Author's Notes: Thanks for the reviews. For more Transformers and halloween costumes, please read my fic You know you're addicted to Humans, ch 4. Thanks to imaginethat96 for Optimus watching Bambi suggestion. Theme: To the insider it makes sense. To anyone outside, not so much.

Drabble 79

"The logic escapes me," Mirage admitted.

"Little higher please," Sam instructed, spreading the white netting further.

"We spent two days sweeping the cobwebs free and removing the insects lest they bite," Hound reminded.

"These? Just decorations. It's about pranks, and eating tons of candy and getting away with it."

"How is that different from the rest of the year with the twins and Ratchet?" Hound teased.

"It's a holiday," Sam stressed, wiring the spider into place.

"With fake blood and dressing like mythical beings?" Mirage asked.

::It's Halloween. Trick or treat:: Bumblebee sent.

Drabble 80

"Prowl, I cannot stress this enough. I do not want to be disturbed," Optimus stated firmly. "This meeting is of the highest importance."

"Your schedule is clear and the base alerted," his SIC reassured.

"Any emergencies..."

"Will be handled. Now go before you are late."

Making his way across base, Optimus smiled before entering the recreation room.

"You came."

"A good Prime learns the indigenous culture and values input from the smallest of its inhabitants."

"Why not say you like cartoons?" Annabelle giggled, pulling out her DVD collection.

"I just did."

Drabble 81

James Henry was a retired federal agent who bragged nothing surprised him and very little scared him. Retiring to the suburbs concluding a long and exciting career. Now, utter boredom.

"Lock the garbage lid!" His wife reminded.

"Iraq, Iran and I got married. Getting old is not what I expected," he grumbled, taking the trash out the back door.

Then someone fell over his fence before screaming and running past. Panic had many faces, all familiar. His was sheer terror.

The cat chasing him seemed happy, rifle and all.

"Martha, the dog sleeps inside from now on."

Drabble 82

"Oh, don't be a sissy," Ratchet growled, reaching under the bunk and dragging the huddled liaison out. "Alice barely touched you. Any other femme would have taken your arm off."

"But...she's...not..."

"Human? What gave her away? The nine foot metal spiked tail or a complete lack of interest in you? Wait, human females don't care either," Ratchet sniped, his medical scans confirming old injuries.

"Help... me?" He pleaded, uncurling a little.

"I'm a doctor not a psychiatrist. I recommend immediate release, CMO authorization."

"You're freeing me?"

"Rescheduling. The twins need the brig later."