The crickets chirped, the dogs barked, the owls hooted, the bell in the church tower tolled, and an armoured truck filled with money was driving down the road. Looking down upon it on the rooftop was a man who greatly resembled Robin Hood, who called himself the Angry Archer.
He watched as the armoured truck stopped at some traffic lights and placed an arrow within his bow.
"Tally ho!" he yelled, launching his arrow.
The arrowhead then turned into a magnet and attached itself to the armoured truck with a rope attached. The Archer then slid down the road with his bow and landed on top of the armoured truck, which went on the move again.
The Archer then fired another arrow at the top of the armoured car, and this one began to cut a hole into it. The guards inside were completely astonished and looked up to see the Archer aiming another arrow down at them.
standing on top of a court, the Angry Archer eyed his trophy: several bag-loads of fresh, crisp
"Stand and deliver old sport!" he said.
He then launched two arrows which took the form of a fist knocking out both guards. With them knocked out, he then immediately fired more hours at rapid succession, grabbing the cash bags and then tied them around his waist.
"Forsooth, the Angry Archer is victorious!" he proclaimed.
It was then that he heard police sirens and looked around to see several police cars were now chasing after him. Fortunately, coming down the other side of the road was a fire truck with its sirens ringing. He then promptly fired an arrow with a cable at the said fire truck, and his quiver produced a pair of wings.
When the fire truck drove past, he found himself flying into the air before pulling himself in and landing on top of the roof of the fire truck.
"Ha ha ha!" he laughed. "Victory is mine! Yon police would ne'er stop a firetruck from speeding to an emergency!"
"Only one problem with that theory…" said the firetruck, much to the Archers astonishment. The firetruck then suddenly came to a stop, and the Archer found himself hitting the pavement. Then to his shock, he saw the firetruck transforming into Optimus Prime. "You're the emergency."
He then quickly grabbed the Angry Archer.
"Unhand me, metallic ruffian!" he demanded as he wiggled free.
He then fired an arrow with a cable and attached it to a nearby lamppost.
"Tally Ho and fairly thee well!" said the Archer as the cable reeled him in and freedom from Optimus' grip.
Sadly for him, Optimus was in good let him get away that easily. He quickly pulled out his axe and tossed it, cutting through the cable. Living up to his name, the Angry Archer angrily aimed his bow at Optimus and fired an explosive arrow.
Optimus sidestepped out of the way, but the explosive arrow destroyed a car. Fortunately, Optimus was able to douse the flames with his foam cannon in the Angry Archer and decided to use this distraction to getaway. Sadly for him, Optimus fired a pair of bolas which wrapped around him and then the police arrived.
"Oh, vexing fate, thou'rt a harsh mistress," the Archer groaned, "I was to be rich! I was to be famous!"
"Looks like you just have to settle for famous," Optimus smiled. Some copter-bots arrived then to take some pictures for the news.
In the Detroit Central Park, Prowl was hung upside-down from a tree's branch, staying out of sight from the bystanders below. He observed a young baby bird chirping and remained quiet as a cat crept silently towards the bird. It moved so skillfully, so patiently. Prowl watched attentively. He stared in silent awe as the cat crawled on its belly, remaining ever so quiet.
The baby bird had no idea of the cat's presence until it caught its tail feathers, trapping it on the tree branch, unable to fly away.
"Fascinating," said Prowl.
Then suddenly, there was a flash of light causing the cat to screech and runoff while the bird flew away. Prowl shielded his eyes against the flying camera-bots.
"Hey everybody! Over here! It's one of the Autobots!" a teenage boy announced to everyone else in the park. Prowl sneered, then leapt away and out of the park through the trees.
"Our new home is coming together nicely," Optimus complimented his teammates' group effort to take an old abandoned manufacturing plant and turn it into a home-slash-base. He and Bumblebee were setting up the television while Bulkhead carried in the couch and Ratchet set up the DTV box.
"If I had my way, we'd never leave," Ratchet grumbled. "It's not safe out there. They're always watching. Waiting."
