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It had been quiet for a while at the Autobot base after Ratchet and Ironhide's revenge on the twins. Almost five days to be precise. And everyone knew that it would happen sooner or later. Revenge is a double edged sword. And this time, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had help.
Sam jumped when he turned around to see two mechs grinning (he assumed they were grinning) down at him. Sideswipe crouched to Sam's height so he could keep his vocals down. "Sam, could you do us a favor? We've got a list of some things we'd need for a little…oh hell, payback." Next to him Sunstreaker lowered his hand and in it was a piece of paper with a list of items. Sam looked over the sheet and looked back up at the two. "You need these? Sure, fine. How much do you need?"
Sam came back with Bumblebee about an hour later and chewed out Sideswipe and Sunstreaker for the looks he'd gotten at the store. He handed over the goods and walked away, cleaning his hands of the mess that he saw coming. He got back inside Bumblebee and tapped the steering wheel. "Come on Bee, let's get outta here before Ratchet figures out who got them all of that stuff." Bee, remembering what Ratchet was capable of when truly angry, peeled out and once they got back to the house he parked inside the garage and shut off his headlights. Bee already knew the first step to surviving a Ratch attack. Lay low and keep out of the war zone.
"Come on Sides, they only need to be in the there for a few seconds. Dip 'em in, take 'em out and peel 'em. Yes! I can't wait to see what happens when they wake up. Who do thinks' gonna freak out worst? I'd bet energon on it being Ratchet." Sideswipe turned away from the liquid nitrogen and looked at his brother. "Nah, it'll be Ironhide. Ratchet is a terror, but Ironhide's got the guns. Not that he'll be able to use them by the time we're done."
No one understood why the temperature in the base had been turned up over that certain period of time. Why the time coincided with when Ratchet and Ironhide had both decided to sleep never dawned on anyone. Until they stumbled upon the mess. Like Sidesipe and Sunstreaker the medic and weapons specialist slept in their vehicle modes. Which meant that like normal, human cars, the once frozen shaving cream that had been stuffed inside of them was now very well into the interior and foaming out of any possible seams. The brothers had decided to play Ratchet and Ironhide's game by using human methods of revenge. One very well known one was where you froze shaving cream and stripped the metal can away so that when the shaving cream defrosted it would expand. Everywhere. And for added fun the two had poured gummy worms all over so that every few inches you could see a multicolored worm sticking out of the white fluffy mass.
In his room Sam felt a quake and he fell out of his bed, sending Mojo flying across the room onto the desk. "Oh God, oh God, oh God!" He went to shut his curtains but before he could close the last one a bright light shone through the window. "Sam, you wouldn't happened to have given Sideswipe and Sunstreaker shaving cream lately?" Ratchet's somewhat covered eye was glaring (again he had to guess, but at least this time the voice said something of the mood) and he laughed nervously. "Um…no Ratchet I don't remember giving them shaving cream. Come on, what would they shave?" Ironhide appeared next to Ratchet's head. "Give up and I won't destroy you and the rodent." Sam looked over at Mojo and considered running. "Aren't you going to kill me anyway?"
"Clean this up and you live boy."
"That rings oddly of Megatron, Ratchet."
Meanwhile, Bumblebee made a silent salute to Sam.
I'll protect you from the decepticon army, I'll go through human-inflicted torture, and I'll even take on Megatron.
But no way in Heaven, Hell or Cybertron was he taking on Ratchet.
I loved that last part. I decided to make one more chapter for this just so Sunstreaker and Sideswipe could get the last prank in. And what's a story without a little Mojo in it?
