Since, I apparently need to rid myself of excess imagination juice, I'm writing this little gem that's simply called 'Oops'. Because that's what it is. An accident. Involving Sunny and Sides. And Ratchet and Ironhide having the last straw. And Jack's new invention.
"Uh, guys? What's going on?"
Wheeljack sat in his lab, sipping some energon and reading some files, when Ironhide and Ratchet dragged Sunny and Sides into his lab, clearly pissed off to the highest degree. Both mechs dropped the twins at the inventor's feet. Ironhide said angrily, "Meet your newest robo lab rats, Jack. They've just volunteered to help you with your newest project."
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"I don't get it! What did we do?" asked Sunstreaker indignantly. "Yeah, what did we do to you?!" added Sideswipe, as both were shoved into a chamber and the door sealed itself shut. The Medic and the Weapons specialist exchanged glances before speaking alternatively into the installed intercom.
"Well, let's see…" Ratchet began. "Ironhide, you start."
"Alright, Ratchet." He replied. "Well, you filled my armor with super glue…"
"And…"Ratchet added, "You glued my instruments onto the ceiling."
"Not to mention Frenzy."
"Yeah, now that was funny, but I digress…You also…"
"Filled the Med lab with cats."
"And birds." Added the irate Ratchet.
"Filled my cannons with a mixture of super glue, grape jelly and motor oil…"
"Covered the floor with the same mixture."
"Caused yet another massive pile up."
"Stole Arcee's diary."
"And posted it on that thing called Live Journal…Is that what it's called?"
"Not sure. But still…you also gave flamethrowers to the sparklings…"
"And by what they say, you told them to burn things."
"You stuck a sign onto Optimus' back that said, ' I'm really gay, I just know how to hide it.'"
"And Elita was the first to see it…"
"…she still hasn't recovered…" added Ironhide
"And you coated Bumblebee with whipped cream…"
"…and locked him out of base."
"And you two somehow covered Megatron with chocolate syrup…"
"Although we aren't complaining."
"You could have gotten yourselves killed…"
"Yet you managed to get away…"
"And still egg and TP the Decepticon Base."
"Oh, and vandalize it. Where the hell do you two get the spray paint?"
"Then you attacked Prowl and Mirage with Sharpies…"
"Which they still haven't washed off yet."
"and you managed to do that within three hours." Both said at the same time. "What do you have to say for yourselves?"
"New record!" Sunny high fived his crimson brother.
The Medic and the Weapons specialists facepalmed.
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"Ok, I don't really know what it does yet. I just call it, 'Oops'." Wheeljack said. "I bet this is gonna be so cool though!"
One zap and a lot of smoke later…
Two Lamborghinis sat side by side, one red and one gold. But once the smoke cleared a little more, Ironhide and Ratchet burst out laughing.
Two male humans sat in the room, looking stunned and blinking a lot. Both had mousey brown hair, but one had a streak of yellow through his and the other a streak of red. Yep, they were the Twins alright.
Sad part was, the ray failed to provide them with clothing.
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Both sat, looking angrily at the two now giant mechs. They had managed to dig up some random clothing that was a bit big for them, but it was good enough. "So, exactly how long are we going to be like this?" asked Sunny, voice slightly higher pitched.
"I don't know." Wheeljack said. "It could be permanent."
Both fainted at the mere words.
-dies laughing- So, what do you think? Like it? Hate it? Flaming? Whatever, just tell me!