"The Decepticons?" Optimus asked.
"No, those annoying camera-bots!" Ratchet grumbled, setting up the cable; an image of Optimus and the Angry Archer appeared on the news.
"What?! No way! Being a star rocks!" Bumblebee responded. "If the titanium alloy fits, wear it.' And I make it look good."
"You have to admit they are curious about us," said Blackarachnia as he was setting up the monitoring equipment. "Every time I go out there, they ask how come I'm the only one with a beast mode."
"When you tell them?" Optimus asked.
"Told them it was an accident, and then I climb up the buildings before they can ask me any more awkward questions."
"You guys got it easy," Bulkhead replied. "All people want me to do is break stuff. I've got a sensitive side too, ya know." He then rubbed his chin. "Breakin stuff is pretty fun."
"Either way, there's a lot to learn about this planet," said Optimus. "So we'll just have to roll with it."
At that moment, Prowl flew down from the skylight, looking rather frustrated. He then made his way to his room without saying a word.
"I guess Prowl didn't get the memo about 'rolling with it,'" Bumblebee commented.
Prowl was in his room, which resembled a ninja dojo. A tree had grown so much at the far side of the room that it had created a gap in the ceiling.
Optimus then entered. "Prowl, got a nano click?" Prowl just stood there studying the tree. "Everything okay? I mean, you want to talk?
"No," Prowl responded.
"Huh," said Optimus and looked around his room. "You know, you can have another room. One with a roof."
"I like this room," Prowl answered. "All of this organic life, this nature. It refuses to be contained, such a force of will. But everyone else is blind to it! Take Blackarachnia; she's completely repulsed her organic half, and yet there is a certain elegance to it."
"I wouldn't tell her that her face," Optimus advised.
"Regardless, everyone rushes to see everything but never sit still long enough to experience what's around." He then observed a bird perched at the top branch. "Just this morning, I observed one organic creature stalk another with such grace… such stillness." Just then, Bumblebee popped up in front of Prowl.
"Anyone else smell fried circuitry around here?" Bumblebee laughed. "Get it? Fried circuitry? As in yours." Prowl glared at him, though Bumblebee remained completely oblivious to this. "Hello, any bot home?"
Prowl then promptly took off, leaping up to the top of the tree until he disappeared within its branches.
"What? What I say?"
Meanwhile, at Sumdac Tower, Sari was standing in front of her father's lab after pairing him a cup of tea.
"Dad? Dad?! You in there?" Sari called. She then tried pressing in the password.
"Access denied," the computer answered.
"Duh," Sari sighed. She then looked at the screen and saw her father snoozing over his lab table. Behind him, she could see something large glowing red, though she couldn't quite make out what it was.
"What is that?" she wondered. Then suddenly, her key inserted itself into the door control panel. She pulled it out when sparks started to fly.
"Whoa! Check that out!" Suddenly she got an idea. She pushed the key into the control panel. The computer flashed its lights wildly.
"Access denied! Access—Access—Access granted." The door slid open. She walked into the dark lab. However, before she had a chance to examine anything inside, her father appeared in front of her.
"No, no, Sari," Professor Sumdac yawned. "You know that no one, including you, is allowed in my private lab. Rules are rules."
"Good morning to you to Dad," said Sari and then held out the cup of tea in her hand. "I've bought you a cup of tea."
"Thank you, thank you, but I'm not thirsty," he said and then quickly grabbed the cup of tea and drank it in the space of 30 seconds.
Sari looked at him suspiciously. "Hmm, when was the last time you ate?"
"What is today?" Professor Sumdac asked, placing his cup down.
Sari laughed. "Let's get you some breakfast."
"Oh, Sari, I am not hungry." His stomach growled like an angry tiger. "Well, perhaps just an apple. Or a banana." Sari pulled him out of the lab while he continued talking. "Better make it a whole fruit salad. Oh! And waffles with bacon and cheese omelette."
