Plink Plink Plink CRASH!

were the sounds that greeted Jazz as he entered his room.

"'Fits I'm back!" he called tapping on the Side of the drawer where Misfits 'lived'

Plink Plink plink plinkCrash crash "Damnit All to the seven levels of hell! Oh, hi Jazz... HEY WAIT A SECOND! I"M A LADY THEREFORE YOU SHALL CALL ME MISS FITS THANK YOU SO VERY KINDLY!"

Apparently to Jazz what ever Misfits was doing wasn't going her way and it was beginging to make her get frustraited hence her little Addtiued

He opened the drawer and saw Misfits playing a keyboard.

"Misfits I didn't know ya played keyboard!"

Misfits looked up and smiled at her black and white roommate

"Well yah, I've played for about a year now, I just haven't bothered to bring it in."

"Do ya know any songs?"

"Yeah! Bumblebee from DDR!"

"yar kiddin!"

"Nope! I just learned it recently and I know it by heart!"

"Play it then!" Jazz urged.

"Okay!"

Misfits conentrated and played the first notes

"I can't sing to what i play though I'm still workin' on it. and I can't sing as fast as I play either."

Jazz nodded politely and smiled allowing misfits to continue with playing Bumblebee.

Menawhile out side Jazz's spiffy room

Bumblebee strolled by hoping not to get spotted by Misfits when he her play THAT song

he did the stop, drop, and roll and hit into a wall screaming his head off

In Jazz's hall of Music and break danceing funness

Jazz heard a loud bang and so did Misfits

She stopped playing while in the middle of the second verse.

"I think that was our Resident local Punch Buggy. wow! even playing the song sends him into an coma! I think he needs therapy now. I'll go stick a post-it note to him telling Ratchet!" and she ran out of the drawer with her little post-it note pad which was in the shape of the Autobot badge and stuck a note to Bumblebees head saying he needs therapy now. with Misfits Signiture on it and a little smiley face with spiral eyes. and went back into Jazz's room to finish Bumblebee.

Jazz shook his head laughing.

It'd been months since the last time Misfits sang the song Bumblebee. and now here she was playing it and not singing it and poor Bumblebee still remembers how it went.

Med bay, one day later.

Bumblebee opened an optic with a head ache and a big giant blurr of something.

"Hiya BB! are ya feelin' arlight?" Misfits waved to the Yellow Volkswagon beetle.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GET IT OFF!GET IT OFF!GET IT OFF!GET IT OFF!GET IT OFF ME NOW!" Bumblebee screamed like a girl.

"WHERE IS IT?" Misfits hopped off off Bumblebee and onto the ground. and then stoped and stuck a finger in the air " Wait a second! What is it thats so scary that were screaming on about!"

"RATCHET HELP!"

Ratchet over from working on Ironhide and ran over to Bumblebee and Misfits.

He looked down at Misfits and then at the cowering Bumblebee.

"Bumblebee its only Misfits, she isn't going to kill you believe me,Shes annoying we all know. but its like living with a less annoying verson of Sideswipe mixed with Bluestreak shes easy to ignore just tell her to shut the hell up. now will you get over yourself before I do it for you? shes not scary."

"See Ratch, I told you he needed therpy...just like the Minicons back in the Armada Universe. but I think he needs it more.Maybe the Red Alert I know can help him. OH or maybe-"

"Misfits. Shut up. Do the universe a favor. Conserve energy and shut up."

"Yes sir!"

"See?"

Bumblebee continuted to cower like a big oversized yellow chicken. muttering things that made the medic worry

Ratchet shook his head.

"Hey, Misfits, think you could get this Red Alert of yours to fix him?" he asked, not wanting to deal with Bumblebees insanity.

"Sure! I'd love to help You out Ratchet! I'll go ask R.A. right now! I'm sure he'd be glad to help...though I'm not so sure Hotshot'll be to pleased to see me agian...OH WELL HIS LOSS! OUR GAIN!"

And with that Misfits warped out to the Armada Universe.

Bumblebee cowered somemore before shutting himself down into recharge.

Armada Universe

"Hiya Red Alert!" Misfits pounced on the medic's head

"Hello Misfits, why are you back here I thought you went to another Dementsion?" Red Alert asked while pausing in his paper work

"I did, And MY friends there need help. Medic help. think you could help out a little or have the Minicons been found to need more therepy?"

"No the Minicons are doing well Misfits thank you for your concern, and Yes I will help in what I can."

" Great thanks Red Alert. say wheres Hotshot and Sideswipe-san?"

"They're on a mission." Red Alert replid and gathered up some of his supplies.

"Aw that sucks I was hoping to Say Hi to Sideswipe.blarg, oh well, to CMO Ratchet we shall go! oh you might feel a little disoredented after warping just to let you know." Misfitd warned

"CMO Ratchet?"

"Cheif Medical Officer Ratchet. for the Autobots."

"I idolized him in my younger years as a Medic in training you know Misfits."

"Really! WOW! thats Spffiy,well now you get to meet your Idol, maybe if hes in a mood good enough He'll give you his Autograph!" Misfits giggled as she warped.