There wasn't a cloud in the sky. This was unfortunate for any poor sap that had to be outside on this hot summer day. And in this case, the Autobots were those saps. Prowl used the crane to pick up a large pile of steel beams while Ratchet guided him from atop the elevated roadway (which Blitzwing had destroyed). Bumblebee used his stingers to weld some pieces of the road back on. He stopped.
"Okay, I'm officially bored," Bumblebee signed. "Hey, boss-bot! How about a coolant break?" he shouted at Optimus.
"You just had one two cycles ago," Optimus sighed.
"But I'm thirsty!"
"Look, Bumblebee, the city needs to be rebuilt. Besides, it's partially our fault," Optimus reminded.
"Yeah, I guess," Bumblebee sighed. He looked down and saw Lugnut and Blitzwing sneaking across the construction yard carrying several crates of construction equipment. "But it's mostly their fault." Bumblebee jumped down.
"Ungh, these supplies are severely hampering our ability to fly," Blitzwing commented as he ran behind Lugnut. "Perhaps we have taken quite too much?"
"What's your hurry?" Bumblebee leapt down in front of them and charged his stingers, "Got something that doesn't belong to you?" Bumblebee fired several bolts, but Lugnut's armour was too tough and merely bounced off.
"Kid!" Ratchet called, "Vamoose! NOW!" Ratchet used his magnets to wrap a nearby streetlamp around Lugnut's legs causing him to trip, fall, and crack the roadway's support as Bumblebee leapt out of the way. The shock of the fall then knocked down Blitzwing, who then burst from the pile of broken crates.
"I WILL POUND THEM INTO SHEET METAL!" Blitzwing's shouted, and then his face changed to his random personality. "Oh, look, we already got some." Pulling out a piece of sheet metal.
"No time for that Blitzwing!" Lugnut reminded, "We're on a mission! Remember?" Lugnut grabbed as many crates and as much equipment as he could then they transformed and flew away.
"They're getting away!" Ratchet pointed.
"We've got bigger problems," Prowl stared up at the crack Lugnut's fall had created travelled up the roadway's support beam. The crack crept menacingly up until it surrounded the feet of two construction workers standing on top of the roadway.
"I got it!" Bulkhead shouted. He grabbed the support beam and used all his strength and weight to hold it in place with the help of Optimus. Together they were able to keep it stable, and the workmen on the overpass looked over the edge down at them.
"No need to worry," Optimus told the two, "We'll fix this."
"Again," Bumblebee sighed.
"You know I get the feeling this is another reason why Ultra Magnus selected us to stay on this planet," Elita sighed. "I very much doubt anyone else from the Elite Guard would be so willing to help repair any damages they might cause."
"Yeah, I can't imagine Sentinel fixing bridges," Moonracer agreed.
It was dark when they finally finished the roadway repairs, but their thoughts were still on the Decepticons.
"I still don't understand why they would want to steal all that equipment. Decepticons don't build stuff. They break it," Bumblebee stated.
"Hopefully, they won't break this overpass again," Optimus said. He then transformed to vehicle mode. "Let's call it a night, Autobots."
"If you don't mind, Optimus, both me and Elita would like to go out on the town," said Moonracer.
"All right, but make sure you get back before midnight." All of them began transforming to vehicle mode, except for Bulkhead, who was still mixing cement and drove off in different directions. Thought Optimus stopped when he saw Bulkhead hadn't transformed. "Bulkhead, you coming?"
Bulkhead looked down at the solidified cement around his feet. "Ah, I'll catch up," he smiled. Optimus drove away, and Bulkhead started tugging his legs. He struggled to break free of the concrete, but in the end, all he'd managed to do was remove a piece of the ground. In his attempt to break his other foot free, he accidentally knocked over his canister of cement mix. "Aw, nuts!" he groaned.
Meanwhile, across town, a blue light engulfed an excavator and a cement truck as an AllSpark fragment melted into their metal. A blue light engulfed the two trucks, and then suddenly, the excavator struck the cement truck.
