A/N: Well, I suppose that this was needed! I write quite a few ficlets that I can't justify making individual stories, so I'll stick 'em all here! Title for this is from two things: 1) the CD of my favorite band TALLY HALL, who 2) named it after an awesome place in Michigan that is full of coin operated fun machines and toys. Both things are random and fun, which I hope these ficlets will be. :)

Most, if not all, of these are prompts I have been given by other people. Feel free to give me some! I can't guarantee I'll do them or if I do they will turn out like you plan, but hey, why not?

Disclaimer: Don't own!

Prompt: "And Jazz will see the evil me, not a joke, not a dork, not a failure. And he may cry, but his tears will dry when I hand him the keys to a shiny new Australia." (Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog) {559 words}

Prowl hovered at the door to Jazz's quarters, attempting to decide if coming in or leaving the saboteur in his grief would be a better idea. The other mech must have heard Prowl shift his pedes in indecision and looked up, motioning him to come in. As soon as Prowl took a seat next to him on his berth, Jazz looked down at his entwined hands, his visor glowing dimly. Prowl hesitated, clearly wanting to speak, but not knowing how to start. "I...Jazz, I'm sorry."

Jazz let a small smile come over his faceplates. "Yeah."

Prowl steeled himself. "I know that he meant a lot to you. It is unfathomable to me why one would sever a friendship with another over something so minor."

"Mighta been small change to you an' to me, but I guess not for Blaster," Jazz responded in a low murmur.

Prowl simply hummed noncommittally. Pausing again, Prowl thought of the possible outcomes of giving Jazz what he planned on. Would the saboteur see it as excessive and placating? Would he be insulted? Well, the only way to find out was to give it to him.

"Jazz, I have a gift for you."

Jazz looked up at that, his visor brightened significantly. "Aw, Prowl, ya didn't hafta to do anything--"

"No," Prowl interrupted while reaching into subspace, "I did. And I want you to appreciate this and see it as it is--I'm not attempting to...placate you in any manner."

Jazz's weak smile got a bit stronger. "Prowl, I know you wouldn't do that to me. What's got your servos in a twist?"

Prowl simply held out two large pieces of paper. Jazz took them in hand to read them. As he realized what, exactly, it was that he was holding, Jazz let out an incredulous laugh. "Prowl, you gotta be kiddin' me. A week off and two tickets to Australia?" Jazz looked up at Prowl with wonder writ clearly upon his face. "Who...how...what!"

Pleased with Jazz's positive reaction, Prowl smiled and explained, "Skyfire will take you there, and stay with you for excavation purposes. But otherwise, it's just you and some other lucky mech." As Jazz was still staring at him in wonder and some other emotion that Prowl was having trouble deciphering, Prowl decided to continue speaking before there was an awkward silence. "I know you've always wanted to go to Australia and I discussed it with Prime and he thought it was a great idea, so--"

Prowl was cut off by a tight hug from Jazz. "Thank you," he murmured, "This is the best thing I could get right now." Prowl basked in the physical closeness for a time, not wanting the rare moment where all guards were down to end. However, there was a question niggling at the forefront of his processor, and he didn't think he could handle not knowing.

"Jazz, who are you planning on taking with you?"

Jazz leaned back out of the embrace and looked up at Prowl incredulously. "Well, you, o' course!"

Prowl opened his arms and Jazz took the invitation for what it was, snuggling up close as possible.

"This'll be the best vacation ever," Jazz sang, and Prowl hummed in agreement. And maybe, away from the stresses of the ARK, something else, something that Prowl had been waiting for since as long as he could remember, could occur. It was all a matter of probability, and if all went according to plan, Jazz and he would not return as the separate entities they left as.