The control panel sparked when they left the lab until it started to overflow with electrical energy. The door opened and closed randomly. The residual AllSpark energy travelled through the wiring to every piece of equipment in the lab. Then it all collected with Megatron's head, and that surge of energy awakened his consciousness.
"Au-Autobot! Mega-Mega-Mega-I am Megatron," he said before beginning his bearings. The first thing he noted that he was in some sort of lab more than a head; he could see his hand on the far side of the room though it was not attached to him. "What? Where am I? Where is my body? How long have I been offline?"
In his panic, he felt the energy within him rise then travel out of the pod and into a screen. Some security footage of Starscream and the Autobots appeared before him.
"What kind of antiquated system and I looked into?" he said indignantly.
"Did I do that?" he wondered. He listened to Starscream's monologue intently.
"I defeated Megatron. I planted the device that overloaded his circuitry! His fate was sealed before he even reached your ship!" A rage built inside like an overflowing dam until…
"STARSCREEEEEEEAAAAAAM!" he bellowed. His anger seemed to resonate through the lab and shatter an overhead lamp. "They don't even know I'm alive." He then saw Optimus hanging onto the zeppelin while holding the Allspark and zoomed in on it. "This cannot be happening. The AllSpark is finally within my reach. And I have no arms to grasp it!" More of his energy travelled through the machinery and gathered in a pincer, and to his surprise, it moved.
"Hmm, perhaps I'm not as mobile as I thought," he said and had the pincers grasp one of the small droids on a lab table. "There may be more than one way to locate the Allspark. And destroy all who dare oppose me!"
Sari currently had a lesson with Tudor-bot, and she was bored to tears.
"The quadratic formula can be best expressed in terms of X=-B plus or minus of B2-4AC over 2A," Tudor-bot explained.
Sari then pulled out her key and inserted it into her phone. On the first ring, Bumblebee picked up.
"Bumblebee? Cool," she whispered into the phone, "It's me, Sari."
"Sari? How'd you get my comlink frequency?"
"With my key. It's wicked cool," she said and noticed that Tudor-bot was looking directly over her. "Got to go, see you tonight."
"Sari, please give me that key," Tudor-bot reached.
Sari smirked evilly, and her key changed shape.
"For weeks, I could not get these pocket-bots to work, and now?" said Professor Sumdac watching the small droid scurry over the desk. He grabbed it, picked it up, and looked it over. "I must have fixed them in my sleep." Then it occurred to him, "Or…" He set down the droid, which scuffled off, then typed in the number for Sari's phone. She picked up the vid-chat on the second ring.
"Hi Dad!" she greeted with a smile.
"Sari, have you 'tinkered' with anything in my lab by any chance?"
"I never tinker with your stuff," she said as Tudor-bot danced across the background.
"Class dismissed for the week!" he buzzed.
Sari smiled nervously. "Besides!" Sari tried to draw his attention away from the malfunctioning bot. "I've been too busy helping the Autobots settle into their new secret lair." At the mention of "lair," Megatron optic glowed and carefully listened to the conversation. "I was just going over there now."
"And just where might this secret lair be?"
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret," she winked.
"Cla-class dis-dismissed for-for-fore-forever!" Tudor-bot continued.
"Uh, gotta go," she smiled, and the screen went blank.
Professor Sumdac then noticed that one of his drawings was missing. "I could have sworn they were one more of these pocket-bots." he searched for the other droid in the bin. "Now, where could it have gone to?"
The pocket-bot had escaped through a ventilation shaft and was now searching its way through to Sari's private classroom. It found its way using some schematics Megatron had downloaded into its memory. When it reached the room, it used a mini-laser to burn through the vent and then jumped down to the floor. It scuttled across the floor and crawled into Sari's backpack.
"Cla-cla-class di-dis-dismissed," Tudor-bot twittered.
Sari took some pity on the poor bot that was now doing a headstand and removed her key from its chest plate. The bot became stiff then fell limp on its back. She picked up the rest of her stuff, unaware that the pocket-bot snuck into her backpack.