"Hey. Hey! HEY! What are you pointing at the Shuffle-head!" the cement truck yelled.
"Hey!" the excavator retorted, "who are you calling Shuffle-head, Cement-breath?"
"Hey! My name's not 'Cement-breath'. It's uh…uhh…" the cement truck thought.
"Your little nametag says 'Mixmaster'."
"Nah, too long. Just call me 'Mix'. Yeah. Mix."
"All right. Got it. Mix. And you can call me," the excavator looked around until he found a large sign sitting over a pile of discarded assorted items. He read it, "Scrap."
"All right now, that's too short. How's about Scrapper?" Mix suggested.
"I like it," Scrapper smiled.
The two then cheered about their first accomplishments and danced around and patted one another.
"So… uh, what do we do now?" Scrapper asked.
"Der we build things, all right?" said Mixmaster before he slowly began transforming into his robot mode.
"Uh, Mix your building things out of yourself?" Scrapper noted, and then he too began to transform to robot mode.
"Yo, Scrapper, you're doing it too!" Mixmaster pointed.
The two of them looked at one another. They resembled construction workers, and they were much larger than the average Autobot.
"Uh, we couldn't do that before, right?"
"What? Talk? Think? Move by ourselves? Nuh-uh, I don't think so. We couldn't do any of that stuff before."
"Think maybe this is happening for…a reason?"
"Uh, yeah." Before the two could continue their discussion of existence, a red convertible drove by. "Whoa! Check out the chassis on that one, eh?"
"And dos tight little tailpipes," Scrapper gawked, "Yo baby! Ova here!" The convertible then sped away.
"Haha! I love it when they play hard to get!" Mixmaster cheered. He and Scrapper then transformed into vehicle mode and chased after the convertible.
Meanwhile, Bulkhead looked at the instruction sheet on his claw as he tried to mix some new cement.
"Mix one part dry cement, one part water, and one part fixative. So what's a part? Oh, it must be like a standard Cybertronian cubic unit. Now, four hundred and fifty-four standard units make one kilounit. So let's see, uh…carry the three…" During his mental math session, Bulkhead picked up a canister of what he thought was fixative and poured it into the mixture. "Oh wait, do I multiply or divide?" He shrugged and started mixing. The mixture began to bubble. "Is it supposed to do that?" The bubbles then began to come up more violently. "Guess it wasn't a standard unit!" The mixture exploded, throwing Bulkhead back a few feet and knocking him unconscious. And also rattling a set of iron girders hanging overhead, causing one to dangle right over Bulkhead.
Bulkhead lay motionless under the girder that dangled menacingly above. And just a few yards away, Mixmaster and Scrapper were chased after a red convertible honking their horns.
"Yo baby! Honk if yeh love construction workers!" Mixmaster called.
Scrapper then spotted Bulkhead. "Mix! You see that?!"
A girder began to slide out of the crane's support cable, followed by several others heading straight down towards the unconscious Bulkhead announced quickly, followed by the crane. Fortunately for, Bulkhead, both Mixmaster and Scrapper managed to arrive, and Scrapper quickly knocked the girders with his shovel. Then, Bulkhead stirred. He opened his optics and looked up to see a small structure comprised of iron girders holding up a fallen crane at the top.
"Ugh," Bulkhead groaned, "What happened?"
"Don't you remember?" Scrapper asked. Bulkhead shook his head.
"Look like somebody doesn't know fixative from fairy dust," said Mixmaster, looking at the fixative canister, "This stuff's old, outdated and totally unstable. But I guess you know that now. Hehehe." Mixmaster handed him the fixative.
"Are you guys Autobots?" Bulkhead asked, "You're not Decepticons, are you?"
"Okay, what is this guy is talking about?" Mixmaster looked at Scrapper.
"I dunno. His circuits must be scrabbled or something," Scrapper suggested.
"Seriously, who are you guys?" Bulkhead asked.
"Beats me," Mixmaster said, "One minute we're machines doing our jobs, then we get hit by this weird light and bang! We're…whatever we are now."
"Weird light?" Bulkhead pondered, "An AllSpark fragment!"
