Chapter 5
"Operation: Oops"
It was soon after that the four bots decided to get up and take care of the Omnicon rescue mission. Optimus called a ship from earth to transport the Omnicons to a base on the said planet.
All returned to Ocean city and relaxed at the base for the next day. But just because they were relaxing, didn't mean that they couldn't have some fun as well...
Iron Hide and Kicker walked though the many halls of Ocean City, seeming to be searching for something.
"She's not in her room. Or outside..." Kicker though allowed, "And we've been through almost every hall and corridor in Ocean City."
"I wonder where she went," Iron Hide also thought allowed, trying to help his human partner in the search.
Forte walked across the hall far ahead. She was carrying some cases of supplies to who-knows-where.
"Hey!" Kicker broke into a sprint, "Forte, wait!"
Iron Hide followed after the boy, jogging with ease as Kicker tried to catch up with the not-noticing Forte.
Kicker cut a turn and broke off running once again, "Forte!"
"Huh?" Forte stopped and turned around, tilting her head to see past the cases in her arms, "Kicker? What's wrong?"
Kicker stopped in front of the femme bot, slouching and huffing, "Nothing's...wrong. Go finish with whatever...you're doing...and come join me...and Iron Hide."
"Join you in what?" asked Forte.
By this time, Iron Hide had caught up with Kicker and stood behind him.
Smirking, Kicker answered the femme's question, "We're gonna play a prank on someone."
"You boys are such trouble-makers." Forte turned back to her original direction and began to walk again, "Follow me and I'll go put these up."
"What are they?" Iron Hide asked as he and Kicker began to follow the short femme.
"Oh, just things from my base on Planet Zolt," Forte smiled a bit to herself, remembering a few of her happy moments at her home. "You just can't let go of some things, you know?"
"Yeah," Kicker sighed.
The three-entered Forte's room. She set her cases on her recharge berth and faced the two boys, "So what's this little prank that you two are scheming up?"
"We just thought you'd like to join in," Iron Hide assured.
"But we're gonna prank Hotshot and Jet Fire," said Kicker.
"Oh? And what are you going to do to them?" Forte smirked, "Start a fight? Dump fish guts on them? Embarrass them?"
"We're gonna embarrass them so much that they'll change their paint job to red." Kicker sneered up to Forte, giving her that sinister look that he get when he has a great idea.
"Okay. We're not getting anywhere if you don't tell me what exactly that we're suppose to do," Forte placed a hand on her hip and sighed, "Stop wasting time and tell me what's going on."
"There's a meeting scheduled tonight," began Iron Hide. "Kicker and I overheard Hotshot and Jet Fire say that they were gonna take a nap before the meeting..."
"So," Kicker smirked, "While those two are recharging, us three are gonna sneak into their rooms and loosen the screws on their rear panels. It'll be great! When they go to the meeting, they'll be bare of their butts!" He grinned evilly at his genius plan.
Forte stared at Kicker for a few moments, a smile twitching on her gray metallic lips. A chuckle faintly sounded from her. And then a burst of laughter. "That's great! Just picturing it kills me!" She continued laughing and suddenly paused. Forte looked down to Kicker again and looked up to Iron Hide. "Let's do it," she said with a stern voice. "But with minor changes."
Jet Fire snored on his recharge berth as he slept in his room. All else was seemingly quiet in his room, not a soul disturbing him. Until the door slid open to reveal Iron Hide, Kicker, and Forte.
"All right," whispered Kicker. "Let's get started."
The three crept up to Jet Fire, who rolled onto his side, snoring in a way that resembled a pig. Forte handed a screwdriver to Iron Hide.
The bots began taking the bolts off of Jet Fire's rear panel in a quiet and sneaky manner. Kicker was given the bolts, who placed them gently in a large bag that was labeled "Jet Fire".
They soon finished their step one in the prank and walked out of the room, taking the panel with them, moving to step two of the process.
Walking into Hotshot's room, the three found him lying on his stomach, snoring a little less loudly than Jet Fire. They began step two, placing the bolts in a bag labeled "Hotshot". As they took the panel and crept out, the alarm sounded throughout the city, waking Hotshot.
"Hurry," Kicker shouted a whisper. "Get out! Get out!"
The three ran through the now opened door and disappeared down the hall. They neared Jet Fire, who was standing outside his door, stretching and yawning.
"Hey, g...uh," Jet Fire waved as Iron Hide, Forte, and Kicker ran passed him, "...Never mind." He shrugged and walked down the hall, meeting up with Hotshot.
