Episode : Where Is Thy Sting?

(Meet the Actors)

'Course it's kinda hard to get a signal through to Earth with a Decepticon spy as our Head of Intel,' Jazz stated.

'JAZZ!'

'What? The viewers all know by now,' the ninja-actor said in a huff.

'I'm sure Optimus Prime and his bots are already on top... I mean, getting a servo on... interfac... Can we roll this one again?' Ultra Magnus turned away from the screen.

His fellow actors had a hard time not laughing aloud.

'Would be fun to see Optimus "On Top" of the situation,' Jazz smirked.

'Bumblebee! You're suppose to be playing ninja gladiator,' Optimus switched the channel.

'Aww.... but ninja gladiator is so boring,' Bee frowned.

'This is a children's show. No robo porn!'

'Bumblebot...' a haunting voice echoed the room.

'GHOST! AAAAHHHHHH!' Bumblebee went running out of the room.

'Bumblebee, get back here! It's just Wasp!' Director Sentinel yelled.

'Does this mean we get a 5 minute break?' the green scout asked, coming out of the shadows.

'Wasp and Bumblebot a lot alike. But one good... and one better. Can Bumblebot guess which?' Wasp grinded his hips down on Bumblebee's pelvis armor.

'Ooooh, Uh, I'm better. Me! Ooooooh,' Bumblebee moaned.

Wasp smirked from where he was trailing his servos over the yellow mech's sensitive armor seems.

'Admit it. I'm better than you,' Wasp leered.

'N-Never,' Bumblebee groaned, reaching up to give back as good as he was getting.

'Uh, aren't you going to yell cut, Sentinel?' Optimus asked from behind the cameras.

'Uh, right. Right,' Sentinel jolted out of his staring.

Bumblebee and Wasp were close to opening their interface armor. Any nano click now, and they'd all get the show of a life time.

'Sentinel!'

'Uh, right. CUT!' Sentinel finally yelled, hearing the groans of displeasure from the camera crew.

'Good. This is a children's show. Make sure to erase the tapes and do this scene again,' Optimus insisted, walking away.

'Yeah right. Hey, Mix. Make sure to make me a copy of that,' Sentinel whispered to Mixmaster who gave him a thumbs up.

'Wasp put up fight. But Bumblebot way better...' the yellow bot grinned.

'Finally! He admitted it! You heard him,' the green mech yelled, pointing at his rival.

'Wait, it's me! Don't put me in statis cuffs... Unless you wanna have some fun, of course. Hey, how do you turn these stingers off?! WAAAAASP!'

'Told you I'm better than you.'

'We have reason to believe Wasp is innocent,' Optimus insisted.

'But not THAT innocent. He knows what he's doing... especially in bed. He's way better than Bumblebot... I mean me,' the yellow mech nodded.

'Megatron, do you read me. Come in Megatron! I can't get a signal. Where is my Megatron?!' Shockwave whimpered, a single tear falling from his optic.

'Get a grip, Shocker! You're a big, strong Decepticon. And Decepticons don't cry!' Director Sentinel announced from behind the camera.

'Big, strong... Decepticon. I'm a big, strong... Decepticon,' Shockwave sniffed, before wailing into his servos.

'Ok, someone get Megatron's frequency on the screen. Yes, I know he's filming at another location. Just DO IT!' Sentinel yelled.

'I want my DADDY MEGATRON!' Shockwave sobbed.

'Nice trick, flybots. But how's that gonna help...' Ratchet trailed off when the blue and orange mech leered at him and stepped closer.

'Now we're bigger than you. That means we get to top this time,' Jetfire and Jetstorm's voice merged together as the large mech reached for Ratchet.

'Oh no! I'm not a bottom bot!' Ratchet yelled, changing back into his vehicle mode and racing off.

'You can't escape us, Doc. Bot!' the twins howled, jetting into the air after their prize.

'So, uh... is that a wrap?' Scrapper asked, scratching his helm.

'No. That's just scrap!' Sentinel threw his data pad into the air and walked off, leaving the two camera operator bots to just shrug at each other (Mixmaster and Scrapper are the camera crew!).

