Ok, due to the review where someone commented about it sounding like the last chapter was more of a sabotage mission and less of a spy mission, let me explain to joy of espionage to you. A "Spy" specializes in gathering information through observation and... Through stealing. Haven't you watched Mission Impossible? That's a spy. Now, sabotage. Sabotage is the art of taking things apart. Ruining plans, making things backfire, etc. Example: So and so pisses off a saboteur, then tries to escape and finds someone has taken apart the engine of his escape car, in some small, subtle way. It won't start. He tries for the only other car in the lot, which happens to be rigged with a bomb. Boom. Lesson? Don't fuck with a saboteur. Now, how is a Sabotage and Espionage simaliar? Very simple. The saboteur will destroy you by making things fall apart. A spy will destroy you using information. Lesson learned? Good! Back to being insane. I LIKE PICKLES! This, is a crack fic. I am so proud of this chapter, I could cry. Don't ask what I'm on... It's called help me I've lost my fricken mind... I honestly don't know where this came from! I think the rabid hamster in my mind is having a seizure. Please don't kill me? -hides-

Chapter 11- My little monster...

Sideswipe scowled. He knew that grin. That was the I'm about to get us both slagged because I'm bored and I was born without a processor grin. Sighing, he watched his brother disappear down the hallway.

Sure enough, five minutes later he received a set of coordinates that made no sense. If anyone followed them, they would end up on the bottom of the pacific ocean. Fortunately, Sideswipe spoke fluent Sunstreaker. With a sigh he made his way to the lower brig, which was never used because the security system had conveniently fritz'd several months ago and try as they might, no one could fix it.

"The pickle dances naked upon the ass of Optimus Prime..."

Sunstreaker's cheerful voice acknowledged his password. "Which isn't as big as his head."

"Ok stupid, I'm here. What the fuck do you have planned this time?"

Sunstreaker grinned, stepping out of the shadows and handed Sideswipe a data pad. "I thought you might want to handle this, since business deals are your specialty."

Sideswipe scanned the data pad, his optics widening before he burst into a fit of giggles. "Primus Sunny, this is almost too good to be true."

"I know. So, should we take it?"

"Are you kidding? How can we not?"

Sunstreaker's grin widened "Allllllright! The dynamic duo is about to become a trio! Boo-Shaka-Yah!"

Squeak let out the most dramatic scream she possibly could as Sideswipe walked briskly through the rec room, grabbed her by her scruff bar and dragged her out, a look of homicidal rage on his face. Ironhide, Barricade and Prowl exchanged horrified looks and got up, hurrying after him.

It took them about 20 seconds after they fell through a carefully welded weak spot in the floor into a pool of pink paint and glitter to realize that they had been set up.

Sideswipe handed a giggling Squeak to Sunstreaker and leaned against the wall, trying to stop laughing enough to talk as tears leaked out the corners of his optics.

"We are so dead... Oh primus are we dead!" Squeak giggled hysterically, clinging to Sunstreaker, who was grinning like a five year old on a sugar rush.

"No, we're dead. You'll be just fine. That scream was very well done by the way." Sideswipe wheezed, the corner of his mouth aching.

"We have exactly 14 minutes until they get out of there and when they do, we're going to be in the brig in pieces so lets make this fast. Squeak, we've considered your generous offer to be our personal spy. Alas, we couldn't possibly hire you. Your a youngling. It wouldn't be right." Sunstreaker said softly.

Squeak hung her head, disappointment and hurt flooding her spark.

"Way to go Slaghead, you hurt her feelings!" Sideswipe scowled, punching his brother.

Sunstreaker shoved his brother away and lifted Squeak's head with a finger under her chin, his big blue optics twinkling. "Your like a sister to us Squeak. We adore you. So, we have a proposition of our own. We've decided, for the first time in history, to give up our sacred bond of twinhood for you."

Squeak's optics widened. She had heard countless stories about the twins, they were the twins. To give that up for anything... She simply couldn't believe it. "But... You two are..."

"Inseparable." Sideswipe finished for her. "But we can't imagine life without you. So, we've decided to give up being twins and become triplets. That is of course, if you can tolerate us... We aren't perfect Squeaks. Not by a long shot..."

"And we get in trouble all the time." Sunstreaker said with a grin.

"But we have fun doing it." Sideswipe said.

"And no matter what, we always have each other's backs" They said in unison, watching her eagerly.

Squeak thought she would burst with joy. "Yes!"

The twins looked at the barred door as the sounds of angry mesh's fearing for the life of a youngling were heard approaching. They turned back to Squeak. "Ok, you may have to wait a few weeks to call it in, but as a welcome gift, we're giving you a free prank. Anything you want."

Squeak grinned. "Anything?"

3 Minutes later, a bright pink and sparkly Ironhide smashed through the door, followed by every mech in the base, armed to the teeth. He found the twins standing there, side by side. Squeak peered around Sideswipe's leg, grinning sheepishly.

Sideswipe spoke first, in a cheerful tone that scared the crap out of everyone in the room. "Hi boys! We were just talking about you!"

Sunstreaker spoke next, his tone was even more terrifying, seething with cold, heartless rage. So unlike him it left the team of war hardened mechs shocked into complete silence, unable to even form a coherent sentence.

"You lay a single finger on our sister, that is unkind in any way. I will kill you. One by one. Slowly and painfully while you recharge."

Taking her cue, Squeak stepped out from behind her brothers and skipped out of the room, singing cheerfully. Pausing in the doorway, she turned and in her most cheerful voice said "Thanks for playing with me! See you when your out of the brig ok?"

To the further shock of everyone, the twins instantly returned to their normal selves, grinning like maniacs. "You betcha sis! Love ya!"

An ocean of deep blue optic's followed the little youngling as she joyfully skipped passed the stunned mech's and headed down the hallway. They turned back to the twins, who were grinning wickedly and holding out their hands.

Sunstreaker, in his usual insanely cheerful voice said "Well? Don't just stand there. Take us to the brig."