"I just wanted to know where you and Bumblebee went." Carly insisted, her hands on her hips. "Is that really too much to ask?"
The bots currently relaxing in the Ark rec room were trying their hardest to act as if they had absolutely no interest in the mini drama currently going on between the young married couple. Some were having more success than others. Sparkplug determinedly focused his attention on Wheeljack, asking about his current project and trying to block out the raised voices.
He loved his daughter-in-law dearly, but God, could she raise holy hell when she was inclined to.
"All right, already!" Spike threw his hands up in the air, exasperated. "Honestly, I was only gone for a few hours. I wasn't expecting the Spanish Inquisition!"
"No bot expects the Spanish Inquisition!" Sunstreaker and Sideswipe burst in to the room, their frames crowding the door and mad grins on their faceplates.
Utter silence filled the room. The twins pranced in, homing in on the human couple who stared at them, slack-jawed.
"Amongst our weaponry" Sideswipe began, "are such diverse elements as fear,"
"Surprise," Sunstreaker continued, smirking at the boggled looks he and his twin were receiving.
"Ruthless efficiency,"
"An almost fanatical devotion to the Prime–"
"–and a nice red paintjob!" Sideswipe finished with a flourish.
"Although, really," Sunstreaker said loftily, "yellow is much nicer." Sideswipe elbowed him.
"Stick to the script, fragger." He hissed. Sunstreaker shrugged him off.
The two advanced on the hapless Spike menacingly, producing Transformer-size cushions. "Confess! Confess! Confess!"
"All right," Carly gasped between giggles, previous ire forgotten, "who introduced the twins to Monty Python?"
Sparkplug shared a look of wide-eyed innocence with Jazz. "I have no idea." He solemnly informed his daughter-in-law, Jazz nodding sagely along with him.
"I'm—*snerk* I'm innocent, I swear!"
"Hmm. He is made of harder stuff. Cardinal Sideswipe! Fetch…the comfy chair!"
"What I want to know," Hound commented idly as Sideswipe moved towards Spike with a plush armchair in his hand, "is just how they were prepared for this argument."
"Sometimes it's best not to ask." Prowl replied blandly. Jazz's innocence melted in to snickers.
"Confess! Confess! Confess!"
A/N: Monty Python and their Spanish Inquisition skit does not belong to me. (Transformers doesn't either, but I'd thought that was rather obvious since this is in the Transformers fanfiction section.)
Hopefully now my Sunny and 'Sides muses will stop ranting gleefully at me about all of the mayhem they can cause with certain films and skits. Somehow, I doubt it. *bats away the bunnies*