"Autobots, here I come!" she said, putting a torch in her backpack, picking it up and leaving the class.
At the plant, Prowl was watching a nature documentary on the television with great interest. The other Autobots sat on the couch watching as well, though Bumblebee looked completely bored out of his mind.
"As the caterpillar hangs very still in the chrysalis, inside the cocoon, a marvellous transformation occurs.
Prowl watched the television slack-jawed as the once caterpillar emerged from the cocoon as a butterfly. ""Fascinating.""
Then Bumblebee changed the channel. Deafeningly loud rock music blasted from the sound system.
"Mind if we watch something that won't bore us into stasis lock?" said Bumblebee smiling. "Don't be such a stiff, Prowl. Oh wait, I forgot you're all about stillness."
Prowl got on all fours and positioned himself, just as the cat had done. Then pounced! He knocked Bumblebee down and landed on top of him.
"You should try it sometime," Prowl advised and then jumped off of him and jumped onto the machinery.
"Whoa, looks like someone forgot to de-frag his hard drive," said Bulkhead.
"Don't get your circuits in a bunch, Prowl! Bumblebee shouted. "It's just a slammer party."
"That slumber party," Sari corrected, pulling out her sleeping bag. "Also known as a sleepover. It's where a bunch of friends get together and hang out all night.
"So, where do we hang this out?" Optimus picked up a sleeping bag and looked through it.
"You don't hang it," Sari giggled. "You sleep in it. Only the first rule in a sleepover is no one sleeps."
"So then why is it called a sleepover?" Blackarachnia frowned. "If no one is supposed to sleep and should be called wakeover?"
"It just is," said Sari.
"This birth stuff is hard," said Bulkhead rubbing his head.
Meanwhile, right under the Autobots' noses, the Megatron-possessed pocket-bot was scuttling through the factory searching.
"You Autobot fools are the keepers of the AllSpark?" Megatron said to himself. "This must be some kind of cosmic joke. Search mode!
The pocket-bot then began scanning the entire plant.
Prowl was meditating on top of the crane, trying to get some peace and quiet. Then suddenly, the crane shook violently, and he fell onto the floor. At first, he thought it was an earthquake, but then he saw Bulkhead hopping around trying to get into Sari's sleeping bag.
"Bulkhead, that's my sleeping bag," said Sari carrying a much larger sleeping bag in her arms. "This is yours."
She pulled the cord, and a parachute launched out of the bag and covered Prowl, much to his annoyance.
It was late in the afternoon, and Megatron were still searching the plant with the pocket-bot for the Allspark, but they didn't seem to be any trace of it.
"The Allspark must be there somewhere," he said impatiently.
At the same time, Sari's sleepover had begun with Bumblebee and Bulkhead playing Holo-Twister.
"Left hand on purple!" she announced. Bulkhead reached for the nearest purple, but his girth prevented him. Bumblebee was also blocked by Bulkhead's mass.
"So, this is some kind of training exercise to boost dexterity?" Optimus observed.
"It's a game," Sari answered. "For fun. Now, right foot on green!" Sari pressed a button on the board, and some untouched blocks flashed green. Bumblebee noticed Prowl walking to the kitchen.
"Hey, Prowl!" he called, "You're all into that whole 'balance and agility' garbage. You want in on this action?"
Prowl sighed. He leapt up and landed with his left hand on a purple block, followed by his right on red, then right foot on green and left foot on orange. Bulkhead gasped. All of the blocks flashed different colours and turned off. Prowl easily rolled out of his contorted position and left without saying a word. Bulkhead's arms gave out, and he landed on top of Bumblebee's head.
"Hey! Come back, you won?" Bulkhead asked. Bumblebee managed to force his head out from underneath Bulkhead's gut.
"What's the matter? We not 'still' enough for you?" Bumblebee called, "Fine! Have a great time in their watching THE GRASS GROW!"
