A/N: You see, this is what happens when I have the Hamster Dance on my media player, on repeat...


Prime was annoyed. He stood in front of Teletraan-1 waiting for the 'guilty party' to show up for their daily patrol. Sunsteaker and Sideswipe just blinked their optics off then on again as they walked in. "Well?" Prime demanded. The duo exchanged a look, then Sideswipe shrugged. "Umm... You look... good?" he looked at his brother for approval. Prime gave them both a look. "what is this... stuff?" he motioned to the decals adorning the front and sides of his cab.

"They're called flames, prahme." Ironhide sounded from behind him. "When didjya git the new look? looks good on..." the red van trailed off when Prime gave him a stern look and eyeshifted to glance at the twins. "...oh. Raght. Ah'll just be shuttin' up, now."

Prime folded his arms and tried his best to look crossly at the two twins. "This..." he motioned to his new 'flame' paint job "Is not amusing in the slightest. And when I dicover who is responsible for this..." he leaned in slightly. "which I WILL." he put emphasis on those last three words "They will learn the true meaning of punishment. Do I make myself clear?"

Normally Prime wouldn't have to resort to such intimidation tactics himself, what's what he had Prowl for. Unfortunately, the tactician and second in command was still currently unconcious in the repairbay after last night's... impromptu dance party.

"Uh.. yes sir." Sunstreaker nodded, Sideswipe joining him and looking as innocent as the day the two misbegotten pitspawns were sparked. Prime gave them one more scrutinising look then announced crisply "Dismissed." The two walked away.

Sideswipe could be heard asking Sunstreaker "I wonder what all that was about."

"I dunno." the yellow twin replied "But you better not be getting yourself involved in any misplanned mischief."

Prime strained to hear the last couple of words. "Don't worry, Sunny, I won't. At least, not without asking you to help."

"Yeah right, like I'd help your sorry aft, idiot"

"Nice to know you love me too, bro"

"Shut up, slaghead..."


And so it has begun...

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