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ChevyChick - LOL. Sorry. Well, at least it sounds like you liked it. Hmm...Sides, or Sunny? I'm thinking Sunny, but I'm not sure if I can base an entire chapter on Sunny sounding like a femme, and changing him completely would be beyond anything Ratchet would do... Oh, wait, possible idea. I'm not sure how it'll go, but I'll give it a try.
Serindarkwolf19 - Your wish is my command. Coming up soon, a payback chapter. ;)
Dragonwitch250 - Glad you like it :)
BABY BUMBLEE BEE - Thank you :)
Rubyswordmaster - LOL. Well thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it. LOL It has me laughing, too, just because I can so see it! My uncle actually had those on his truck, which is where I got the idea. It's weird, but at least I was always aware of which truck was his, no matter what.
Negimasamurai - LOL. The images?
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(Normal POV)
Prowl drove slowly down the halls of the new base, keeping a wary eye out for the tiny humans that seemed to like to run around, getting underfoot at the most inconvenient times. Even after a couple of weeks here, it was still difficult to get used to. He stopped at one split and frowned as he noticed a new sign there, obviously the doing of Bumblebee.
He remembered hearing about it. It was meant as more of a joke than anything, but it had stuck and Optimus decided to have it kept there. About fifteen feet off the ground was a 'Squishy Crossing' sign, diamond shaped and bright yellow in color. Apparently the twins had gotten into this as well, as someone had painted a crossing there as well, also in bright yellow.
Despite the utter uselessness of such a sign, as all Autobots already knew to keep an eye out, Prowl couldn't help but find it slightly amusing. It helped the humans found it funny, as well.
Pausing momentarily, as his programs recognized the cross-walk, Prowl looked around. Seeing two military men walking by, waving at him as they went, he turned down the hall they'd come from and transformed and slowly began to walk. It would be easier in his bipedal form to dodge any stray humans, than in his cruiser form. He ignored their sudden laughter, thinking they had shared one of their many human jokes.
He'd just come out of a peaceful recharge in the infirmary, and called Ratchet over the comms to ask if he could be cleared to return to his duties. Busy Ratchet had approved, and he was on his way back to his office to find out what he might have missed, because of being injured in a Decepticon attack.
"Hello, Prowl." Optimus nodded, as he rounded the corner.
"Sir." Nodding back, he continued on his way to his office. Then he paused when he heard a suspicious sound from behind him. Turning his head, he blinked in confusion to see Optimus looking at him with wide optics, sounding like he was choking back laughter. "Prime?"
Blinking optics gazed at him a moment, before Optimus cycled his vents in clear amusement and shook his head. "I see the twins were at work." When all he got was a confused look, he gestured vaguely to Prowl. "Happy rabbits, with..." His eyes went dim a moment as he seemed to be looking something up. "Marijuana rolls sticking out of their mouths?"
Looking down at himself, Prowl's optics shuttered and he let out a rather strangled groan. His armor seemed to be in normal condition but for two spray painted bunny rabbits with huge grins and what the humans called 'joint's hanging out of their mouths. Their eyes were also bit 'X's, he supposed it was to show they were under narcotic influence.
"I'll talk to them, old friend." Optimus looked more amused than anything. "At least it's not as bad as Ironhide's little 'decorations' yesterday." He chuckled quietly, and as annoyed as Prowl was, he couldn't help but join in.
"I had best see if Ratchet can remove this." Turning on his heel, he bid Optimus farewell and walked off down the hall, in the opposite direction than his office. It only took him a few moments to reach the med bay, and he entered to find Ratchet reading a data pad.
"What?!" Looking up sharply, Ratchet's optics went wide. Then abruptly, he began to chuckle. "The twins got you, I see. Welcome to the team."
Apparently it was a human ritual known as hazing. Most newcomers that came after the twins had to wait, and were hit randomly with a prank, as a sort of 'Welcome to Earth' gag.
Cursing in Cybertronian, Prowl moved over to the bench and sat down. "What can you do to remove the paint?"
"Hold on, I have just the thing." Ratchet disappeared into the next room a moment, and there was a sound of something rifling through stuff before Ratchet came back with a medium sized tub of something that he couldn't identify. Grabbing a clean rag from one of the work tables, Ratched walked over and began to use the ointment on the paint, and in no time it had been removed with no damage to his armor.
"Just be careful, the twins have been driving everyone insane with their pranks."
