Barricade was upset. No, he was pissed. In fact, he was livid. Since he was created in the special effects workshop he had to endure the relentless barrage of his human creators arguing
over the strangeness of his eyes. Then stupid fleshies hanging around who had absolutely nothing to do with the movie were debating his eyes. He really wanted to believe he had
one set of eyes. He also knew that insulting the other stage prop bots was wrong. The truth was, it made him feel better to insult the others, made him believe that he didn't look as bad
as he felt he did. He stormed down the hall, intending to smash his way through the front door or the studio and out into the open world. He charged shoulder-first into the opening of
the small 4-ft wide human door-and went no further. Optics flashed various shades of red to pink, threatening to shut off at the sick whining of gears in his chest straining against
the confines of the door. To his chagrin, he realized he was stuck and unbeknownst to him, he was not as strong as the Bay film depicted him. His top half was wedged out of the
door facing what looked like a junkyard prop while his bottom half, from the chest area down was leaning at a angle inside, his clawed feet loudly scraping the tile floor. Ironhide
and Starscream came thundering in, Starscream's size alone jolting everything in sight not bolted down. Both mechs had their hands over their audio components with
Starscream's ragged teeth turned up in an agonizing scowl. The horrid screeching of the saleen's feet raking the floor was the human equivalent of someone scratching their fingernails
against a chalkboard. Barricade couldn't hear their pleas being drowned out by his shameless fury, his face etched in an incredible roar of frustration.
"For the love of Prime Barricade STOP IT!" Ironhide's wails finally snapped him to reality. Barricade looked at him. The boorish-looking autobot was standing there his wide nostrils
flaring with each mechanical exhale/inhale from the screeching discomfort of earlier. "Leave me be, autobot!" "No, you have to come back with us now! "Barricade instinctively tried
to swing around to wail on Ironhide, only to discover once again his stuck predicament. He couldn't even so much as budge to turn his head around to face him. The closest he could get
to Ironhide or Starscream was turning his head a pathetic several inches to the right, and even so, his only field of view was a parked pontiac solstice a few feet away. In the movie
he had enormous strength, and now, he felt small and weak. Ironhide made a grab for him. "Come on, you!" "I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!". Barricade went to kick at him when everything
went black. Barricade woke up, moaning. As his optics shuttered to life, he was able to make out that he was once again in the effects prop room, sitting in a corner like a string
puppet. Ironhide was out cold and was on what looked like a large metal table of some sort. There was something even more strange..the lower half of his body was completely gone.
Starscream was in another corner, standing fully erect, and groggily coming to. Bumblebee was wide awake, looking around in confusion. He was also standing up, next to
Starscream. The three forms looked about, thoroughly bewildered. All Barricade remembered was trying to fight off Ironhide while contained in the frame of a door and then waking up
to see Ironhide in pieces. Bumblebee remembered running down a hall and then he passed out, coming to here. Starscream recalled only witnessing Ironhide trying to pry
Barricade from the door entrance and then suddenly blackness, then he was here.
There was a mechanized moan as Ironhide began coming to, then he sat straight up. As the others stared at him, he had only one object in his line of sight: Barricade. "You idiot!
You almost got us caught- " -With that he lunged himself at Barricade and there was a commotion of scrapes and crashing metal as his huge torso hit the floor. Bumblebee cringed
from the impact as Ironhide found himself "sitting" on the floor, but not sitting. He looked way too short and his bulky arms were splayed out on either side of him. It didn't make
any sense; his arms were simply too long for them to have this close reach with the surface. He suddenly realized that half of him was missing. His bottom half, but he wasn't in
any pain. Still he was mortified. "Where's the rest of you?" Barricade was as dismayed as the others. "MY LEGS!" Ironhide cried out in panic. "My butt! Wha...? Oh no..!" He began a frantic
search dragging himself about on his powerful arms. Barricade found his lower extremities on another table arranged in a fashion as if they were being analyzed in some way.
Starscream was busy laughing and Bumblebee, while daring not to laugh aloud was straining to keep his agonized snickers in check. "This isn't funny!" Ironhide rumbled angrily.
"Why are my parts up there? What did you do to me?" he demanded of Barricade. "I didn't do this. Maybe there's something wrong with the way you move so it's being worked on."
The mustang-bot theorized. Ironhide realized the time on the wall clock had changed. It now read 5:45 PM and not 3:30 AM in the morning as he had told Starscream. What on earth
was going on? He had grabbed Barricade then-he fell asleep. Only to wake up in this completely inappropriate state. There were dozens of nodes attached to Ironhide's legs running
to what looked like a computer. Surely he would be put back together, right?
Starscream decided to take control. "Let's all get away from here for a bit." he suggested.
"And go where?" asked Bumblebee. "Just out. Hey, I'll show you how awesome a flier I am" Starscream grinned wryly with overconfidence.
Obviously Screamer forgets it's just a movie.
