DMK: Yeesh, so little reviews for chappie nine… *sniffle* …I see how it is…
Hotshot: Aw shut up ya big baby. *threatens DMK with his fist*
DMK: You're evil too, you know… Fine. I'll go work on Heavy Metal War: Future Century. Methinks you don't need to be in it…
Hotshot: YOU CAN'T KILL ME!
Schwartz: *appears in Gundam* but I can… :D
Hotshot: AAAAAAH! *runs away*
DMK: there… now enjoy! And I am SERIOUSLY running out of pranks and jokes, so a BIIIIG thanks to Choctaw for giving me this idea… :D
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Chapter 11
Jetfire sat in his quarters after the little pinto bean incident, thinking. He had to come up with something that would avenge his little run-in with helium… But what? The 'Kick Me' sign was hilarious, but old. That joke had been around for a millennia or three, well before the humans had come up with it. Then there was the silly 'Shaving-cream-on-the-face-and-tickle-them-until-they-smack-themselves-and-get-it-all-over-their-face', but that was far too messy, and Scavenger was known to be a light sleeper when he was on guard. He COULD superheat some molasses so that it would take the consistency of water, and fill the water tank with it, so that if and when the mercenary needed to clean himself off (usually after recovering a Minicon these days… it was fall, and so the rain was plentiful), it would cool to the point that he would stick to anything and everything. Eventually he'd get to the point that he would be near immobile. Not very funny, but about as annoying as the pinto bean prank his friend had just pulled… Or not. Hmm, he was running out of jokes…
"Maybe I should ask for her help… Naw, come on Jets! You're the Vice Commander! Ya have enough daring and cunning for THREE Autobots… THEN WHY THE HELL CAN'T I THINK OF A GOOD JOKE?! AAAARRRRGH!!!" Then, something hit him. "Messy as molasses, but a lot more hilarious…" he chuckled a bit evilly. Quickly, he set off to set his joke up.
Later…
Scavenger looked around suspiciously. It was quiet.
Too quiet.
Watching every step he made with the utmost care, he made his way to his quarters. His door slid open, and he jumped backwards. Nothing happened. Peering around, he saw no tripwire, just his loose floor tile, and the shadows. He stepped in before it hit him. "Wait, I DON'T HAVE A LOOSE FLOOR TILE!"
He tried to stop his weight from shifting onto it, but it was too late. It slid down into its original position, and he felt the small button underneath him activate…
SPLAT!
"AAAAAGH! JETFIIIIIIIIIIIRE!"
Hearing this at the opposite end of the base, he burst out laughing at the top of his oxygen filters. "Woohahahahahaha! THE MASTA' IS BACK!" Grinning smugly, he headed over to see his 'friend'. When he got there, both RedAlert and Caitlin had beaten him to the punch, and were staring, open-mouthed, at the mercenary, who was covered nearly head-to-toe in brown, thick…
Pudding?!
"Oh…my…lord…" Caitlin struggled to keep her composure. He looked like a huge brown snowman! "AHAHA! Genius, Jets!" She cajoled as she high-fived him. "HE LOOKS LIKE THE WORLD'S LARGEST CHOCOLATE-COVERED KIWI!!! AHAHAH!
"Aw, that was nothing… Just wait until I really get cooking… eh, no pun intended…"
Scavenger was fuming. "I swear to Primus above that I'm going to reformat the both of you…" He threatened in his deep, cold voice, but was greeted by more laughing.
"What's wrong, Kiwi?" Caitlin mocked, slapping her knee as she laughed again. "Buck up!"
He growled softly and glared at her with a look to kill, and uttered. "You will PAY for this…" Then, he turned eerily calm, and trudged away from the group as best he could, being half immobilized by the goo.
"Oh boy, that was good… a bit on the strange side, but good… And hey! I got a new nickname for him, too!"
RedAlert shook his head, leaving the two to gloat about their victory. He had to get on that new prank of his…
Later…
Scavenger stomped into the medbay after cleaning himself off. He was still sore as hell from the humiliation, and was going to talk to RedAlert about their revenge…
"So RedAlert, have you thought of that prank yet?" He asked albeit unhappily.
"Yes, actually, I have…" he responded, as if nothing had happened to his comrade earlier that day, removing several tools from a now-clean drawer. He walked over to the mercenary, and handed him an identical pair of the tools. "Now I think you know what I'm getting at…"
He grinned, but then realized something. "…But would Optimus approve? What if a mission arises?"
"That would be their problem… I'm sure it wouldn't be too serious."
"Well then, by all means let's do this…"
RedAlert grinned as well. "You handle Jetfire, I'll take Caitlin… Longarm and Rollbar would more than likely assist…"
He nodded. "Tonight. Midnight?"
"Of course. Now I'm sure you know how to use that…"
Scavenger seemed a little offended. "I'm not all fight, you know… I am knowledgeable in a bit of medicine…"
"Ah. Well then get ready. This will be the one to end it…" Red told him. 'I hope…'
TBC
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DMK: Junkie Chapter, I know, but it's mainly a filler… the hint from the LAST chapter applies to the next one, But as for the ones who guessed it… Tim, you were close, but Cobalt got it… mwahaha…! :D anyways, Ashana liked it… and so did a friend of mine at school, so yeah… Review and the end of the prank war arc will show itself… so enjoy! AND PLLEEEEEAAASE REVIEW!!!!!