Megatron was still searching the plant and was no closer to locating the Allspark.
"The search is futile!" Megatron concluded. "No sign of the Allspark anywhere." Megatron then looked at the screen where the Autobots had gathered around Sari. "Better to destroy you Autobots and download its location from your lifeless shells."
Sari was now telling ghost stories to the Autobots, shining her torch over her face.
"And the old man suddenly vanished! In a cackle of evil laughter," Sari whispered loudly with the flashlight purposely placed under her chin for maximum eerie.
"And the point of this story is?" Ratchet asked.
"You're always supposed to tell scary stories at slumber parties," she answered.
"Well, I'm not feeling scared," Bumblebee smiled confidently.
"Wait for it," Sari smirked as she inserted her key into the nearby crane behind her back. "With the old man gone, the three children were now all alone in the spooky house. There was a whole scraping noise." She manipulated the crane to scratch against the ground, causing a loud metallic screech.
"Did you guys hear that?!" Bumblebee gasped.
Sari then turned the key and moved the crane closer towards Bumblebee, who was shaking uncontrollably. "And behind the kids, the old man's ghost sneaked up and—"
Prowl was meditating in his room. But Bumblebee had once again ruined Prowl's concentration. This time with a horrible scream. Prowl sighed. Would he ever get some peace and quiet?
The crane had grasps Bumblebee, much to the surprise of the Autobots, though none was more surprised than Bumblebee.
"Too sweet!" Sari laughed. "You shoulda heard yourself scream Bumblebee! You big scary bot."
"Laugh now, child," Megatron told the image of Sari laughing. "I will show you true fear."
The pocket-bot crawled to the control panel of the factory and opened up the casing to the wiring. It began to rewire the circuitry then inserted a cord into a drive.
Sari then turned her key to release Bumblebee, who finally calmed down.
"Sari, how'd you do that?" Optimus asked her as the crane tapped Bumblebee on the head.
"It's my key. It doesn't just fix Autobots. I can do all kinds of other stuff with it too!" Sari told them.
"I wonder what else that key can do," said Blackarachnia curiously.
Then, the remaining lights went off.
"Huh, that wasn't me," Sari peeped.
"Then what was it?" Blackarachnia frowned and smirked at Bumblebee. "Maybe there really is a ghost here?"
"Not helping!" Bumblebee snapped.
Suddenly red lasers moved across the area. All of the cranes and machinery on the assembly lines started moving. A mechanised arm was firing red hot rivets at the floor like bullets.
"Everyone, take cover!" Ratchet warned everyone else.
Two pincers grabbed Ratchet and Bumblebee and threw them against the wall.
"What's happening?!" Bumblebee exclaimed.
"Something's gained control of the plant's automation system," said Blackarachnia as he somersaulted to avoid two pincers. "It also seems to have access to the motion sensors as well."
Bulkhead just narrowly avoided a flamethrower and rolled to safety to avoid the red-hot rivets. Sari was running around screaming, trying to get out of the way of a laser. A riveter reared up and fired, forcing her to dance around, and she ran for her life. Optimus then quickly grabbed her and shielded her from the rivets
"Okay, This is definitely not me!" she shouted.
Prowl then shows this moment it entered the room, looking very annoyed.
"This party is getting out of—!" he intruded.
"Watch out!" Blackarachnia yelled, tackling the ninja bot to safety before getting a face full of rivets.
Ratchet leapt in the way and used a magnetic field to bounce the bullets away. Two pincers picked up some gas tanks, snapped off the nozzle, and the tanks became bootleg rockets that propelled themselves through the air. Ratchet dodged them, but the force of the explosion still sent him flying.
"Ratchet, you all right?" Optimus ran to Ratchet and looked at his badly dented body.
"Forget about me!" he said. "Someone's gotta shut down the assembly line!"
Bumblebee heard him and decided to take matters into his own hands. He activated the motorised wheels on his feet and skated through the room to the control panels.
"This looks like a job for heels on wheels!"
