Sorry my chapies are so short, peoples. But I'm trying to make them longer so I can do the sequel right.

Sunny: If I'm the butt of the joke again, you die.

Me: Oh, Sunstreaker, don't be silly! This isn't about you and your multicolored armor. Not today. –snickersnort-

Sunny: Good.

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Chapter 9: Camping! Part 1

"Ironhide, Rachet, you know you have to do this."

Ironhide protested weakly, "But why? What if the Decepticons find her?

Optimus Prime narrowed his optics. "She one of them. I think that won't be a problem. Now, kindly take her out for the day, while I speak with Bee. He's been missing ever since she came here."

-

Floodlight clicked and squeaked loudly. He had good reason to. He was amused.

Apparently, someone,(namely GH and Voltgear, the resident pranksters) had glued several multicolored feathers onto Stascream while in recharge. Then, they had woken him with a rather…let's just say interesting song they found on the Internet. When they'd gotten to the part about owning a parrot, Starscream chased after them, making GH yell the last line before fleeing with the irate mech on their skid plates.

"…And I've never been to Boston in the fall!"

Quakeshot and Shift had taken the day off. It was better to play with the sparkling AWAY from Starscream for today.

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Turret, however, was far from amused today.

She'd been discovered splattered with paint from last night. Unfortunately for herself and Sunny, the paint wasn't the washable variety. It needed to be scrubbed off. But since they didn't have time, they used a powerful soap. It got rid of the paint from last night, but it also washed away her original paint underneath.

Luckily, Sunny had thrown a can of paint at her in his anger. It missed, but when it hit the wall, it popped opened, causing her to be drenched in white paint, the only color she hadn't used last night.

So now her armor was white. Snow white. As in, every speck of dirt shows up, white. How she hated it. She couldn't help it.

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"Sweet Primus! Floodlight, what did you do?!"

The two femmes and the sparkling had already gotten up to the mountainous area. The formerly white sparkling was now covered in mud and debris. "I fell in." he said calmly.

"In where?" The navy blue femme asked, trying not to yell.

"Big puddle. Really big puddle." He pointed in the direction of a lake.

Shift slapped a hand on her forehead.

-

"Come on, Turret! It's not that bad!"

"Your armor s'not sparkly white, 'Hide." The femme retorted. She was riding on Rachet's shoulders so that Ironhide could attack if any Decepticons decided to show up.

"'Hide, I thought I was a Decepticon. Why do you need to protect me from my own teammates?"

Both mechs groaned. She'd asked this question several times already, each time either Rachet or Ironhide saying it was "Prime's orders."

The Autobot leader, plus half of the current soldiers, had had enough of Turret. He'd sent the three off for the day just to get peace and quiet. Sunny and Sides weren't likely to pull anything off due to Sunny's armor and temperament, and Prime needed to speak with Bee about coming back.

-

"He's still too young to use a canon, Quakeshot." The grey and red femme said to her, looking up at the sky. "He's too young to fight."

"Nonsense! If that's the case, I'll just teach him how to use a gun. Those Autobots'll make him too soft and squishy, like this mudball's resident species."

Being the equivalent of a three year old human, Floodlight had no idea what was going on. As the femmes' conversation continued, he looked out and saw some movement across the lake. Curio as a three year old can possibly be, he wandered off to investigate, taking care not to fall in the lake this time.

-

This is part one, people! Part two will come soon. I just need to finish it up.

Sunny: Why aren't I in this one?

Me: You want Turret going after you with a blowtorch?

Sunny:...no.

Me: Then shut it.