Plot: Bumblebee has to revert back to the '66 Camaro for a bit because Sam doesn't have the proper papers for the '09. This results in sulking, and eventually a 'We Buy Junk Cars' paper being put under his windshield wiper. Bumblebee is not happy.
Sam had bought a 1966 Chevrolet Camaro and gotten license and registration papers for a car of that make and year, which meant that Bumblebee had to ditch the beautiful 2009 version before he returned home from Mission City. It was only for a couple of weeks until Sam received his new, government altered papers, but Bumblebee was still obviously upset about it. This time around, Mikaela and Sam both made sure to keep their lips sealed about how he looked, no matter how funny it was that he was sulking everywhere he went.
Sam had been trying to not use Bumblebee for anything because of that, but he quickly found out that a stir crazy mech was not something he wanted to deal with so it was far easier to just accept Bumblebee's offer of a ride to and from school and for any errands. And apparently errands also covered going to Gamestop with Miles to look around and waste entirely too much money.
As soon as Sam left Gamestop his stomach sank. He could see some sort of bright orange paper under one of Bumblebee's windshield wipers, and it was impossible to know how the mech might feel about some random human using him for advertising. Sam pulled the paper out and unfolded it as he walked to Bumblebee's driver side, and then he snorted and turned the paper around so that Miles could read it from across Bumblebee's hood.
"We buy junk cars," Miles read aloud as he laughed. "Damn, bud. The truth hurts. This thing is a piece of—ow!"
It was impossible to miss the way Bumblebee slammed the edge of his passenger door into Miles' shin. Sam had to fight a wince, and he hissed at Bumblebee under his breath to behave. Then he sent up a silent prayer of thanks that no one's first guess would be an alien robot car.
"He's sensitive," Sam said. He knew Miles would take it as a joke, but Sam meant it as a warning. "Better watch what you say."
"Oh, I'm soooo sorry," Miles rolled his eyes and rubbed at his shin. "I'll take it to dinner to make up for it."
"Him," Sam corrected.
"You're so weird," Miles sighed.
Sam could have fought that accusation insanely easily considering it was Miles saying it, but he decided to be nice and say nothing at all. He'd have to remember to make sure to tell Bee that the dinner thing was a joke—it was always weird what one of the Autobots would and wouldn't take seriously. The last thing he needed was for Bee to pull a repeat Satan's Camaro move with Miles as the focus.