Two rockets hit right in front of him and knocked him into the air. Then he landed on the conveyor belt and was immediately held down by several pincers, but he was able to free himself by transforming into vehicle mode. He drove off the conveyor belt and found himself under fire by rivets, then he was blasted by flamethrowers. He lept into the air and transformed to robot mode grasping his rear end.
"Hot hot hot!" he exclaimed, patting away the flames.
Bulkhead snuck up behind the flamethrowers and smashed them with his wrecking ball.
"Who needs 'sensitive'? Smashing stuff is fun!" he laughed.
"Thick bolted moron. Let's see if I can crush that smile off your face," Megatron sneered.
Several pincers immediately reached out for Bulkhead, and he tried smashing them with his wrecking ball, but there were too many. He then found himself being wrestled onto the assembly line, and his optics widened as he was heading straight for a die press.
"That can't be good," Bulkhead gasped.
He managed to free his arms and pushed against the press before it's crushed him
He broke his arms free of the pincer's grip, grabbed the sides of the die press, and pushed himself away from the entrance and the slamming press.
"Hang on, Bulkhead!" Optimus yelled as he ran to Bulkhead's rescue.
He then transformed into vehicle mode and landed on the assembly line. He pressed his arms down against the floor and used his reversed gear to reverse the conveyor belt. Bulkhead was being pulled out of the die press but sadly was short-lived.
An electromagnet appeared directly over Optimus and pulled him towards it. He hung on to the assembly line as best he could, but the magnet was just too strong. He was forced to transform into robot mode and found himself dangling from the electromagnet. Bulkhead was soon back in his previous predicament.
"Oh, nuts and bolts!" Bulkhead cursed.
"I'm coming!" Blackarachnia yelled, somersaulting over to Optimus.
Sadly, one of the rockets slammed into her before she could even reach, sending her crashing back onto the ground. Then rivets began to fire at her forcing her to take cover behind some machinery. Then suddenly, a pincer came down towards her, but she was able to catch it with her bare hands though she was now trapped in place.
Meanwhile, Prowl had an idea.
"Everyone!" he alerted, "Stand still."
"Forget stillness! We need action!" Bumblebee protested. He roller skidded and stung at rockets but then found several pincers hovering over him.
"It's all connected to motion sensors! Stand still!" Prowl reiterated.
After managing to get up, Ratchet took Prowl's advice and stood as still as he could when two lasers pointed at him. Two pincers shot straight for him but lost their target and attacked the nearest moving thing: each other. Sari inserted her key into a pincer's control box to get them to grip the other and pulled until they both broke apart.
"Bout time you used that thing for something useful," Ratchet winked.
"Zoom in on quadrant 45-67!" Megatron ordered. The droid's camera showed him an image of several gas tanks near some open flames. "It's time to finish this," he decided. A pincer struck a hole in the fuel tank, letting the gasoline drip out.
"If I can just make it to the control panel, I can shut this all down!" Prowl alerted his fallen teammates.
He scanned the room for his path. He took into account everything: the lasers, pincers, magnets, flamethrowers, and assembly lines. Once the lasers moved on, he immediately pounced just like a cat but then quickly stopped the moment the lasers were drawn in on his movements.
"Stillness," he reminded himself. The lasers darted away. "And strike!"
He then transformed into vehicle mode to speed up his acceleration and launched himself into the air. The moment he had the ground, he immediately reverted back to robot mode and remained perfectly still.
"Stillness," he said as the lasers once again searched for any movements. "And strike."
He leapt up, grabbed and spun on a horizontal pole, and used the momentum to shoot himself at the control panel. He was now mere feet away from the panel. All it would take is one last strike.
"The motion sensors may be blind to you, Autobot," Megatron watched Prowl leap across the room to the control panel, "But I am not!"
The lasers moved away from Prowl, and he was about to make one final leap. However, he was then struck by rockets and was knocked to the ground. Then before he could pick himself up, he was caught by several pincers.
