"Sparkplugs, axel grease, and crankcase oil, oh hear me spirits of the well of all sparks!"
The eight year old human girl says, waving her hands over a crystal ball, which is actually a snow globe with Sumdac Tower inside. Sari was teaching the Auto-bots about séances by performing one. She dressed up like a psychic; she wears a sky blue bandana on her head, silver, black, and gold bangles on her wrists, and a purple scarf draped around her shoulders. They were inside a large circular curtain made out of an old fumigation tent Bulkhead used for his ghost costume.
"This is ridiculous, there is no way an organic can summon ghosts because there are no such things, especially robot ghosts! If there are such things."
"Mute it Ratchet! You don't want to make them angry do you?"
Bulkhead said putting one claw up to his lips signaling Ratchet to be quiet. The doc-bot rolled his optics.
"Shhhhhh!"
They suddenly heard weird sound; it sounded like an out of tune violin played by a monkey. It scared Bulkhead right to his landing pads. Sari waved her hands over the snow globe again.
"It sounds like someone is calling us from…beyond the grave."
"Eep!" Bulkhead squealed. Ratchet gave him a stern look.
"I still don't believe it."
The grumpy red and white medic-bot said as he crossed his arms. Then a drop of motor oil fell on his head and trickled down his faceplate. The three looked up. There was an empty oil barrel hovering above them. Bulkhead's jaw nearly dropped and so did the barrel. It was about to crash into the concrete floor, but then it stopped a few inches before it landed for a few nano clicks. It spiraled around for a while and was smashed into the floor as though something was pounding it like an empty soda can.
"Now do you believe?"
Bulkhead yelled in a freaked out tone, shaking Ratchet by the shoulders. He still didn't believe it, because his facial expression hasn't changed.
"Sheesh Ratchet, what will it take you to believe in ghosts?"
"I'll believe it when I see it Sari."
"Okay you asked for it. Oh spirit of the well of all sparks, appear before us!"
Sari yelled raising her hands in the air. A white, green glowing robotic ghost with a scary tiki-like face swooped in. Bulkhead and Ratchet's optics grew big at the sight of the apparition.
"Ahhhhh!" Bulkhead screamed.
"T…t…that can't be real." Ratchet said nervously.
The ghost began to speak.
"Who disturbs me from my stasis?""
"He did it!" Bulkhead yelled pointing at Ratchet.
"What? You wanted to see a real séance!" Ratchet argued.
"Boo!"
Ratchet was about to hide under the table but Bulkehad pushed him out of the way. The doc-bot tumbled over and accidentally tore the curtain. And behind the curtain was Prowl using his Processor over Matter to make the ghost float. The ninja-bot lost his concentration and the ghost fell, along with it's tiki mask.
"Bumble Bee?"
"Hey doc-bot um gottcha." The young yellow hot shot covered in white paint said nervously. While Ratchet gave the pranksters an angry look, Bulkhead was still hiding under the table covering his optics with his servos.
"Is it gone?" The frightened big bot said.