposed to be a transporter."
"Yeah, but how did we get here?" Inferno asked, flopping down next to his friend. "I don't remember him ever creating something that could switch our bodies with something else, and where are we?"
"Inferno, look around you. Where do you suppose we are? We can be right outside of the Ark and not notice because we're too small." Red Alert said tartly, looking around the forest. "We need to get out of here."
Inferno rolled onto his back, asking, "What direction then?"
Red Alert sniffed, trying to sort out the different scents. "I can smell humans over there" he said, pointing with a paw. "We might as well try there."
Inferno rolled over and sat up, his tail wagging. He charged in the direction Red Alert pointed out, his own nose now catching the faint smell. Red Alert followed cautiously, keeping close to a tree or some sort of shelter he could use if needed.
Inferno slammed through the last few bushes, and found himself in a camping ground. In fact, there were still a few tents set up, but these were rapidly being taken down, as campers prepared to leave.
Inferno sat down, tail wagging, and waiting. A few children happened by at that moment, and rushed to him, each one wanting to pet the Dalmatian.
Inferno's tail wagged harder as they ran their hands across his sleek body, and he let out a soft woof of enjoyment when one began giving him a good scratch behind his ears."
"Enjoying yourself Inferno?"
Inferno's head turned to where Red alert lurked in the shadows, not entering the human encampment. "Come on out Red!" He called, tail wagging harder. "They won't hurt."
"Inferno, I'm a fox. If I come out, the humans will think I'm diseased, capture me, and no doubt destroy me."
Inferno fell silent, realizing what Red Alert had said was true. His tail stopped wagging for a moment, and his ears drooped miserably. The children even more vigorously petted him, one of them asking, "Why so sad doggie?"
Inferno allowed himself to be cheered up, and began asking for a tummy scratch, leaning against the humans legs. It was certainly interesting to have to look up at a human, instead of down.
Red Alert watched his friend being fussed over by the humans, and silently tried to figure out a way to get back to the Ark. He wondered what had happened exactly to the two of them.
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"Wheeljack. How many times do I have to tell you to test your experiments in the blast room?" Prowl asked, frustration tingeing his normally emotionless voice.
Wheeljack blushed, and looked at the ground. "I had! It worked fine in the blast room! I didn't expect it to malfunction once I got into the cafeteria."
"What were you doing in the cafeteria with it anyways?"
"I wanted to get some energon before I had to report to Prime, and Perceptor came in and asked me about it." Wheeljack said, about to launch into a long explanation.
Prowl cut him off. "Very well. How long will it take to reverse the effects?"
"If we can find the two, about three orns." Wheeljack said thoughtfully. "But I have no idea where they are, so it'll take awhile. We have to find them first."
"What do you mean, their lying in Ratchets room right now-" Prowl said, irritation rising within him.
"Their bodies, but I think I transferred their minds into an animal." Wheeljack said thoughtfully.
Prowl had known that today was going to be a bad day. He had known it when the stunned crew had watched Red Alert and Inferno get blasted and stopped moving completely. Some had wondered if the first casualties of the autobots would be from friendly fire.
Then, now came this. "How are we supposed to find two animals in the entire world? Two animals out of the billions. I cannot even begin to figure out the odds…"
"Doesn't matter. They'll come to us. They are still Autobots, just in the bodies of dogs, so we had best watch for any animals that might come in."
Prowl wondered for a few moments how he was supposed to announce to the crew that Red Alert and Inferno were animals, and that from here on out, no blasting of animals could be done, no matter how annoying because they might be the two mechs. "Very well. I'll let Jazz handle this." Prowl muttered. "He was always asking for a challenge."
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Poor Prowl, having to deal with this, especially while trying to deal with everything else at the same time. And Jazz, you just got a challenge of a lifetime.