Authors Note: Sorry for the wait. Been sick. Primus, does it suck. But here's another Chapter of That's Showbizz. Probably too short and sounds weird, but I was half alive when I wrote it XD. And if you have any suggestions for this fanfic, they would be welcomed and greatly appreciated.

Enjoy!

Chapter 7: Patrol

"Jazz, Prowl, you're on patrol. Apparently the whole police department is out sick with this new H1N1 flu. Some nasty stuff, it seems" Optimus ordered.

"We're on it, Prime" Jazz smiled.

"Finally, something meaningful to do besides selling ourselves out" Prowl growled.

"Oh quit your grippin' Prowler and let's roll on outta here" Jazz snorted and transformed, rolling out of the base.

Prowl hummed in annoyance before following after his partner.

BEEP

"So what exactly are we patrolin' for anyways?" Jazz asked as they scowered the streets of Metro.

"Anything suspicious. Decepticon activity, drug dealings, violences..." Prowl began but was stopped when he nearly ran over a man dressed in drag.

"Hey watch it hunny, you nearly damaged the goods" the man-lady pouted, brushing off his chest.

"Er...hello, ma'am...or...sir...are you in need of assistance?" Prowl asked.

"Sure, you can pay me for a good time" the man winked "I'm good for it"

"Yo' Prowler...I think this man wants to get up all in your trunk" Jazz snickered as he played My Humps by Black Eyed Peas.

"Shut up, Jazz. That's Illogical...WHAT IN PRIMUS ARE YOU DOING?" Prowl gasped in disgust as the lady-dude ran a hand over the police car disguise.

"Nice ride, mind if I hop on?"

"Ah, no. No, we really have to be going" Prowl started.

"Aw, come on Prowl, don't want to have some fun on the job?" Jazz laughed, swearing he was going to short circuit.

"Not funny, Jazz. Let's get out of here"

The two patrol cars sped away, leaving the cross dresser to pout and mouth 'Rude'.

"I'm so glad I got that on tape, can't wait to show the guys back at base, how un-prowl-like, you can be" Jazz snickered.

"Un-prowl-like? What is that supposed to mean?" Prowl frowned.

"You are the Mr. uptight, business, moral nazi" Jazz pointed out.

"I am not. I merely see lots of irrational and illogical accurances that I wish to change by being practical and..."

"Blah blah blah" Jazz ended "you need to relax, man, have some fun"

"There's no time for fun, someone has to be serious" Prowl said determinedly.

"I think you need a car wash" Jazz said casually.

"Car wash?"

"Yeah, it's where the humans wash cars for money" Jazz laughed.

"Sounds like what that lady...or...man...was wanting to do" Prowl scowled.

Jazz snickered and looked at his internal clock "Seems like Patrol times, over. Can't wait to show sunstreaker and sideswipe what happened"

"You will do no such thing, I will make out a mountain of paper work to confiscate that footage if I have to!"

"Sure, ok...If you can catch me first!" Jazz roared with laughter as he sped off, blaring rock and roll.

"JAZZ!"