Sideswipe held his hand up, a round, jiggling object in his palm. "Just look at it Sunny, it's perfection, a marvel of engineering. I've gotta admit, the humans have us beat here. Seriously, it's genius."

"Yeah whatever, just get over and help me with this" Sunstreaker grouched, his head fins getting tangled in a net he was trying to hold up.

Sideswipe pranced over to his brother and pulled the net off. "You know that was nice of Wheeljack to help us out here, too bad he thought these were for an easier way to wash the Ark."

"Throw him under the bus when Prowl catches us?"

"Exactly," Sideswipe snickered.

After a few minutes of silent work their contraption was properly set up. "Great! Now all Prowler's gotta do is walk up to his door and…" he pantomimed something crashing down from the ceiling and onto the floor, accompanied by sound effects.

"And now we wait," Sunstreaker said deviously and the two rounded the nearest corner to watch.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the door that Sideswipe and Sunstreaker had been working by, Prowl leaned back in his chair and smirked. He'd heard every single word that had been spoken out in the hallway. The two clearly thought he was out on a scouting mission tonight, but what they don't know is that Trailbreaker took his shift so that Prowl could get some last minute work done.

Now, how to turn the tables on the pranksters? He could call the twins to his office and force the trap on them? Effective, but not very subtle. After a moment of consideration a smile crept onto his face and he activated his comm. "Ironhide, could you come to my office please?"

"What do ya need?" Ironhide growled on the other end of the link.

"I just need to discuss some scheduling issues with you."

"Can't ya jus' tell me what the problem is?"

"No I need to show you the charts in person. Please come down to my office immediately."

Ironhide sighed. "Fahn," he said before cutting the link.

Prowl relaxed, feeling pleased with himself. And just like the twins outside his door, he sat back and waited for the show to begin.

Several minutes passed. Prowl was casually glancing through the nearest data pad when he finally heard the sound of footsteps approaching his door. He put the pad down, anticipating the fireworks to come. But the next serious of voices and sounds was not what he had been expecting at all.

From a distance, but rapidly approaching, a voice came to Prowl's audios. "Hey Prowl there's been something I've been meaning to ask you but I keep forgetting and forgetting and I thought I wouldn't be able to ask you tonight because you had a scouting shift but then I remembered you stayed in your office to work on stuff so I thought I'd take the opportunity to ask you if…"

"NO BLUE WAIT!"

Ker-SPLASHHHH-FOOSH..drip drip drip..drip...drip...drip

Prowl's tanks churned in dread as he sprang out of his chair and rushed to the door, opening it to quite a – colorful scene. Bluestreak stood in front of him, optics wide, multicolored paint coating him from chevron to pedes, dripping off his doorwings and onto the equally paint-coated floor. Remnants of dozens of Cybertronian sized water balloons were scattered around his pedes, and one was hanging off his chevron. Both doorwingers stared at each other in shock.

"Ask you if... if you wanted your... data pad back," Bluestreak stuttered, offering the aforementioned pad to Prowl, it too dripping with paint.

Prowl very slowly turned to look down the hallway and saw Sideswipe standing there, in a position as if he had just tried to stop something really fragile from crashing to the ground, and expression that told he had failed and the thing had just shattered all over the floor. Sunstreaker was nowhere to be seen.

Next Prowl looked up to see the net that had held up the paint filled balloons, hanging open from the trip-wire Bluestreak had triggered.

"What in Sam Hill?"

Finally Prowl looked to the right and saw Ironhide standing down the hall, staring at the entire scene in bewilderment. "What happened to Bluestreak?"

All three turned to look again at Sideswipe, still holding the same position but now with an 'oh scrap' expression on his face.

"Heh, wrong Datsun?" the frontliner ventured before turning and fleeing down the hall.

Ironhide sighed and trudged down after him. "Ah'll go get 'im, that turbi-revvin' pit-spawned fragger..."

Prowl looked back at Bluestreak, still, for once in his life, speechless. The tactician let out a vent. "Come on, let's get you to the wash racks," he said, guiding the younger doorwinger with a hand without touching the paint coated armor.

So it had come to this, Prowl thought, the young and innocent had been caught in the crossfire. This wasn't over, punishing those twins clearly wasn't working, and getting other mechs involved was clearly not the right path either. Those twins must be brought to justice, and Bluestreak must be avenged. It was time to get his own hands dirty.