"Yeah, sure. AllSpark fragments. Whatever. Okay, let's get this mess cleaned up."
After only an hour, Mixmaster, Scrapper, and Bulkhead managed to repair everything that had been broken. Mixmaster put on the finishing touches by filling Bulkhead's hole in the ground with cement that shot out of his hands, and Scrapper then smoothed it out with a stop sign.
"Guys, I don't know how to thank you," Bulkhead smiled.
"Ah, skip it," Mixmaster returned the smile, "Let's go get some motor oil, eh?" Bulkhead scratched his head. Mixmaster looked at the fixative canister. "You gonna leave this stuff lying around so it can blow up again?" He handed Bulkhead the fixative, and he placed it in a compartment in his chest.
Scrapper's hand folded in, and a drill came out. He dug his drill into the tanker. Then Mixmaster put a spurt and poured out some oil into three barrios. Mixmaster then handed one barrio to Scrapper and another to Bulkhead.
"You guys sure we should be doing this?" Bulkhead asked, rather uncertain about this.
"Hey, we worked hard for it, didn't we?" Mixmaster shrugged, "besides, who's going to miss a few drops a oil anyway, eh?" Mixmaster then gulped down his mug of oil. When he finished, he let out a hearty burp. "Ah! Good stuff! Forty weight, at least. And not that 'synthetic' junk either. You sure you don't want any Bulkie?"
Bulkhead drank some. "Hey, this stuff is good."
"Yo, Mix! Bulkie! Check it out!" Scrapper pointed them at a small red car that drove past.
"Oh, hoho! Niiice," Mixmaster observed. Mixmaster and Scrapper then began their ritualistic hoots, whistles, and hollers, as the car drove away.
"I don't think this is such a good idea, fellas," Bulkhead said.
"Aw, c'mon! Don't be such a puny little yellow compact!" Mixmaster taunted. Then he and Scrapper started to make chicken noises.
"Hey, my best friend's a puny little yellow compact," Bulkhead defended.
"I thought we were your friends, Bulkie," Mixmaster pressured.
"I got lots of friends!" Bulkhead replied. Then, a thought occurred. "Hey. You should meet them! They'd love you guys!" Bulkhead jumped up and wrapped his arms around his new friend's necks.
Bulkhead then took his friends back to base, but the other Autobots had misgivings as they watched Mixmaster and Scrapper cheer Bulkhead on while he drank down some oil.
"Where did Bulkhead find these two?" Prowl wondered.
"I doubt it was charm school," Ratchet frowned. Bulkhead finished drinking his oil and let out a large belch.
"Ah ah ah Bulkie. Remember: it ain't finished 'til it's flat," Mixmaster reminded.
"Oh yeah," Bulkhead picked the oversized cup back up and smashed it into a disc.
"Ungh, what's going on?" Sari yawned, who was in her pyjamas and a pillow.
"Aww, ain't that cute?" Mixmaster giggled, "Dey gotta pet."
"What? Just who are you guys anyway? And who do you think you're calling pet?" Sari glared.
"No one you need to be spending any time with," said Prowl.
"Just go back to sleep. It's just a dream. A really bad dream," said Bumblebee.
It was then that both Elita and Moonracer returned to base, and they were rather perplexed with what they were witnessing. Mixmaster and Scrapper whistled when they saw the two femms.
"Hey, Mix, check out the fenders on those two," said Scrapper.
"I called it is on the yellow one," said Mixmaster. "Hey, they divided you join us and have some oil?"
"What in the name of the Cybertron is going on here?" Elita asked.
"And who are they?" Moonracer asked.
"That's what I'm about to find out," said Optimus and pulled Bulkhead to one side and whispered to him. Bulkhead, you really think it's such a good idea to bring strangers here?"
"They're not strangers," Bulkhead replied, "They're my friends."
"Yeah. How long did you say you knew them?"