With a nod, Prowl set off down the halls, back towards his office. On his way, he paused outside of the cafeteria, where he could hear William Lennox speaking to another soldier whom, when he came around the corner, turned out to be Epps. Normally their conversation wouldn't have him pausing, but it sounded like they were having a minor security issue.
"You're sure? You checked everywhere?" William was frowning as Epps nodded. "And it's all gone?! Do you realize how many boxes there were?!" Crossing his arms over his chest, Will scowled and seemed to think a moment. "Ok, we need to regulate a search. There's no way someone made of with hundreds of boxes of-Oh! Prowl." He nodded to the mech. "How's everything?"
Raising an optic ridge, Prowl knelt down to lessen his massive height over the humans. "I am well, though it seems the twins have finally decided to prank me." He shuttered his optics and shook his head. "But that seems to be the lesser problem at the moment. Something his gone missing?"
"Yeah, you could say that." Epps nodded. He looked torn between amusement and worry. "Over three hundred boxes of kraft dinner have gone missing since this morning." He suddenly grinned. "I'd love to know who took them and why, though."
Optics narrowed slightly. "Do you need assistance in finding the culprit?"
Will shook his head. "Nah, we should be able to do it ourselves. There's security cameras all over, so we'll check them first." He shrugged a little, almost indifferently. "And kraft dinner's prety cheap to buy, if we need to replace it."
With a nod, Prowl slowly shook. "As you wish. I will return to my office then." With a nod down to the humans, he turned and walked out of the room, heading down the halls towards his office. His processor was trying to understand why anyone would want to steal 'kraft dinner'. It seemed to be a cheap and easy to make food product. There didn't seem to be any logical reason-
Warning, system cannot compute.
Shaking his head, Prowl put the thought out of his mind, before he could trip the fault in his logistics routine, that would result in his temporary offlining. As he stopped by his door, he swiped his hand over the panel outside the door. As the door opened, he walked into his room, and paused.
What's that...? There was a scent in the room he couldn't identify. It almost smelled like some of the humans' food. but that didn't make any sense. He was a mech. Mechs didn't eat human food, and humans weren't allowed in his office without his express knowledge and permission, let alone to eat in there without him present. Looking around, he scanned the room. Where is it coming from?
There was the sound of something almost...plastic? Rubbery? Stretching?
Pausing a moment, a feeling of dread washed over Prowl, and very slowly he looked up.
Luckily, he shuttered his eyes and mouth, just in time. With a loud snap, several pounds of warm, slimy, yellow pasta rained down on him. For a moment, he was stuck in the middle of the room, with all the noodles around him, but he managed to wade through cheesy noodles up to his knees. The kraft dinner, I presume.
"Sunstreaker!" Prowl growled loudly, more than aware his entire frame was covered in melted cheese and noodles were getting into all his cracks and crevices. "Sideswipe!" Opening his door, he managed to stumble out of his room. Turning back, he glowered at the ruined office before accessing his internal communications systems. 'Optimus Prime, I would like permission to offline Sunstreaker and Sideswipe.'
He heard his leader chuckling, but what Prime failed to realize was... He wasn't joking.
'And what have they done now?'
Taking a few moments, Prowl sent Optimus the video feed of what happened, and he grimaced when he heard the leader struggling not to laugh out loud at him. Unfortunately, considering the truly few numbers of their kind left, his request was denied, but he was assured the twins would be punished. Walking passed the cafeteria, he paused when he heard William's voice.
"Holy hell! Wow, I think I know now what happened to the kraft dinner." There was a snort and a suspicious hiccup.
"Yeah, and this explains why Sunstreaker was yelling at Sideswipe in Cybertronian, while trying to clean yellow stuff off his paint job." Sam's voice joined him in amusement. When Prowl looked down, the young Witwicky was smirking. "Let me guess, the whole kraft dinner in the locker prank?"
"Locker?" Prowl googled what he meant, and shook his head. "My office."
There was a chorus of low 'oooooohhhhh's, and a few of the soldiers looked almost worried.
"No need to fear. I'll make sure those glitches won't be able to cause anymore trouble." His optic twitched. "After all, they can't prank if they're offline." I'm sure Prime will understand if I explain it. Turning, he stalked off down the hall, calling for Ratchet and Ironhide, knowing that despite their amusement, they'd be more than happy to help him get revenge.
As he went, he grumbled, wiping off noodles and cheese.
Oh yes, they were going to pay.
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