Fun On the Side

Rated : T

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"I have an idea."

"You always have ideas. It's the execution that needs work."

"Spoiler," Sideswipe sneered, his fingers a blur on the keyboard at one of Tele-Tran's disused consoles.

"What are you planning, anyway?" Sunstreaker asked, scooting his chair closer to observe the multitude of machine codes flying across the screen. Sunstreaker suppressed an impressed whistle. If any of the Command personnel knew Sideswipe's particular gift with machine codes and reprogramming, they'd either employ him full time or have him locked away with full surveillance. In essence, he was just that good. It was scary really. Sunstreaker felt a shiver along his struts.

"Just a minor reprogramming," Sideswipe said, his attention locked onto the screen and the jumble of codes that seemed to bend to his will. It was a rather disgusting trait. One that many would kill for.

"Not another prank," Sunstreaker groaned, his optics darting to the main consol where Jazz was speaking to Hound and Bumblebee about a recent scouting report.

"Not just another prank, but the prank to end all pranks," Sideswipe grinned at his own cleverness. The golden glow from the screen cast his features into a molten shadow.

"You've said that before and ended up with your aft in the brig," Sunstreaker reminded his twin, watching as the colorscape flickered like a guttering candle. He took several mental photos, fully intent on painting his brother at his most beautiful, and most devilish. Funny how the two coincided.

"This time is different," Sideswipe allowed a small frown to appear before it disappeared when the codes performed a complex restructuring with very little urging from their programmer.

"Heard that before."

"No, really. This time, I know exactly who I'm going to prank."

"Oh, figured out the random stuff doesn't really work, huh?"

"Well, no. I still think I just need to perfect a few variables and then my plans should go down as I originally designed them."

"Now you sound like Prowl."

"He doesn't have a sense of humor, remember. Probably couldn't plan a prank if his life depended on it," Sideswipe mused, starting the sequence that would hide his metaphorical tracks in the programming scheme. "But this time, I think I have the perfect plan."

"Won't work," Sunstreaker singsonged, glancing over to the door as Prime and Prowl entered, both in deep discussion over a datapad Prowl was holding. "It's too soon after

the last one. Everyone will be expecting something. Their guard will be up. You won't be able to get a victim so easily."

"Who said anything about setting the trap on the Ark?" Sideswipe asked, finally pulling his gaze away from the screen and giving his brother his most demonic glint. "No one will see it coming."

Sunstreaker felt a deathly chill creep into his struts and settle in his soul at the words. The computer program finished covering Sideswipe's tracks, and with a beep, presented a loaded data track. As the small metal disk disappeared into his twin's subspace, Sunstreaker added, "As long as I'm not a victim, I don't care."

"Don't worry, my dear brother. If my calibrations are correct, you'll get a front row seat at the best show in the universe."

"Primus help me!" Sunstreaker squeaked.

00 00 00 ONE MONTH LATER 00 00 00

"One more second," Sideswipe muttered, his face screwed up in utmost concentration. "Just a little bit longer…"

"Hurry up!" Sunstreaker hissed like an angry tom cat, his audio receptors attuned so high, his head was pounding from the extra stimuli.

"Got it!" Sideswipe grinned as a door slid open to reveal the rooms beyond. "Starscream's codes aren't so hard to break. Pompous jet uses his own measurements as the access code."

"And how would you know any of his dimensions?" Sunstreaker asked, following his brother inside, returning his audio range to normal now that he didn't have to act as lookout.

"You notice things," Sideswipe shrugged, missing his brother's dubious glare. He focused his attention to the main room that housed a collection of assorted air frame paraphernalia. Three doors lead off from the main room, and deciding to start on the right, Sideswipe entered the first door.

Sunstreaker followed his brother inside and couldn't stop the startled gasp that escaped.

The walls were covered in schematics, alternate frame designs, and a rather risqué collection of holo-images. It wasn't uncommon to find images of scantily clad or sultry posed femmes on the walls of a mechs personal quarters. It was uncommon however to have pictures of yourself in exactly the same poses. Every picture that showcased a femme, was paired with a counterpart that starred Starscream. Some of them featured the Air Commander in his youth, his coy expressions, smaller frame, and barely noticeable growth seams all attesting to his naivety and a gentler, carefree nature. The twins wondered who had taken the images.

