I decided to redo this one. Not very different, but just a bit more description and a little less grammatical error.
Transformers is (sadly) not owned by me. If I owned Transformers, Prowl wouldn't be in the well of Allsparks. Stupid directors…. Annnyway…
TF:A, Prowl, Bumblebee, Oneshot.
On with the story!

"Urrg. Why did I have to get stuck out here, in stupid nature? Stupid trees. Stupid dirt. Stupid mountains. Stup…"
"Because I volunteered, and Prime knew this was a punishment for you." Bumblebee was quickly cut off by an irritable Prowl, as they sat around a campfire in the mountains.

"But all I did was fill your room with cow…"
Prowl fumed at the memory of entering his room after a long patrol, and then being crushed by a tidal wave of manure.
How the little aft-ache managed to fit so much bovine waste into his quarters, he'd never know. Perhaps it was best left unknown.

"And what was your excuse?" Prowl cut him off once again, attempting to keep a calm disposition.
"Sari told me it makes things grow! I wanted to see how big that tree of yours could get." he said, defensively, "Anyway, what are we supposed to do out here?"
"There have been numerous reports of people being attacked by ravenous squirrels. We must keep an optic open to find out why."

Bumblebee yawned. "Well, you keep both of yours open, while I take a little nap."
"Do you really expect…" Prowl started, before he realized Bumblebee was already deep in recharge.
Prowl sighed and settled in for the long haul.

As the sun rose, Bumblebee didn't. Prowl shook him awake and handed him a mug of hot oil.
"So. Did you see any nutty squirrels?" Bumble asked with a laugh, very pleased with his pun.
"As a matter of fact, I did. One of them attempted to bite my finger off."

"Did you flick the little thing into a tree?" Bumblebee said hopefully.
"No… but I did frighten it. It 'went to the toilet' as Sari says, and ran away."

"Ha." Bumblebee exclaimed as he took a gulp of oil.
"How's your oil?" Prowl asked.

"Fine, fine. It's a bit nutty…" Bumblebee said, and suddenly with realization, "You… you…" he stammered, staring at Prowl in horror.

Prowl smiled are rare and devious smile.

"Well, you are always complaining about your height… I just wanted to give you a helping hand."

End

R&R perhaps?
I hope you got a laugh out of my crappy little fic.
~Krypt