Neither two noticed a thing as they walked to the meeting with circuitry bare...
All Autobots and human employees of Ocean city were crowed into the room for the meeting. Even our three pranksters were there, trying to maintain straight faces.
"Now if only..." Optimus looked around the room, only to be interrupted by who he was looking for.
"Sorry we're late, Optimus." Hotshot walked through the doors, Jet Fire close behind him.
The two made their way through the crowd, snickers and chuckles began to sound as they passed each bot. Even a few gasps were heard from the humans.
"What's so funny?" Jet Fire whispered to Hotshot.
Hotshot shrugged and stopped in front of Optimus.
The snickers turned to soft laughs, the chuckles turned to face coughs. The two bots turned around, "What's so funny?"
A hand rested on each bot's shoulder, "Mind explaining to me what happened?" Optimus' voice said behind them.
Turning around once again, Hotshot and Jet fire gave their commander a confused look. Optimus whispered to them, "It seems that..."
"You've just been pantsed!" Kicker called from the back of the crowd of bots. He sat on Iron Hide's shoulder and slapped Forte's own as he laughed so hard that it seemed he would create a whole new meaning to "bursting a gut".
"Pantsed?" Hotshot and Jet Fire asked in unison.
The entire popularity of the meeting busted out in laughter.
"Look at your butts!" said Kicker.
Hotshot and Jet fire looked behind and down, only to find that their rear panels were missing, and piles of wire and tubes were exposed to the world.
"Why you..." Hotshot started.
"Oh, You're gonna pay for that." jet fire threatened.
"Calm down, everyone," Optimus commanded.
The room grew silent, and Optimus made his way to Kicker, Iron Hide, and Forte. "The three of you, follow me," he pointed to each of them and walked out of the room.
The two victim bots followed behind, covering their rears with their hands.
Optimus peeked through the door, "Alexis, continued the meeting."
"Sure, Optimus," Alexis nodded and began. "After find the Omnicons on Moon Base..."
"All right, return the panels," Optimus ordered.
Iron Hide and Forte shyly handed the panels to their owners.
"And the bolts."
Kicker did the same with the bags, except he had a more "This sucks" face.
Jet Fire and Hotshot angrily took their things and walked back to their rooms.
"Now," Optimus started, "That was the worst possible thing you could do at a meeting like this."
The three watched Optimus in slight confusion.
"That meeting had important people there. The President, for instance. To pull a stunt like that only shows them that we aren't serious about this war. We don't want the image of being completely careless." Optimus sighed and continued on, "there are time when you can do these things, but that was a time when you shouldn't. Understand?"
They nodded, and Optimus walked off. All three watched and waited for him to return into the room.
Forte was the first to react, punching the wall behind her, "Man! I can't believe we just did that! We made fools of our entire race!"
"Oh no. Forte's getting mad," Iron Hide freaked and backed up a step, "And we're her nearest victims!"
Even Kicker felt a bit of fear growing inside him. He sighed and gazed to the ground, knowing that he had a temper as well, but not as bad as Forte. Even so, Kicker took this time to try what others haven't.
"Punch the wall..." he said in a droned voice, still gazing to the ground. "Forte, punch the wall. Rip it to shreds. Just remember that you have allies here. Remember who they are."
Forte cringed and tightened her fist. She drew it back and slammed it into the wall. She dug her other hand into it as well, actually taking a handful of the metallic barrier. Forte did the same with the other, and pulled the chunks of metal toward her. She strained for a moment, and then ripped the metal out of its source.
Kicker looked up and stared at the angry femme along with Iron Hide. He smirked, "Feel better, now?"
"Actually..." Forte dropped her inanimate victims, "I do. I fell like my circuits are relaxed now. Like the pressure was taken away."
"You're not too different from me. Except you actually do more than just kick someone," said Kicker.
"I'm working on it!" Forte rested a fist on her hip, "I just need to teach myself to remember who my allies are..." She sighed and shook her head a bit, "Looks like we made a big oops with our prank."
"Yeah," Iron Hide smiled, "It'll all be fixed up soon enough, though."
"Kicker," Forte began, "make sure you know what the meeting's about before you start up something like that again."
Kicker laughed, "Sure! When you start thinking, too!"
"What?" Forte exclaimed.
Kicker ran off with a large grin on his face as Forte chased after him, and Iron Hide followed to make sure his human companion didn't get killed...
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