"I'll get this room, you find the one that belongs to the stupid one," Sideswipe said, nodding toward the door. He had been waiting patiently, an oddity in itself, for this very opportunity. After minimal attacks and minor skirmishes, the Autobots had decided to wreck a little havoc on their enemies, and attack their base. It didn't happen often, but it usually kept the Decepticons quiet for some time while they repaired and recovered.

Sunstreaker pulled his optics away from the images, wondering how in the world his twin talked him into this suicide mission. He stored a few images in his memory files for later fodder and exited, checking out the second room. Orderly, minimalist, and functional. Couldn't be Skywarp's. Sunstreaker ventured to the third room and grinned, finding the room to be packed with so much Earth junk it looked more like the twin's own quarters than a recharging berth of the Decepticon elite. Sunstreaker ventured inside, falling over a lawnmower, gouging his hand with a BBQ grill and having an exercise ball explode when he accidentally placed his weight on it. Grumbling he struggled through the room to the recharge berth, wondering how the very large and extremely broad wing spanned seeker could rest with such clutter. There was barely enough room for Sunstreaker to sit down!

He ignored the stolen war memorial staring accusingly at him from the edge of the berth as he set to work, growling oaths under his breathing function about the stupidity of his twin and how insane the whole scenario was. Especially when the prank was going to backfire and like most of Sideswipe's ideas, give others enough fodder against the duo to last a very long time. He also cursed his brother for taking the easy room, while he was left to fend off a strange occurrence of bats that decided they didn't like being disturbed from their nest in the ventilation shaft. Wondering if he was susceptible to rabies, Sunstreaker reluctantly completed his task, though with great difficulty. If anyone found out about this, he was sure he'd either get a special accommodation for bravely performing under such dire and strenuous situation. Or he could get a rather lengthy assignment to the brig and thousands of hours of mental evaluation from every psychiatric specialist in the combined galaxies.

Objective complete he exited, greeting Sideswipe who gave a curt nod and disappeared into Thundercracker's quarters. After a minute, he returned, giving his twin the thumbs up and both exited the rooms, making sure to draw attention to themselves. Ramjet and Ravage were closest and gave chase, the twins jeering at their enemies and laughing about being interrupted before the real fun began. No one paid them any heed, until two hours after the battle.

A few mechs were in the med bay affecting repairs, when the security alarms went ballistic. All able bodied mechs dashed outside to protect their home, and meet the enraged form of Starscream. The Air Commander was standing on the crest of the hill overlooking the Ark, his two trinemates flanking him. Both looked angry and disgusted, though Skywarp ruined the full effect by occasionally letting an amused smile escape.

"You… You…." Starscream sputtered when the twins emerged with their comrades, weapons appearing from subspace. "You disgusting… grotesque… evil…"

"Hello Kettle, glad you called!" Sideswipe yelled, his gun not even pointing at the flyers. He had a feeling he knew what this was about. And he was thrilled to the circuits.

"Prime!" Starscream thundered to the red mech stationed at the front of the assembly. "I demand that you punish those two….. those two…." His vents heaved with emotion, his finger pointing at the accused, and extremely guilty, parties. "Sickened, warped," (Skywarp made an indignant noise but it was ignored) "childish sociopathic twins of yours," Starscream fumed, his rage making his voice go even higher than normal.

"What have they done this time?" Prime asked, though he doubted any theory Starscream could imagine.

"They violated our quarters," Starscream snapped, his voice teetering on the ultra high frequency.

"Well, not all of it," Sideswipe commented, giving the enraged seeker a saddened look. "We were interrupted before doing a thorough job."

Starscream's voice hit the high note, and everyone, including his trinemates, had to cover their audios. After nearly five minutes of fluent supersonic cursing, Starscream calmed down, his body shaking from exertion. His vents heaved, causing a shimmer to appear around him in a ghostly mirage.

"Do something, Prime!" Starscream rasped, his voice now raw from the abuse.

"They violated your quarters?" Prime asked, his audios ringing slightly from the verbal assault. He made a mental note to not remind the seeker of his unknown ability to immobilize with his voice. Soundwave was bad enough. "How precisely did they do that?"

