Water balloons and Ironhide. I predict mayhem and suffering for some poor soul. Let's watch…

How many water balloons does it take to completely soak a boy? The answer is a lot. Sam was hit by so many projectiles, it wasn't funny. Rather, it was hilarious. Ironhide wasn't the weapon specialist of the group for nothing. Even with his tiny targets of Sam and Wheelie running and trying to dodge the oncoming attack, the Cybertronian's aim was true. And anytime the pair thought they had found an area that the giant robot couldn't reach, Annabelle flushed them out with her water gun.

Sam finally had a brilliant idea. He ran towards the main group of laughing humans and Autobots. Believing his loving girlfriend and best friend guardian would surely save him, he was sadly disappointed to find them holding a pair of water balloons each and looking at him mischievously.

"No fair," he yelled at them, seeing his retreat was now being blocked by the Annabelle/Ironhide team. "That is so unfair. You two are supposed to be on my side."

The boy didn't know which movie his Camaro snatched it from, but Bumblebee's reply was simply, "All's fair in love and war.

All four opened fire, saturating Sam, Wheelie, and somehow catching Ratchet in the cross-fire. No one admitted who hit the medic, but the fact it hit his head and Ironhide tried to look innocent about it, everyone could guess. The results were a dripping Sam, a complaining Wheelie, and a grumbling Ratchet. Not to mention the complete amusement of the attackers and party guests.

Taking pity on the shivering boy, Lennox brought him out a towel, "You brought this on yourself."

Sam glared at the older man, "You had those things waiting for me! You planned this before you knew what I got him."

"True, I didn't know what you got Ironhide," he acknowledged, "But I do know you. Besides, it was partially Annabelle's idea. She wanted to get Ironhide something 'fun.' And what does he like better than an excuse to attack someone?"

Pulling the towel across his shoulders, Sam commented with a slight grin, "That was kind of fun."

"What about me?" shouted Wheelie irritably. His stance was very reminiscent of a drenched cat, hunched over and standing on tippy-toes grumpily. Even without the water-logged fur, he gave the same glare a wet feline would. "I get dragged here, sit in a hot car all day, called a baby by that little human, and finally attacked by Ironhide and that miniature Ironhide. And I'll bet I'll rust away and no one will care! I should just have said 'no way ever' when Warrior Goddess asked me to come."

"Oh lighten up about it," Mikaela chuckled, walking over to the dripping pair and Lennox. "Annabelle had a good time. Ironhide enjoyed himself. And neither one of you are hurt. So get over it, Wheelie. If you hadn't laughed as hard, he might not have thrown as many balloons at you."

"But did he have to keep hitting my head? He throws them too hard," the tiny Cybertronian complained.

Poor guys (runs off to laugh at them evilly). Next time, I have planned a nice conversation between a certain little girl and a certain Autobot who turns into a semi-truck. Wish me luck.