A/N: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Prowl's eye twitched. This couldn't be good. His suspicions were confirmed when Bumblebee, bless his spark, suddenly burst into dancing.

"Bumblebee, what on Cybertron are you doing?" Optimus inquired.

"It's a—uh… I have no idea. But it's fun!"

Soon the other Autobots began to dance as well, wether they liked it or not. First BB, then Bulkhead, and (eventually) Rachet. They all stood in a line and did the trademark bunny dance, hips swinging and hands flapping. Even the big guy soon gave in and joined the line.

But not Prowl. There's always one person unaffected by the mind control, and Prowl had to be that bot. At first he covered his ears, but the music went all the way to his spark.

Then he tried processor over matter, and it worked! He silently thanked Primus that his instructor had made him learn that.

Whew!

A/N: Are you disappointed? Keep reading.

"Oa-oa-a
Dansa med oss
Klappa era händer
Gör som vi gör
Ta några steg åt vänster
Lyssna och lär
Missa inte chansen
Nu är vi har med
Caramelldansen

O-o-oa-oa
O-o-oa-oa- a..."

No! It couldn't be! But alas it was, and as the music grew louder and louder, Prowl accepted his fate and silently bid his dignity farewell...

As Prowl joined the others in dancing, Soundwave watched from his lair. This was priceless! And if this was possible… Well, it could open up a whole armada of possibilities for the Decepticons! The Autobots would finally be destroyed!

The Autobots would finally be destroyed… As he watched them dance, Soundwave began to have second thoughts about giving this kind of power to Megatron. I mean, they were so helpless to stop an oncoming invasion! And did they really deserve to die?

Do the Autobots really deserve to die? Why was Soundwave thinking these things? He was a Decepticon! And yet… It was Sari that brought him to life. They would surely kill her too.

Sure, he may be killed himself, or kicked out of the Nemesis at the least. But there was no way Soundwave was going to be the cause of a little girl's death, especially the one who created him.

Sari was pooped. Why was she still dancing? No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find the strength to sit down. She began to think she would be stuck like this forever when the music stopped, and she could move again.

Weird.

As the music slowed down to a close in the Autobot base, Bumblebee crashed down to the floor. Everyone was pooped. Prowl was nowhere to be seen, and nobody blamed him.

"What was that infernal racket?" Rachet practically yelled.

"I don't know. But it couldn't have been good." Optimus provided.

"Y'all do that," Bumblebee moaned, "and I'll take a stasis nap." The rest of the team followed suit.

Meanwhile, Prowl casually rode along the freeway, thinking. Who on earth could have engineered a song that could force Transformers to –

He suddenly veered left, and with a squeal of tires, he was off and headed in the general direction of his answer.

Soundwave wasn't at all surprised to see Prowl in an alley, waiting for him. What surprised him was that it was just Prowl and not the entire team.

"Why?" was all Prowl could muster.

"I am certain you will not believe me when I say I am sorry. But I am also certain you and the other Autobots will enjoy this. I can only hope it compensates for what has happened."

And with that, he ejected a black box from his chest, transformed, and sped off.

Prowl looked at the device. It was a standard Cybertronian comm. system, much like today's FaceTime chat. But why would Soundwave give him this?

A video feed appeared on the screen. Was that Megatron?

Soundwave readied his chords as he sat outside the window of the Nemesis. Megatron sat on his throne, with the rest of the Decepticons. He was just beginning his speech when music filled the room.

"Dansa med oss
Klappa era händer
Gör som vi gör
Ta några steg åt vänster
Lyssna och lär
Missa inte chansen
Nu är vi har med
Caramelldansen….

Megatron's eye twitched.

FIN

A/N: Whew! Done! I just needed a break from my other stories. I need to find away to close up Gent's Adventures, because I've moved on. But it's only the beginning… I'll solve that problem soon. Until then… Be good, don't do crack, stay in school! Max8080 out! PEACE!