AN: Wow, I have been gone a LONG time. I don't even have a good reason either! Guess it's just cabin fever. I seriously need to get out more. Ah who'm I kidding? This stuff's just too much fun. Though, with school and all I'm probably not gonna be able to do my daily uploads like I used to. Oh, and this issue's the issue where we finally get to see the long awaited Auto-Cycles! Yeah I'm not so great at naming. I'll think of something though. Anyway, enjoy!

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"This is a waste of time," Bumblebee boredly sighed as the Auto-Rover drove through the Detroit streets, "We're never gonna find that AllSpark fragment."

"The signal was coming from this sector," Optimus said, "And if we can track it, so can the Decepticons." Just then, several cars zoomed past the Auto-Rover.

"What's their hurry?" Ratchet grumbled. Several camerabots flew above them and followed the cars.

"Hey, I know those cars," Bulkhead pointed, "They're Street Demons! Me and Sari watch 'em race on TV all the time."

"Amateurs," Bumblebee smirked, "I'll show 'em a real street demon!" Bumblebee opened the rover's backdoor, activated his motorized "heel-wheelz" (as he calls them) and jumped out. He skated past the rover and three of the cars and waved as he got closer to the lead. Unbeknownst to him though, a blue racecar sped by the Street Demons instantly. Two of the Demons tried to block the blue racer, but it easily smacked them out of the way sending them spinning. One of them slammed into a rail and flipped onto its side. The Auto-Rover then stopped next to the two cars. Then, the blue racer pulled up next to Bumblebee then sped past.

"So, you wanna drag do ya?!" Bumblebee challenged. He activated his stingers and jumped onto a rail. He magnetically charged it and his soles so that it would propel him forward.

"Not now. Those driver's need help," Optimus called over the comlink.

"But I can catch this guy!" Bumblebee protested. The blue racer then quickly revved away in a cloud of smoke that caused Bumblebee to trip up and fall off the railing. He rolled down the road for several feet before stopping. He felt a stinging pain on his arms and cheek and noticed a large rip in his favorite jacket. "Ugh! Do these people have any idea how much this jacket—ah! Ow! Ow." He rubbed a large scrape on his knee and cheek. He then looked down to his dismay to see that his shoes were still magnetically bonded to the metal rail.

Meanwhile, Optimus sprayed a fire on a car's engine with the foam in his gauntlets. Prowl walked to the driver's window.

"Think calm thoughts," he told her.

"And don't move!" Ratchet advised. Prowl revealed his shuriken and slashed the car's roof in half then cut the seatbelt. Bulkhead went over to the other car. He tied the cable of his wrecking ball to the side-turned car and the other end of the cable to the opposite end of the road. He pressed a button, and the cable began to pull inside its handle. Bulkhead pushed the car and soon enough the combined efforts pulled the car back right-side-up. He picked up his wrecking ball, and tapped the window with it causing it to break into small pieces and fall on the racer's lap.

"Hey," Bulkhead greeted, "Can I have your autograph? It's for my friend, Sari." The blonde racer groaned painfully in response then looked at his arm. "Uh, I think this one needs to see a 'veh-tree-narian' ."

"You mean a hospital?" Optimus corrected.

"You mean a prison ward!" Captain Fanzone entered the scene, "Matter of fact, I'm arresting both of these rocket jockeys!" The remaining racers were then put in a police car with the blonde racer being placed in an ambulance for a broken arm. "I've been after them for weeks. They're part of an underground racing circuit."

"They race in tunnels?" Bulkhead asked curiously.

"Ugh, 'underground' as in 'illegal' as in they race in the streets and don't care who gets hurt."

"That's not what Sari told me."

"What purpose does this 'street race' hold?" Optimus asked.

"What else? They get a couple million pay-per-view customers then it's ka-ching ka-ching! Big bucks!" Fanzone said. They then turned to see Bumblebee dragging his feet back to them with some holes and rips in his jacket with some bloody scrapes on his arm, knee, and cheek. He dropped to the ground, exhausted. "Tried to nail the guy in the blue car did ya?"

"How'd ya know?" Bumblebee breathed.

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Back at the plant, Bumblebee found his boosters. "But we've gotta find that blue racer!" he said, "If I could just use my old turbo boosters."

"Not a chance!" Ratchet barked, "Last time ya used those things, ya nearly flattened Sari and Prime!"

"It's not fair! Nothing on Earth is faster than me! Unless… he's not from Earth. Think about it! Only a Cybertronian car could be that fast! He must be a Decepticon!"

"Perhaps, but then why didn't he attack us? Why did he just run a couple of cars off the road?" Prowl questioned.

"And in any case we can't have you causing any more accidents with your turbo boosters," Optimus said.

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"You lied to me," Bulkhead stared Sari down after stepping in front of her TV, "You knew those Street Demon racers were illegal."

"So? It's not costing us anything," Sari shrugged.

"How does pay-per-view not cost anything?" Bulkhead squinted angrily.

"Ugh, fine I pirated the signal. Big deal. You said it yourself, those races are illegal."

"So if they break the law that means it's okay for you to do it too?!"

"Lighten up Bulkhead," Bumblebee walked in and sat down on the couch, "We're supposed to be the fun guys around here. Remember?"

"Yeah, but we've still gotta set a good example for her. She looks up to us."

"Well yeah, she looks up to everybody."

"Hey!" Sari exclaimed.

"Don't worry big guy, I'll straighten the kid out," Bumblebee assured. Bulkhead hesitantly walked out. Bumblebee waited until he was sure Bulkhead had gone away. "Quick! Show me those races!"

"But what about—?"

"Well duh, keep the volume down so he doesn't come back." Sari shrugged then turned the TV to the Street Demons' channel.

"G'day Detroit!" a man with a heavy Australian accent and a red racing suit greeted, "Masteh Disasteh here with deh hottest street racing action in all ah Motah City!" The Street Demon logo flashed followed by a montage of various past races with several dangerous stunts.

"Wait! Pause right there!" Bumblebee pointed. Sari paused. "Now rewind. Okay stop. Right there!" He pointed at the blue racecar. "Has that blue racer been in all the races?"

"I guess," Sari shrugged.

"Can you figure out where those broadcasts came from?"

"Piece of cake," Sari picked up her AllSpark key.

"The broadcast came from a piece of cake?" Bumblebee raised a confused brow.

"Never mind," Sari sighed.