"They…. They…" Starscream sputtered, apparently unable to voice his grievance. Skywarp disappeared in a violet shimmer, causing the Autobots to go on the defensive in case the black jet was attempting an attack. It was Thundercracker who took up the explanation for his apparently voiceless leader.

"They broke into our quarters and overloaded on our recharge berths," he said, trying to fight down the urge to purge his tanks at the thought or laugh at the looks on the Autobots faces. "Well, on Starscream's and Skywarp's."

"We would have gotten yours too, but Ramjet interrupted us," Sideswipe called, looking a little pouty.

Ironhide looked to the two frontliners, his face a mixture of disbelief and disgust. "You did what?"

"Oh come on, like you never thought about it," Sideswipe grinned. "Enemy camp and the thought of getting caught. Who could resist?"

"I could," all the Autobots chimed in unison. Most looked disgusted, but there were a few who allowed amused grins to slip out.

With a sudden flash of purple, Skywarp appeared and tossed two crumpled clumps of metal at Prime's feet before disappearing and shimmering in a purple haze at Starscream's left side. Both seekers were now dark and foreboding, glaring at the two trespassers below.

Everyone's attention was drawn to Skywarp's present and a couple of electric snorts erupted before they could be stopped. Jazz started snickering, earning an irate glare from three seekers, who failed to see the humor in the situation. Prime opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to think of what would be appropriate for the situation and Prowl keeled over in a complete meltdown. Two sparks danced along the Second's forehead before disappearing.

Finally, after pretending to be a fish for a moment, Prime directed his attention to the seekers. "You have my word that the twins will be dealt with. And I will have new berths constructed as restitution for this offense."

"Don't bother!" Skywarp hissed. "Who knows what those fiends will do when you're not looking!"

Sideswipe adopted a lecherous grin. "You know, the war has been long and it's very lonely here on Earth."

Sunstreaker continued to scowl, his delight being filtered through to his twin, who could display it in open amusement. If Sunstreaker let his true feelings manifest, it would ruin the effect and Sideswipe's true intentions would be revealed. It was best to remain quiet, in the background, unobserved. When the second phase initiated, it was going to be quite the spectacular, and for once, Sunstreaker had a feeling it was going to work out. The Cons were unsuspecting, the Bots were just as clueless, and since all parties believed the true transgression was over, everyone's expectations would be low. He couldn't help the tingle of anticipation that flooded the bond, and barely surpressing a snicker as Sideswipe smiled in his devilishly, wicked way.

Primus, Sideswipe was beautiful when he was his most dangerous.

"They….. they're….." Starscream sputtered, still having difficulty in forming complex sentences.

"They will be dealt with, you have my word," Prime promised, giving the culprits a scathing look.

Starscream shook his fist, giving the twins a hellish glare. "You violate our quarters again and I'll personally dismantle you and distribute your parts across the galaxy!"

"You'll have assistance," Ratchet yelled to the seekers, his glare fixed on the twins. "Their actions are a disgrace and completely inappropriate and they will be schooled in proper etiquette and hygienic practices."

"Don't really need the schooling, Ratch," Sideswipe smiled, unaffected by the CMO's murderous glare. "I think we did well, considering it was during a battle and we were able to perform to, as I don't mind bragging on our abilities, to a very satisfactory outcome."

Sunstreaker sent a burst of pleasure to his twin, which only increased his depraved look.

"You'll pay for this….. indecency," Starscream snarled, before transforming and taking to the air. Thundercracker and Skywarp followed, both casting dirty looks to the Autobots below.

"Anyone else find this rather ironic?" Sideswipe asked with a smile, turning to his comrades. His mirth faded at the murderous and incredulous looks he was receiving.

Ratchet stalked to the still sparking Prowl and started the long process of rebooting the tactician. He growled oaths under his breath as he worked. Prowl twitched in time with his words.

Prime stood agape, unable to comprehend the situation. Some things just weren't covered in his training to become Prime. Randy soldiers performing questionable deeds seemed to be missed in the learning of the Matrix. He felt a strange burning in his processor, possibly from trying to purge the mental pictures that permeated his CPU since the seekers explained the situation.

Jazz seemed to be the only one to have kept his senses. He looked to Prowl, who was still unconscious and pointed toward the Ark. "Brig," he hissed, not daring to look at the twins.

