Second chap of 'Cartoon Heroes', mates! Wow, I'm being active today…
Anyway, if you're wondering why I chose the title 'Cartoon Heroes', It's fer two reasons. One, that song is stuck in my head, Two, it describes Sunny's new obsession with DDR, and four, I'm putting some lyrics in this fic.
We are what we're suppose to be,
Illusions of your fantasy,
All dots and line that speak and say,
'What we do is what you wish to do.'
"But Optimus, we technically aren't Autobots anymore!"
"Yeah, we wanna go to the mall!"
-
Optimus informed the Twins that they had to do guard duty that night…however, that sounded pretty much impossible, seeing as they were humans now.
The red and blue mech slapped his forehead. "FINE." He grumbled. "Just don't whine like that anymore. It's annoying…" The humans highfived and dashed to their former alt modes.
-
Staggering into Wheeljack's lab, Optimus groaned, "PLEASE tell me you've found a way to change them back."
The mech looked up, covered in oil and Primus knows what else. "Nope. You, Ratchet, Ironhide and Arcee have asked me at least twice today. Are they that bad?"
"You have no idea…" the Autobot leader said, sitting down on one of Wheeljack's inventions…which promptly blew up. "Oh no!" Wheeljack said, running towards Optimus in a concerned manner. "It's ok, Jack, I'm-" The mech ran right past him and gathered the bits of the invention up in his arms. "Ok?" Optimus said, getting up and dusting himself off, while Wheeljack cried over the shattered remains, wailing, "Hubert! SPEAK TO ME!"
Optimus merely backed away slowly and out of the room.
-
The Twins had gone clubbing that night.
Sunny was naturally surrounded by adoring fangirls while Sideswipe was at the bar, sitting modestly out of the way, as girls asked if they could buy him a drink. He always politely turned them down, but even with all the loud music, he could hear their disappointed complaints.
"Hey, cheer up, Sides." Sunny went over to his brother, as his fangirls squealed over Sideswipe. "How can I?" Sides asked. "This is boring. No one's asked me to dance." Sunny blinked. "ARE YOU KIDDING?" he said, voice full of surprise. "About twenty girls spoke with you in this hour ALONE. How can you just sit there and turn them all down?" "You're the charming one, Sunny. I'm just the prankster." He said, shrugging.
"Well now, I'll help you!" Literally grabbing his brother's shoulders, he dragged him to a gaggle of excited girls. "Hey, ladies." Sunny said cheerfully. "Met Sides yet?" They shook their heads no, but they were giving the sweatdropping human coveted looks. "I'll let you guys get acquainted." He dashed off to the dance floor, leaving the unfortunate Sides alone with those harpies, who were clearly his age and introducing themselves in…let's just say, interesting, and in Sides' opinion, scary, ways.
As Sunny danced the night away with several of his 'girl buddies', Sides had run from those very scary females and seated himself at the far end of the bar, catching his breath and hyperventilating at the same time. 'Oh, Primus, that was scarier than facing Megatron…' he muttered, wiping his brow.
"Hey there." Sides froze up. 'Oh no, another one!' thought Sides, stiffly turning around. He came face to face with two females who vaguely reminded him of two CERTAIN Decepticon femmes...how very odd.
-
"Wheeljack, what did you do?!"
"I'm sorry!" The moaning mech said, cowering. "How was I suppose to know the beam would reach that far?!"
"Optimus!" Ratchet yelled into the intercom. "We've got trouble! Wheeljack used the separator on those two Decepticon femmes, Quakeshot and Shift!"
Oh man. This is going to get interesting…