"Okay, okay. But they're good guys. I know they're not exactly 'gentle bots', but—"
"Yo, Bulkie!" Mixmaster called, "CATCH!" Mixmaster threw the oil disc like a Frisbee. And with AllSpark enhanced strength, the Frisbee became a bullet. Bulkhead ran after it and caught it but ended up colliding into a junk pile.
Bulkhead then pulled himself out of the junk. "Scrapper, think fast."
Bulkhead threw it at Scrapper, but he was too busy drinking oil to catch it. "Say what?"
The disc still sped towards Sari. Prowl pulled her out of the way in time to save her head but, unfortunately, not her pigtails.
"HEY! Those don't grow back overnight!" Sari steamed.
"Okay, that's it," Optimus stepped in front of the two, "Party's over."
"Ah, but the party's just getting started!" Scrapper argued.
"Forget about it, Scrapper; we'll find someplace else," Mixmaster frowned. They started to make for the door. "Yo, Bulkie, you coming or what?"
"Yo," Bulkhead replied happily. He started to follow after them.
"Bulkhead?" Optimus called, "A word?" Bulkhead looked back and sighed.
"I'll catch up," Bulkhead sighed.
"Look, I hate to say this, but I don't think you should be spending time with those two," Optimus advised.
"Aw, give them a break, Prime. They've been online what? Two? Three mega-cycles tops? They'll learn."
"I'm not sure they're capable of learning anything except how to pound back more motor oil and chatting up femme bots."
"Come on, they helped me out of a jam, remember? Besides, it's not like they're evil or anything."
"True, but then another kind of bots you wouldn't write round for dinner parties," Elita pointed out.
The next morning Lugnut and Blitzwing were pushing construction equipment through the Detroit streets up a large hill.
"Ever notice zat whenever zhere's hard work to be done Megatron's not around?" Blitzwing grunted as he pushed a huge cart about as tall as he was filled with construction supplies.
"Bite your speech synthesiser Blitzwing!" Lugnut, who pushed two carts twice as large as Blitzwing's, spat, "Megatron will take us to new heights of glory!"
Before they could go much further, Blitzwing's feet started to slide out from under him. He tried to keep his ground, but it was no use. Then the cart started rolling down the hill towards a large stone fence that would surely pancake Blitzwing. Blitzwing shut his eyes but suddenly noticed he had stopped abruptly. He looked up to Mixmaster, staring down at him and holding the cart.
"You okay, bro?" Mixmaster asked.
"DO I LOOK OKAY?!" Blitzwing roared and then quickly shifted to his random personality, "Or do zhese wing struts make me look fat?"
"What in the name of Megatron are you two?" Lugnut questioned.
"I dunno," Scrapper shrugged, "Autobots maybe?" At the sound of the word "Autobot", Blitzwing raised his cannons, and Lugnut prepared his Power-Fist.
"Autobots," they both growled.
"Uhh, bad guess," Mixmaster concluded, "How about 'Constructo-bots?" Before their quarrel could continue, they heard sirens coming fast. "Whazzat?"
"Why, zhat iz, zhe quitting bell," Blitzwing fibbed, "Time for everyone to pack up zheir supplies and go home."
"But, we don't gotta home," Scrapper frowned.
"Zhen, you can come whis us if you can haul zhese supplies for us," Blitzwing smiled. They nodded and started to push the carts up the hill.
"We cannot bring them back to the mines," Lugnut said, "Megatron would never allow such a breach in security."
"Patience Lugnut. Zhey will do our heavy lifting for us. And zhen? We can zhem offline," Blitzwing said as if it was nothing.
It was late at night when they finally reached the mine entrance.
"We owe you two a huge debt," Blitzwing thanked them.
"Aw, come on, it was nothin'," Mixmaster smiled.
"Nothin' a little forty weight motor oil wouldn't fix," Scrapper chuckled.
"Oh, but we have somezhing much stronger zhen zhat for you," Blitzwing smiled. While Scrapper and Mixmaster thought of what Blitzwing had in mind, Lugnut snuck up behind them. He raised his hand above their heads, and his hand then changed into his Power-Fist and charged.