Truth be told, if they locked optics, he'd lose his cool and start laughing. But being a Commanding Officer, he couldn't afford to lose his authority in front of the soldiers, so as Prowl twitched on the ground, Prime apparently frozen in confusion, it fell upon the next in line to return order.

Sideswipe let out a giggle before marching to the familiar cell that practically had his name engraved on its control panel. Sunstreaker stalked to the adjacent cell, staring with feigned murderous intent to his twin. He should have known he'd end up in the brig.

When the duo was locked in their cell, Sideswipe called across the hall, "This is going to be brilliant."

"Shut up," Sunstreaker muttered, unable to completely block the enjoyment he was feeling with his part in the prank.

"You just know they're thinking the worst is over," Sideswipe continued, laying on the berth and tucking his arms behind his head. He smiled up at the ceiling, tracing over the burns and gouges he'd made in previous visitations. "Just wait. It's going to be grand."

Sunstreaker allowed a laugh, relaxing on his own berth. "I can't wait."

"Megatron won't know what hit him," Sideswipe snickered, glancing across the hall to his twin. "We could end this war."

"And all it took was a bit of reprogramming, exceptionally talented soldiers performing under stressful conditions, and an enemy who despise each other," Sunstreaker counted off on his fingers. He shared a look with his twin and both erupted in laughter.

Two weeks later the twins were allowed to leave the brig, though both had to attend therapy sessions with Smokescreen twice a day. The Diversion expert protested, but lost his vehemence when Prowl promised an archaic form of Praxian punishment that had the other Datsun tucking tailpipe and accepting the unwanted assignment.

Ratchet violently lectured on proper conduct, deviant sexual behavior, the dangerous associated with such behavior, and a rather lengthy discussion on why it's a bad idea to fritz out a commanding officer. That lecture was punctuated with a lot of steel and iron and many dents were gloriously displayed. Prowl added to the lecture and made it quite clear that the twins were going to be doing a lot of double duty and maintenance shifts.

Prime's lecture wasn't as bad. In fact, he didn't lecture them at all. As soon as the twins entered his office, brilliant smiles in place, Prime burst out laughing so hard he had to lean against his desk for support. Apparently the stoic leader had seen the humor in the situation, after the shock wore off, and remembering his own youth, couldn't bring himself to add to their punishment detail. After a hearty round of laughter, and detailed descriptions of the seeker's quarters, to which Sunstreaker provided ample pictures, the twins were excused to resume the duty schedule Prowl had provided. They're only command from their esteemed leader was that they were to promise never to pull such a stunt again. It was risky to leave their teammates and engage in other, questionable activities while others were in danger. The twins had the decency to look ashamed of themselves, but Prime quickly returned the topic of Seeker obsessions.

So as Sideswipe departed for his twelve hour patrol, Sunstreaker took his place at the 'boredom monitor'. Jazz stopped by Sunstreaker's station, muttering a, "That was awesome," before leaving the golden warrior to his tedious task. The two soon fell into the monotonous schedule that Prowl had constructed, and by the end of the second day, both were ready to kill.

Sunstreaker destroyed a consol by smashing his forehead into it. Sideswipe drove Ironhide off the road and into a sign. Sunstreaker raced along streets at breakneck speed and added a record setting twenty-six tickets to the Autobot credit. A malfunctioning energon dispenser had a beautiful hole ripped into it curtsey of Sideswipe, who threw the sparking circuits across the room and ignited Wheeljack's schematics.

On the third day, the Autobots were considering dismantling the two and selling their parts. As Gears removed himself from the bulkhead for the fourth time that day, he heard Windcharger shouting obscenities that would make Ratchet grab a pen and take notes. Vowing retribution to a certain Lamborghini pair, Gears made it two steps when the alarms sounded. Sunstreaker came hurtling around the corner, knocking the minibot against the wall and disappearing down the hall without any apology.

"Decepticons are attacking a power plant in Portland," Prime called, taking the lead. "Autobots, transform and roll out!"

As one unit they moved, the twins taking their point position and feeling a nagging itch in their circuits.

"Could this be the day?" Sunstreaker asked as the Conehead jets came into view.

"Should be," Sideswipe answered, receiving the structured battle plan Prowl had sent out. "It's had plenty of time to simmer."

