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(Yeah more crack featuring Toaster Prowl, Mini-Toaster Twins, Toaster Arielbots, the visiting Femme Division and and some of the ARK crew. Enjoy!)
A week.
A whole fragging week!
Wheeljack is going to get put through a transformer sized shredder when I'm back to normal, I don't care if it'll be messy he slagging deserves it! Other more important matters my aft! Prowl grumbled to himself as he tottered across the messy floor of Jazz's quarters, the baby Toaster twins following him like ducklings following their mother. They still insisted on that annoyingly cute rocking horse motion and would chirp and giggle at him as he allowed them a piggy back ride, both sitting on the raised rack in his toast slots.
In the medium light of Jazz's messy quarters he finally gave up and began to rock back and forth on his toaster legs like a demented rocking horse. To his surprised pleasure he actually got to the end of the room at a reasonable pace. It was undignified but it got him places, his pride would take a beating but it wouldn't really matter if he only used this method in emergencies.
The toaster twins sitting in his toaster rack giggled and laughed happily as Prowl managed to totter out of Jazz's door. The twins bounced down from his back and ran around in circles in the centre of the hall chasing each other in childish delight.
"And this is the Officer's quarters" He heard Inferno say cheerfully making him cringe and peer down the corridor.
There at the end of the corridor was half of the visiting Femme Division.
Oh. Slag.
"Oh, hi Prowl!" Inferno called waving at the Datsun toaster as the twins rushed back to him making most of the femmes turn to stare at him
"Inferno" he acknowledged trying to walk properly on his new legs and for the first time in a week managing it as the femmes gawked at him as he walked past. Mini-toaster twins sticking close to him, half shielded by his spread doorwings to keep his balance. "Femmes"
"Oh my Primus" gasped one of the femmes as they parted for him and watched him trot down the corridor "That is so CUTE!"
"Prowl run!" Inferno cried suddenly as the ground beneath Prowl began to violently vibrate when he was half way down the corridor
"Wha?" he asked half turning to see the femmes chasing him a wild adoring look in each of their optics "Oh, frag!" he cried as the twins jumped up onto his back and he took off at his rocking horse run in terror, meeting up with the terrified Arielbots at the junction of the corner, the poor flying toasters being pursued by the other half of the visiting Femme Division.
-Conference Room 2-
"Inferno to Optimus!" the startled panicked comm. interrupted the pleasant atmosphere of the meeting between the officers and the femme leaders. "Major, major problem!"
"Is it Decepticons?" Red Alert demanded
"No! Much worse! It's the femmes!" the fire engine cried "They just took off after Prowl and the Twins like rabid children after a fluffy toy! I think the Arielbots were running too as I saw them turn the corner!"
The Officers at the table groaned, Jazz's helm thunking onto the mahogany table donated by a furniture company. Elita gave an amused chuckle "So what's the problem?"
Optimus offered her a withering look "Prowl, the Twins and the Arielbots were caught in an accident."
"They're Toasters" Red Alert said bluntly "Sunstreaker and Sideswipe are mini ones because they got turned into sparklings by another of Wheeljack's explosions first, and Yes: this really happens almost on a monthly basis"
"Aww, they sound cute" Elita-One replied with a smile as Jazz frowned
"You're not the one going to have to deal with a ruffled Datsun toaster and two wailing baby toasters after this is over" the saboteur grumbled "Silverbolt will kill us if his brothers are used as cuddly toys as well. Thank Primus he's on patrol."
"Autobots, be calm" Optimus said "Red Alert, meet with Inferno and search the Rec-room and corridors along the way to the Monitor Room and see if you can find our missing toasters and femmes. Comm link the nearest bot to help rescue Prowl and the others, preferably before they get caught by the femmes. The rest of you split up and search every nook and cranny you can think of."
"Aye sir!" the bots saluted before scattering in a flourish
-Corridor C-
"Inferno" Red Alert called as the large fire engine was kneeling beside a ventilation duct calling Prowl and the Twin's names. The large bot jerked in embarrassment and scrambled to his pedes.
"Heya, Red"
"Come on, we have to check the Rec room and the corridor on the way to the Monitor room" the Security director said as they jogged down the corridor.
"Nice to see you aren't freaking out about this Red" Inferno said with a grin as they halted at the doors to the Rec room.
"On the contrary I'm finding all of this quite amusing" Red Alert said returning Inferno's grin with a soft smile "Though I'm putting the risks of the situation to the back of my processor"
Inferno chuckled as they peered into the rec-room hoping that Prowl and his toaster comrades were hiding under a table or in a shady corner. Sadly the only occupants were the minibot posse, having an arm wrestling tournament and Bluestreak.
Bluestreak's optics were firmly glued to the Rec room's large TV screen. Red Alert jumped when the grey Datsun suddenly let out a wail "No you stupid cow! Stop talking about the restaurant and kiss him damn it, he even has a ring! The sooner you kiss him the sooner I get to watch Bambi!"
"Disney?" Red Alert asked as everybody else ignored the now annoyed Datsun hurling abuse at the female character on screen
"Disney" Inferno confirmed "Princess and the Frog I believe" Inferno supplied with a soft chuckle "This is his fourth Disney film today"
"Isn't he supposed to be on guard duty?" asked Red Alert looking concerned
"No, it's his day off." Inferno assured him "He normally has a movie marathon, last month it was cartoons by Pixar; Finding Nemo was the favourite. Remember? Prowl got called Grumpy Gills by half the ARK when he was locked out of his office for overworking again a day after it was shown"
"Come on" the usually paranoid Red Alert sighed shaking his helm in exasperation as they finally got back to the Security Directors domain.
"Got 'em!" Inferno cried spotting the group of toasters fleeing the swarm of femmes down in the cargo decks, Prowl comically being supported by Slingshot and Air Raid as they zoomed through the air, the mini-toasters on Prowl's back waving their little legs in delight at the fast speeds "Corridor 15 level four!"
Red Alert's fingers swept over a computer terminal's keys finding the nearest mech available to help as he relayed the co-ordinates to the searching officers on the upper decks. "Thank Primus, Hound is down there."
"Hound, this is Red Alert" the Security Director hailed "Get ready to intercept some terrified toasters"