Lugnut raised his Power-Fist right over Mixmaster's and Scrapper's heads. With just one direct hit, it could finish them instantly. He charged it, inched it ever so closer, careful not to alert them to the danger, and…
"Wait!" a voice demanded from behind him. The shock caused Lugnut to lose his balance. And with his heavy build, Lugnut was left bouncing on one foot, trying to regain his balance, until he fell into the mines and triggered his Punch. Smoke poured out of the cave.
"I'm okay," Lugnut assured everyone.
"These two might be useful to me," Megatron said.
Megatron led Scrapper and Mixmaster into the mine, and they were rather impressed with the setup.
"Woah! Nice place you got here. Oooh," Mixmaster gawked at Megatron's underground lair. "Echooo! A little spare, but roomy."
"It's quite temporary, I assure you," Megatron smiled.
"Hey, look, Mix. Dey gotta pet too," Scrapper said, looking at Isaac Sumdac in his force field cage.
"Yes, a very clever pet," Megatron sneered at Sumdac, whose appearance had become a quite fatigued ghost of his former self. "Professor Sumdac, show our new friends the schematic." Sumdac had reluctantly showed him the schematic for the space bridge.
"Now dat's a bridge," Mixmaster whistled, "But ya know what? You gotta problem. That stuff we brought ya ain't gonna be enough to finish sometin' dis big."
"So you know what supplies will be needed?" Megatron asked, "And how to obtain them?"
"You funny. No prob," Mixmaster chuckled.
"I knew you two would be useful," Megatron smiled.
The next day, Bulkhead was driving down the road, looking for Scrapper and Mixmaster, who he hadn't seen for the past few days.
"Mixmaster! Scrapper!" Bulkhead screamed to the empty streets as he was driving, "Hey, you guys what to hang out, fix some more bridges or something?" Bulkhead then heard the sirens of police drones nearby. He saw the drones chasing the Constructo-bots. "Hey! Leave my friends alone!" Bulkhead drove in front of them, and the drones smashed into him.
"Mixmaster; Scrapper, what did those security bots want?" Bulkhead asked, transforming into his robot form.
"I dunno," Scrapper said, "This stuff, I think." Scrapper and Mixmaster raised up several bars of iron girders.
"You stole that? I thought you were helping somebody!"
"Hey, wait a minute!" Mixmaster retorted, "We were helpin' somebody. Those other bots said—"
"Wait… what other bots? Who put you up to this?" Bulkhead questioned.
"Coupla bots named Lugnut 'n' Blitzwing," Scrapper answered.
"Those are Decepticons!" Bulkhead gasped, "The scum of the universe! They'll just as soon slag you in the back as soon as look at you!"
"Well, I dunno. They look like regular bots ta me," Mixmaster shrugged.
"Yeah, and how 'bout that Megatron guy?" Scrapper smiled.
"Yeah, he was the funny one," Mixmaster chuckled.
"MEGATRON? HE'S THE WORST OF THEM ALL! He'll lie and cheat and totally take advantage of you!"
"Okay, what?" Mixmaster shouted in outrage.
"Nobody dupes Scrap and Mix! Let's go back 'n' show 'em who's boss!" Scrapper angrily suggested.
"All right, let's do it!" Mixmaster and Scrapper threw down their girders, which just so happened to land on Bulkhead, transformed to vehicle mode and drove off.
"Wait!" Bulkhead called, "You knew where to find them?"
Mixmaster and Scrapper returned to the mine entrance and banged against the blast door.
"Open up, you weasel! You lied to us!" Mixmaster shouted. They then became aware of a presence behind them. "All right, ya punk, let's settle this here and now," he told Megatron, who simply crossed his arms.
"Yes. Let's," Megatron said. He simply picked the two up by their throats and slammed them against the wall. "What do you two think you're doing?"
"You tricked us!" Mixmaster accused, "You Decepticons are da scum of the universe!"
"…Whaaat?" Megatron gasped innocently, "Who told you that?"
"Our friend Bulkhead," Scrapper answered sternly.
"And you believed him?" Megatron asked as if concerned.
