"That was a good one, but not much will top the time Springer painted "Tight aft" on Prowl."
"There was lots of good pranks that day..."
"What about the time Prowl wrote 'Ironhide was here' on your aft? That was better."
"The best I did, no one ever thought was mine." Every bot started at Optimus' interjection.
"You?" Sideswipe lifted an optic ridge.
"Pranked?" His twin finished his thought.
"I was young at one point. You guys don't have a monopoly on youth."
Everyone tried to imagine the Prime as a youngling. None came close to the fun loving bitlet who ran around with Ariel and Dion, pranking bots.
"Now, back to my prank," the Prime smirked.
"I had just reached my vorn majority..."
Ariel convinced me to follow her to the common room at our university.
Dion was waiting for us, with various pranking supplies. He explained the plan, coerced me into helping plot, and we had the makings of an epic prank.
First, we decided to prank 5 different teachers. I didn't like our art teacher, Sundance, Dion despised his defence instructor, Sentinel Minor, Ariel had something against Darkfang and no one liked SwiftKick or Waspinator.
So, what is one thing all superiors hate? Bots screwing with their paint job. So we voted to tar and feather them.
Hot pink was every bots favorite color to prank with. We used lime green.
We spread slow drying glue on their chairs, and rigged a drone to pour more over them while they couldn't move, then layer them with lime green feathers. They weren't done too well, though, cause none of us were programmers. Later we came back and-"
"I remember that one!" Jazz cried, "Everyone thought it was me because you stuck the Meister calling card to their backs!"
Prime looked smug. "And you all are the first to know it wasn't Jazz. Consider yourselves privileged."
Optimus turned and walked out of the room. The silence that followed was deafening.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Kwanzaa, Happy December, Happy Whatever-Holidays-I-Missed!