'Impossible. No Autobot flies... well, in TFA anyway,' Ratchet announced.

'How come in every other universe, the Autobots had a flying team... but not in this one?' Optimus asked, coming up behind the medic.

'Because I said so! I'm the Director!' Sentinel yelled, stomping his feet.

'Oh that's real mature, SP,' Jazz rolled his optics behind his visor.

'We upgraded these twins from specs downloaded from Starscream,' Sentinel informed them.

'But, Sentinel Daddy. That's not true,' Jetstorm frowned.

'Yeah. Mommy Starscream said you two BLEEPED during the filming of that scene and he had us,' Jetfire nodded.

'This is just a children's tv show! We don't have to tell the exact truth,' Sentinel groaned, remembering his one time interfacing with the sexy flyer.

SQUEEK-A SQUEEK-A SQUEEK-A

'What do you have in your feet, Bulkhead?' Bumblebee asked, staring at his co-actor.

'I don't know. I've been hearing my feet squeek all day,' Bulkhead admitted.

'Here, let me look,' Ratchet motioned for the large green bot to sit down so he could take off one of his armor boots.

'Wait a nano click! What's this?!' Ratchet pulled a large plastic bone out of one of the boots.

'HAHAHAHAHAHAH!'

'Twins!' Ratchet threw the squeeky dog toy at the orange and blue flyers who were cracking up.

'What did I tell you two about pulling pranks while on set?!' Director Sentinel stormed over.

'It was just a little prank,' Jetfire huffed.

The orange twin turned to face Bulkhead and pointed his weapon at the green mech.

'Ah you too put the doubling have crossed, Big One. Too bad. Big One is pretty cute,' Jetfire announced.

'I am? Well then, how about a drink tonight?' Bulkhead leered.

'CUT! That's not in the script!' Director Sentinel yelled

'If Wasp be Bumblebot, Wasp must know everything about Bumblebot,' the green scout stated aloud as he searched through the Autobot files.

'Hmmm... BeeBee's Talent Show... that might be relevant...'

The screen flashed on as the disk was loaded.

'Ah... ahhhh... more... Yes, do me harder... OH PRIMUS YES!'

'CUT! This is a children's movie...' Sentinel stalked past the cameras and came up next to Wasp who was staring mesmerized at the screen. Bumblebee's adorible little body was grinding up and down on some lucky mech's cord.

'That BeeBee sure knows how to party. Say, I got a couple of his vids back in my rooms. What say we go back there and watch them in private?' the blue mech smirked and ran a servo down Wasp's back.

'OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!'

Wasp jumped at the sound of Bumblebee overloading on screen and threw his arms around Sentinel's thick neck.

'Take me somewhere private quick,' the little mech panted, twisting his legs around Sentinel's waist.

'Sure thing, hot stuff... Uh, 1 hour break!' the blue mech yelled at the camera crew that just groaned when he walked out with the cute little scout.

'You wanna go back to our bunker and watch some tapes, Mix?' Scrapper asked, shutting down the camera.

'Yeah sure. You know, I think we have a few of that BeeBee in our stash,' Mixmaster answered, grabbing a can of oil as he walked towards the doors.

'Did you say you have some of BeeBee's vids back in your rooms?' a sensual voice asked.

The two worker bots turned to see Sunstorm and Thundercracker leaning against each other and smirking. The two seekers were quite delicious looking, especially after that peep show they just watched.

'Sure do. Wanna grab a can of oil and join us?' Mixmaster grinned, already imaging all the dirty things he could do with a leggy flyer.

'Nothin' better to do,' Thundercracker stated, the pair of seekers following the worker mechs out the door.

Turning off the lights and closing the door, the four mechs failed to notice two idential shapes moving quickly towards the video console.

'See, is here. We learn BeeBee's moves, and be next BIG stars!' Jetstorm whispered, taking the disc out of the machine.

'Yes, yes! We be even bigger sensation than BeeBee!' Jetfire agreed.

… the end... (of this episode)