Optimus Prime gazed at the scientists sitting around the table in the large main briefing room. Someone was late and it was quite obvious who it was. For one thing, he was the largest Autobot besides Omega Supreme and for another thing, he was never late. Never.
Sighing, Prime said, "We can't wait any longer, I'm sure Skyfire has a good reason for not being here..."
Before he could continue, the door opened and Skyfire ducked into the room, nodded a greeting at everyone as if he didn't either know or care that he was late.
He didn't seat himself and Prime gave him a long stare. "Please sit, Skyfire."
Skyfire nodded and sat down in his oversized chair. "Squeak."
Prime's head turned slightly as he eyed Skyfire. Skyfire looked back at him innocently. Prime shook his head, sure he'd imagined the noise.
Perceptor exchanged a look with Wheeljack, who blinked his "ears" in silent laughter.
"As I was about to..."
Skyfire shifted in his chair. "Squeak."
Prime stopped and looked at the flyer, optics narrowed. "Skyfire?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Are you all right?"
"Fine, sir."
"You're sure?"
"Absolutely. Never been better."
"You're squeaking."
"I am?"
"Yes, you are."
Skyfire looked around at the others in the room. He shifted in his chair. "Squeak."
"I am. How odd." He stood up and twisted his body around trying to see what was behind him. Then he gave himself a shake. Suddenly a dozen tiny squeaky toys dropped out of his rear thrusters. "Well, look at that. I forgot all about them." He bent down and scooped up the toys in one hand, giving them a final squeeze. Then he turned and left.
Prime stared at the closing door as Wheeljack burst into laughter. "Never take your optics off the quiet ones," was all the engineer could manage.