"No!" he yelled as he struggled to free himself.
This meant that Bumblebee was the only bot to be in any position to help them.
The hit had knocked a lot out of him. With all others down, it was hopeless. Then he remembered.
"It's up to you now, Bumblebee!" he looked at the only Autobot that was still standing, "Remember! Stillness!"
"From Bumblebee?!" Bulkhead protested, still struggling against the assembly line. "We're dead."
"Go for the control panel," Prowl continued. "Stillness and strike! Just like the Earth creature!"
"In case you haven't noticed," Bumblebee objected, looking at his downed comrades. "I'm not the one who spends all my time staring at her creatures!"
"Just listen to me and focus! Wait for the right time!"
Bumblebee knew he had no choice and decided to listen to Prowl for once. He remained perfectly still as the motion sensors were tracing him for any kind of movement.
"Ready? Go!" Bumblebee skidded across the ground as quickly as he could, ducking and dodging the lasers.
"Stop!" Bumblebee halted just before the lasers landed on him. "Go!"
Bumblebee fell on his back and used the wheels on his feet and shoulders to speed along the floor.
"Antiquated machines!" Megatron raged. "Destroy him!"
Five makeshift rockets shot at Bumblebee, but he was able to transform into vehicle mode again a little extra speed.
Bulkhead was struggling under the weight of the die press. "Hey, Bumblebee!"
"Hurrying is what I'm good at," he said. He then transformed and landed right in front of the control panel. "From one machine to another, each crankcase oil!"
He then plunged his fist into the panel and yanked out several wires. The control panel buzzed and twittered until it powered down.
The equipment shutoff. Optimus jumped down from the magnet. Bulkhead pushed away from the pincers and rubbed his aching shoulders. Blackarachnia was finally able to release the pincer. Prowl was released by the pincers. The lasers were deactivated. Then
"Your victory shall be fleeting," said Megatron.
Optimus noticed something in the corner of his optic: a leaking fuel tank next to an open flame.
"The fuel tanks!" he exclaimed. "They're gonna blow!"
Prowl tossed a shuriken at the fuel tank's support, allowing it to roll on its side. Optimus grabbed it with his grapplers and Blackarachnia with her webbing, and together they then threw it upward. Bulkhead then used his strength to send it flying, and Ratchet used his magnets to give it an extra push through a skylight and into the sky. The gas touched the fire, sending a flame up the trail of fuel and into the tank, which immediately exploded.
"So wait," said Sari looking at her key, "If my key didn't do this, then what did?"
Just then, the pocket-bot scurried across the floor. Optimus spotted it and immediately picked it up.
"Whatever it was, it was smart enough to merge the motion sensors with the assembly line," Ratchet commented.
"Additionally, it was also aware of Prowl's movements indicating there was some kind of intelligence," said Blackarachnia.
"I think this might be the culprit," said Optimus showing them the pocket-bot.
Prowl lead-in to examine it. "A robotic design merging organic and mechanical. Fascinating."
The bot managed to wriggle free of Optimus' fingers and scuffle away.
"Catch it! We need to examine it," Optimus told the others.
"Got it!" Bulkhead yelled, slamming his massive claw on top of the bot. Sadly when he picked it up, it shattered into 1000 pieces. "Right, examine it."
"There goes any chance of us tracking down whoever was behind this," Blackarachnia sighed. "Though I have the sneaking suspicion that we haven't seen the last of them, whoever they are."
"I had them!" Megatron roared, short-circuiting a number of panels in his rage. "They should've been destroyed! I cannot remain in this unacceptable operational status! I need a body!" He then developed a plan. It would take some time and all his cunning, but the result would end the same.
"Perhaps it's time I revealed a little more of my Cybertronian technology to Professor Sumdac…"
"Be still. Focus. Relax," Prowl breathed.
"I am all about 'stillness,'" Bumblebee replied calmly.
"Right servo on orange!" Sari called. This time, Bumblebee was easily able to reach the glowing Twister square.