"Well, sure, he's our friend," Mixmaster answered. Megatron set them down.
"And did your friend tell you how his Autobot kind have oppressed us? Driven us from our rightful home? Oh, they may come across as complete imbeciles, but Autobots are cunning, ruthless, unforgiving," Megatron told them. He shut his eyes and placed his hand against his heart.
"Okay, like, this is just too confusin' for me," Mixmaster rubbed his forehead and looked at Scrapper.
"Then why don't I explain over a few barrels of oil?" Megatron offered.
"Oil?" Mixmaster and Scrapper lit up.
Megatron led them inside and handed them two barrels of oil, and he had twisted to the barrels into gauntlets.
"The Autobot's oil tastes like water next ta this stuff!" Mixmaster said as he happily gulped down the goblet of oil inside the mine.
"It's my private blend," Megatron said as he walked around fumbling with his own goblet, "Now tell me something. Why would you two want to waste your talents building highway bridges? When you could be building space bridges? Why be Constructo-bots when you could be Constructicons? You'd be heroes. Statues would be erected in your honour! You could even erect them yourself."
"I dunno. I mean, Bulkhead's still our friend, ya know?" Mixmaster reminded.
"Plus, they got a pair of good-looking femms," Scrapper added.
Megatron merely fumbled with his goblet. "Then you have a choice to make. Don't you?"
Bulkhead had returned back to base and informed the Autobots of his encounter with Mixmaster and Scrapper.
"They went to the Decepticons?" Optimus gasped.
"It's not like that!" Bulkhead said, "They were mad and wanted to get back at the Cons for lyin' to them. But once they calm down, they can show us where the Decepticons are hiding."
"Or show the Decepticons where we are."
"They're my friends! Just trust me. They'll do the right thing."
"Ugh, do they even know the difference?" Optimus crossed his arms. Bulkhead was about to retort when Mixmaster and Scrapper themselves walked in.
"Yo Bulkie!" Mixmaster greeted with Scrapper following into the room behind him.
"Hey, guys!" Bulkhead returned the greeting, "We were just talkin' about ya. Get this: my friends think you're actually working for the Decepticons.
"Well, da thing is…Megatron said you guys were no good too," Mixmaster said.
"And we didn't know who to believe," Scrapper said.
"So we went with the guys…with the better oil," Mixmaster suddenly seemed to shrink. Bulkhead drooped a bit.
"But…I thought we were friends," he said sadly.
"We are yeh friend's Bulkie. Dat's why we ain't gonna hurt ya. Long as yeh hand over whatever bits of the…the…" Mixmaster tried to remember, "What did he call it again?"
"Uh, SparkAll? AllSpark, AllSpark," Scrapper answered.
"Over my offline body!" Optimus interrupted, marching up to them.
"You know what?" Mixmaster, who, while shorter than Scrapper, was still a head taller than Bulkhead, bent down to get in Optimus's face, "I have had enough of this DIPSTICK IN THE MUD!" Mixmaster shoved Prime away, and Ratchet and Bumblebee caught him.
"Hey! He's our dipstick!" Bumblebee shouted.
"And nobody pushes him around!" Ratchet raised his magnets and fired a pulse that threw Mixmaster against the wall.
"Wait! Let's all calm down for a sec!" Bulkhead interrupted.
"Not til we get that AllSpark!" Mixmaster got back up.
Scrapper jumped on Prowl, and Mixmaster jumped on Ratchet. The two rolled over one another until Elita and Moonracer rushed over, and the two femmes kicked Mixmaster hard, pushing him away from Ratchet. Prowl pulled out his shuriken and threw them at Scrapper, but they just bounced off his armour. Scrapper charged with his drill, but Prowl grabbed his arm and flipped him over his head.
"HOLD IT! You want this puny model back? Give us the AllSpark! NOW!" Mixmaster alerted everyone to see that he was holding Bumblebee over his head.
"Guys! Don't do it!" Bumblebee told them.
"Take it easy," Optimus said, "Let's not do anything we'll all regret."
"Quit stallin'!" Mixmaster demanded.
