Thanks for the reviews and alerts folks. I'm not too happy with my muses right now, *glares at Prime then at Kirk & McCoy chuckling in the back ground.* Been hit with a massive Energizer Plot tribble, but I swore I'd update a least a chapter. Gixxer Pilot this is especially for you.

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Chapter 2: Scared Straight

Raquel Costas was grumbling to himself as he led his chop crew to their warehouse near the 'Glades. Nobody came out here usually so the Cobres could be as loud as they wanted. Still it was a little too loud for their jefe's taste. "Shut the pie-holes hombres!" "Whadda mean? Ain't nobody gonna hear out here," whined his cousin Carlos. "I don't care if we were in the middle of Texas, comprende?" Raquel snapped as he reached the lock. "You want to be the ones to get on El Diablo's bad side? I sure don't!" he grumbled as he fussed with the lock.

The darn thing was rusted because it was old. Apparently El Diablo didn't think they needed to waste money on inconsequential's. Finally the thing clicked open just as the gang started to grumble behind him. " 'Bout damn time Ray!." someone snapped from in behind him. "Stop flappin' the lips hermanos! We got a delivery to make tonight. And I…. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN HERE!" Raquel nearly shrieked. The light of the setting sun showed the warehouse was a mess. Tools and parts were scattered all over the place. "Oh man, now we've got twice as much work to do," groaned Carlos. Raquel didn't say anything just seethed.

"Bobby, ya's the one to close up shop yesterday. So tell me why the place is a mess?" Ray growled softly over his shoulder. From the stuttering sounds he heard from behind him, it didn't look like he'd be getting any answers soon. Finally he raised a hand. "F-k it man, just realize you and you buddies are gonna get this place set for us at work. Ya got fifteen minutes. And don't ask me what'll happen if ya're late. Bobby and his friends scurried to do their boss's bidding, unaware that they were being watched. Mud flap and Skids snickered to themselves as the lower ranking Cobres frantically scrambled to put the workshop back together.

*Ya ready fer part two?* Mud flap sent his twin. *Oh yea! 'Nough with the makin' like a ninja! I'ma gonna be makin' like 'Bee when he first found Sam* As Skids said this, he flashed his 'brights' right into the face of Bobby. "GAAAHHH! I can't see! " What the heck is your problem now Bobbo?" Ray snapped as he came in shielding his eyes. Skids meanwhile had pitched what left of a pack of beer forward with his door right in front of his feet. As Ray was having as much problems seeing as his 'henchmen' he tripped right over the nearly empty cans. "Mutha****! Bobby what have I told you? You never drink on El Diablo's time! Honestly you are bound to get us in all sorta trouble. One more stunt like this and.." Raquel's voice trailed off as his hand landed on Mud flap's door handle. "Sweetest! Well you've done one thing right. This baby's gonna get us back into the big boss's good graces." "Man I didn't bring it in and I sure wasn't drunk last night! I knows better now." Bobby said whiningly. "Bag it Bobby, you've done this too many times to count. Although usually it's only one car. And these babies are so new that you must boosted 'em from a dealership. I mean these bad boys just came out last month."

Carlos said dismissively as he joined Raquel in studying their latest 'job' "We gonna have to work fast to get this done and get the parts out 'fore someone starts missing 'em." *Uh-oh Skids.. We gotta get 'em outta here! Ah ain't gonna go thru a extended stay with the 'Hatchet'* Before Skids could respond , Mud flap set his honk loose. BEEP! BEEEP! BEEEEEEEEP! The last blast was so loud that it shock the whole warehouse and cracked several windshields stacked off by themselves. Raquel who had been holding his hands over his ears like the rest of the strip crew, now dropped them and cursed viciously. But this was only the start of their problems. Both twins now switched on brights, blinding the humans. Then Mud flap brought his engine out of what could be called 'recharge idle' and roared it at full throttle. "S! Bobby you idiot! They got somebody in them!" Raquel roared *Hey Mud flap, ya got any little human in ya?* *Nape, but the ain't gonna believe that* *They will if we kill our lights* Skids could feel his twin question what he was up to. So he sent two English words that if repeated at base would cause all heck of trouble. *Satan's Camero* Mud flap gave a start, then played a laugh track over his radio as acknowledgement The headlights on both of them shut off at the same time. *Get ready* Mud flap sent. Now that they could see, the strip crew had their guns out and pointed straight at the driver's seat of both twins. "Get the f&&k outta the car or we're gonna pump you full and leave you for gator bait!" Raquel howled.

*NOW!*Both twins said at the same time to each other. Both of there engines roared and Skids started playing the entrance track for the 'Undertaker'. And then all hell broke loose. Skids started whipping around the room looking like he was going to hit any one in his path only to swerve at the last second. Bullets ricocheted of his armor and windshield, nothing leaving a scratch. Mud flap on the other hand, worked on wrecking the place even worse, crashing through parts, breaking windshields and shifting different tracks of music in a ominous combo of Death Metal and Gang Rap. Finally one of the crew noticed that the 'cars' were driving themselves. Unfortunately for Raquel, the kid in question was as superstitious as hell. "Madre De Dios! Ain't nobody driving them. They're demon cars!" he shouted. At that, the crew couldn't leave fast enough as each one of them caught sight of the empty driver's seat.

Finally only Raquel was left and he, realizing that he couldn't stop these two metal monsters after trying to take out their tires, took off after his crew leaving Mud flap and Skids in the middle of a trash pit, both of them laughing out loud. "I hope you two have had enough fun and games for a while, "came a commanding voice from outside. If 'Bots could gulp, the twins would have as they rolled forward to meet the rescue group. Prime was the only one in his bi-ped form. Iron hide and Ratchet staying in their alt-modes, probably on orders. Optics narrowed, Prime simply said, "We'll discuss this once we get back to base."

Oh boy.. You know the twins are in trouble. But it's not gonna be that bad for them this time. And I know that how?

~Prime~ Don't leave them in suspense Of course then again I have a feeling I know what I'd do with them. But thank Primus I'm not Bay verse!

`me` Yes dear, I know. You're the original and the best. Which is why I want your perspective. But gentle reader, you're going to have to wait till Chapter 3.

Hopefully soon. Until then please review. Thanks and LLAP!