Foxy: This is a redo of chapter one since I kinda suck at writing play script style. Anyhow, hello again everyone! Sorry for the late update… stupid writers-block

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS! IT BELONGS TO HASBRO! Also, Rokoshay(Skellington girl) is a good friend of mine.


Speech Key:

Italic size difference- whisper

Talking- thought

Name: talking – dialogue outside the story

Talking- comm. Link

Bold sized difference- glass-shattering- yell

Talking- bond link


Ratchet De-wrenched

It was beautiful summer morning, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, the grass glowing with the morning dew, and the inhabitants of Detroit were waking up to enjoy the beau ~

"WHAT?!"

~and then there was Ratchet….

Begin Flashback

At the Autobot Headquarters aka The Ark,

Bumblebee had just finished his morning ration and was heading towards the entrance to visit his human friend Spike. So he walked down the hallways humming one of his favorite tunes. That was when he heard thunderous footsteps coming his way. The minibot quickly presses himself flat against the wall when a blur of red and yellow pass him.

Bee: WTF?! …. Sunstreaker? Sideswipe?

Sides: Sorry gotta run before HE kills us!

Sunny: THAT'S THE LAST TIME I LET YOU TALK ME INTO PRANKING SOMEONE ON OUR DAY OFF!

Bee: What do you mean? * tilts helm while still pressed against wall* Whose~

Ratchet: WHEN I GET MY SERVOS ON YOU TWO, YOU'LL BE WISHINGYOUR CARRIER NEVER EVEN SPARKED YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE!

Bee: …. oh…..

End of Flashback

Ratchet was sitting in Prowl's office while the twins were being repaired by FirstAid in the medical bay.

Ratchet: HAVE YOU LOST YOUR PROCESSOR, PROWL?!

Jazz cringed at the volume the CMO was using. Prowl just sighed at his desk while placing some finished datapads away. Prowl looked at Ratchet with a straight and serious face.

Prowl: No Ratchet… I haven't lost my processor. Not yet actually. Ratchet you have gone too far this time.

Ratch: ME?!

Prowl: Yes, you. You have sent nearly one/third of our crew to the med bay with your….. Jazz, what did you called it?

Jazz: Over-wrenching. *cringes at the death glare he receives from the CMO*

Prowl: So as punishment… you'll be de-wrenched until further notice. You are still able to use them in medical procedures, but not in punishing your fellow Autobots. Prime has agreed and inform every one of your punishment, so don't get any ideas…Your dismissed.

As Ratchet walked out of Prowl's office, he made a mental note to make sure Prime's, Prowl's, and Jazz's next tune-ups were extra painful…

Jazz: … Why do Ah get the feeling this will come back to gettin' us all slagged?

It had been three whole weeks since Ratchet was de-wrenched, and boy was the CMO pissed off! He had barely managed the first and second week and the third week was murder! If he had to go one more day without leaving a wrench-shaped dent on somebot's helm he was gonna lose it! Sitting in his own office, Ratchet grumbled to himself. Taping his robotic fingers on his desk, his stupid punishment playing over and over in his processor. Then realization hit him! A terrible idea came to mind. An idea so terrible, so horrible, so terrifying, so dispic~

Ratch: ALRIGHT, THEY GET IT ALREADY!

Foxy: Sheesh! What's with the attitude?

Long-story-short, it's going to get every bots in the Ark slagged.

Ratch: Ya couldn't say that earlier, kid?

Foxy: IT WAS FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT! Man, you're a pain in the aft sometimes…

Ratch: Right back at ya, kid.

Ratchet realized that Prowl did not say he couldn't use something else to punish those idiots. He smiled and chuckled darkly.

Ratchet: This is going to be fun!

Later….

Foxy walked into the Autobot's rec-room and sat on the human-sized couch. She spotted the twins setting up another prank for some innocent bot to spring and groaned.

Foxy: Hey, dudes! Aren't you guys a little old for this? You, know. All the pranking.

Sides: Pfffft! No!

Sunny: Besides, Jazz is much older than us, and he pranks everyone as much as we do!

Foxy: Touché.

Foxy laid back on the couch for a good afternoon nap (as she always does in the Autobot headquarters). Few minutes later, Her left ear twitched as she heard someone coming. Opening one eye, she saw that it was Ratchet himself. Sitting back up again while her tail swayed to and fro. Ratchet spotted the twins and smirked.

Foxy: Looks like you guys are busted…

The terrible duos looked at the techno-organic kitsune company as she lazily pointed to Ratchet. They turn to face Ratchet.

Sides: If you're going to wrench us, Ratchet, don't even bother.

Sunny: Yeah, you haven't been taking off the punishment yet!

Ratchet just chucked darkly. The twins were confused and Foxy watched with mild interest.

Ratch: Actually I found a loop-hole in the punishment… SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND! * takes out a giant transformer-sized sledge hammer*

The twins' optics went wide and Foxy felt a sweat drop. Foxy knew the only thing to do.

Foxy: RUN LIKE THE WIND BULLSEYE! * runs away, leaving and dust cloud of her form behind*

Ratch: It's HAMMER TIME! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Twins: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! *Runs away*

After a few weeks of Ratchet and the newly-dubbed Mr. Smashy, Optimus ended his punishment after being *cough* introduced *cough* himself. Prowl locked the hammer in the vault after Ratchet was reunited with his original projectiles of death. Prowl believe the de-wrenching Ratchet the Hatchet was the most stupidest idea he had thought of….


Jazz: By the way, how did Ratchet get a hammer that size?

Foxy: No idea, Jazz… wait a minute... ROKOSHAY!


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