"I'm not stalling! It's just gonna take some time to gather up all the fragments."
"Here they are," Bulkhead walked in carrying the AllSpark container.
"Bulkhead!" Optimus said in complete disbelief, "What are you doing?"
"Helping my friend," Bulkhead answered.
"Which friend is that?" Bumblebee questioned. Bulkhead handed Scrapper the AllSpark.
"No hard feelings, right?" Mixmaster smiled.
"Naw. How about one for the road?" Bulkhead offered.
"Hehe, now you're talkin'!" Mixmaster chuckled. Bulkhead gave them a couple of barrios of oil, and then they left after dropping Bumblebee.
Bumblebee glared at Bulkhead. "Why not just have them move in while you're at it?"
"Trust me, I know what I'm doing," Bulkhead said.
"Yeah, you're handing the AllSpark to Megatron!" Ratchet barked. Bulkhead merely slumped and closed his optics while the others ran after the Constructicons.
The Constructicons ran as quickly as they could, rather pleased with themselves.
"That went easier den I thought it would. Bulkie ain't so bad, I guess," Mixmaster said while running alongside Scrapper. Then Mixmaster felt uneasiness in his engine and felt himself slowing down…
"Come on! We can still catch them!" Optimus told the others.
"I don't think that'll be necessary," Bulkhead frowned.
"What's the matter, Mix? Can't hold down your motor oil? Lightweight," Scrapper teased.
"Nonono, just a little vapour, that's all," Mixmaster said. He rubbed his engine.
"I'm ashamed at you, pal."
"I tell ya, we made the right choice goin' with the Decepticons. Their oil goes down way easier than dis." Mixmaster clenched his engine.
"You sure you okay, bro?" Scrapper asked with a little bit of inner uneasiness in his voice as well.
"I-I'm fine," Mixmaster burped.
Then several noises about it from them as if they were backfiring until they stopped in their tracks. They then groaned in pain, clutching their engines in agony, then released a scream as they exploded from within. When the smoke cleared, Bulkhead picked up the AllSpark cube.
"I put a little somethin' extra in their oil," Bulkhead smiled at the others and showed them the expired fixative in the compartment in his chest.
"Remind me to never touch the stuff," Bumblebee told Optimus. Then they heard stirring and saw Mixmaster and Scrapper starting to wake up.
"They're still moving after that?" Prowl said in disbelief.
"Considering how much oil they drink, it's not really that surprising," said Elita.
"But you think there were any kind of fighting shape?" Moonracer asked.
"If they are, they won't be for long!" Bulkhead pulled out his wrecking ball arm and walked to them.
"Bulkhead, wait!" Optimus said.
"Wha-what's going on?" Mixmaster asked them.
"Who are you guys?" Scrapper asked.
"You don't remember us?" Optimus asked.
"That explosion must've scabbed their memories chips," Ratchet concluded.
Bulkhead simply raised his wrecking ball arm and fired it, and it missed their faces by inches and slammed into the road.
"G-get away! Don't hurt us, please!" Mixmaster begged in fear.
"Oh well, ya shoulda thought of that before you got in tight with MEGATRON!" Bulkhead screamed. He pulled back the wrecking ball and slammed it into the ground with tremendous force. The Constructicons cowered before him.
"WHO IS MEGATRON?" Scrapper yelped like a frightened dog.
Bulkhead realized he was angry at bots who had no recollection of what they had done and turned away. Scrapper and Mixmaster, while confused, took this opportunity to transform to vehicle mode and drive away from this frightening bot who was screaming at them. The others walked to Bulkhead, and Bumblebee placed a hand on his chest, and he knelt down and punched the ground.
"I was so stupid to trust them," Bulkhead said to himself, "They're no good, and they'll never be any good."
"There's still hope for them. Long as they're not wearing Decepticon symbols, they still have a choice," Optimus consoled. Bulkhead looked at him. "This time, let's hope…they make the right one."
Bulkhead looked up at the clouds, then at where Mixmaster and Scrapper had head to. Maybe it wasn't too late…