The small car raced down the road. Niki and Sierra, twins that were 7 years of age, stared out the window at the passing trees.
"Where are we going daddy?" Niki squeaked.
"We'll be spending a week in a housing area set up by the government" Their father, Sam Witwicky, chuckled.
"Dad, tell us another story about the Autobots!" the twins squealed. Brittney, their sister, groaned. She eyed her younger sisters.
"You two are gullible! Autobots aren't real! They're just some story set up by dad to excite you two!" Brittney growled.
"We're here!" called Mikayla, their mother. The car drove passed tall houses.
"Who lives in these houses daddy?" Sierra questioned, pressing her face against the window.
"Autobots! Maybe even Decepticons!" he answered. Niki and Sierra clapped.
"Hmm, just tall people or their just really big mansions!" Brittney growled.
They pulled into a large house.
"I'll see if their home," Sam smiled, exiting the car. Mikayla stepped out, too. Niki, Sierra, and Brittney leaped out.
Niki and Sierra ran up to their father. He placed his arms on them as the door bell rang through the house. The door knob twisted. Niki and Sierra gasped. There, big and tall, was Optimus Prime from Transformers Animated.
"Witwicky! I got a call from Ratchet you'd be visiting! Come in!" he smiled. Sam waved for Brittney and Mikayla to enter as well. Brittney was slightly surprised. Mikayla pushed her to the house.
"Where is every one?" Sam asked.
"SUNSTREAKER! SIDESWIPE!" echoed an angry Red Alert. He stormed into the room with raspberry Jell-O dangling from his head.
"Where are those two!" he yelled.
"Red Alert! Bring in the group! We're welcoming the guests," Optimus ordered.
"Fine but when everyone gets here you may be missing two kids," he answered, storming off again.
"Red Alert, transformers Armada," Sam whispered to his twin girls.
"Who are Sunstreaker and Sideswipe?" the two asked, carefully. Suddenly two Autobots, one red the other yellow, entered. They quickly stood behind Optimus, shaking.
"These are Sunstreaker and Sideswipe," Optimus groaned, "they're twins, brothers!"
"Twins!" Sierra and Niki screamed.
"Yep, but, most likely not for long with Red Alert like he is!" Sunstreaker wailed.
"We thought Ratchet, after the hockey incident, was bad!" Sideswipe wailed.
"Rallied all I could find," Red Alert echoed, entering with three behind him.
"This is Hot Shot and Jetfire from Armada and Bumblebee from Animated," Optimus nodded. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe felt hands squeeze their shoulders.
"Found the twin Jell-O boys," Red Alert growled through clenched teeth.
"Please oh please don't hurt us, Red Alert!" Sideswipe begged. Sunstreaker nodded.
"This is a new paint job!" he wailed, "I don't want it to be my last!"
"Optimus, I believe it best that the twins pair up. As in my twins, Niki and Sierra, with those two," Sam offered.
"I agree!" Optimus nodded. He ordered Red Alert off.
"Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, this is Niki and Sierra. They are 7 years old and are twins. You get to baby sit them," Optimus chuckled. The two rushed over to the girls and cowered behind them.
"A…Alright…" Sunstreaker stuttered.
"Does…th…that mean Red Alert won't kill us?" Sideswipe questioned.
"For now you two!" Red Alert growled.
"Red Alert you get my ten year old daughter, Brittney!" Sam nodded. Red Alert walked off with Brittney.
"Have you two ever tried exploding chili?" Niki asked.
"No," the two gulped, standing up.
"Want to learn?" Sierra smiled.
"Yes!" the twins cheered. The four rushed off.
Later…
"SUNSTREAKER! SIDESWIPE!"
"NIKI! SIERRA!" Red Alert and Brittney walked into the four's room, dripping in chili. Niki held back a chuckle till Sunstreaker burst out.
"This is going to be a long week," Brittney and Red Alert sighed.