The battle started like it normally did, all the mechs standing around, arguing, insulting and having a lubricating contest. Prime and Megatron were in good form with their verbal sparing, making their troops eager for potential bloodshed. Then, as the tension mounted and the insults started to lull, Sideswipe let out a jeer.

"Well, what do you know?" he called to the assembled Cons, his focus on the Command Trine. "Three wise guys!"

"Sor-tinly!" Starscream snapped, his face going lax in confusion.

Megatron looked toward his Air Commander, his brow drawn down in anger.

"What did you say?" he growled, his fist curling at his side. He turned slowly to his Second, and when Starscream seemed to be locked in a daze, he stepped in front of the tri-colored seeker. "Are you defective in the processor?"

Starscream took on a dark scowl, and suddenly growing a set of cast iron ball bearings, he hauled off and slapped the white warlord on the forehead, making him stagger from the unexpected impact. Before any one could react, Starscream snarled, "Spread out!"

Thundercracker stepped forward, glaring at Starscream. A voice quite unlike his own natural baritone erupted from his vocalizer, "Hey, why you picking on him?"

"Stay out of this!" Starscream growled, giving Thundercracker a slap worthy of any diva.

A strange whooping noise came out of Skywarp and without warning, the purple seeker rammed his head into Starscream's midsection, nearly bowling him over. Skywarp overcompensated and went careening sideways before regaining his equilibrium and jumped at the Air Commander. Megatron went flying from the tussling pair, Thundercracker sidestepping his leader and giving Starscream a hit to the jaw as he wrestled with Skywarp. As the three bickered and blows were exchanged, Megatron stormed in, throwing Thundercracker to the ground in a painful heap, and knocking Skywarp askew into the Coneheads, who stood paralyzed at the scene.

"What is the meaning of this madness?" Megatron demanded, his body radiating hatred in a boiling shimmer.

Starscream took a step back, and without warning, poked Megatron in the optics with two fingers. Megatron snarled obscenities, grabbing his face as he bumped into Thundercracker. Starscream's hand came down in a beautiful arc, slapping the back of Megatron's head with a resounding clash of metal on metal. Megatron bent, trying to comprehend the insanity that had taken over his command trine, unknowingly presenting a perfect target.

"Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk," Skywarp crooned, giving Megatron's aft a look before drawing back his leg and landing a swift kick on the warlord's aft. Megatron went sprawling to the ground, a building tornado of fury. Skywarp performed a strange little dance and took to the air, whooping out a noise that had his teammates staring in abject wonder.

"Soundwave, I think now would be a good time to call a retreat," Sideswipe called, pointing to the stumbling Megatron who had a nice black imprint on his aft.

Skywarp circled on his wingtip, spinning like a top in midair. "Whooo Whoooo Whoooo Whooo Whoooo," Skywarp called, then spiraled outward in a dizzying pattern. He was soon joined by Wildrider, both filling the skies with a cacophony of 'Whooo's" and "Nyuk's". Motormaster started yelling for his wayward teammate to return to his side.

If the Decepticon Third in Command needed any further incentive, Starscream came stalking toward him.

"Oh, a wise guy huh?" Starscream growled, pretending to slide a sleeve up his arm. "Why I oughta…"

Starscream extended two fingers and jabbed at Soundwave's optics, but the telepath was too fast for him. Starscream made a noise of discontent when Soundwave evaded him, but the Third wasn't so lucky the second time. Starscream extended both forefingers and rammed them unceremoniously into Soundwave's face knocking his visor askew.

Megatron pushed Soundwave out of his way and stared off against his insane Air Commander. "You will pay for this treachery!"

Just as Megatron leveled his cannon at an apparently unimpressed Starscream, the seeker's face darkened and out of no where, his fist connected with the top of Megatron's head. His other fist slammed into Megatron's jaw. Strangely both impacts produced a hollow coconut sound, before Starscream's knee came up and buried itself into the warlord's chest.

"I oughta murderlize you," Starscream growled before his hand came down on Megatron's exposed neck.

Megatron went sprawling for the third time, his equilibrium circuits immobilized. A string of curses from across the galaxy came belching from his mouth as he tried to stabilize himself for retaliation. But the seeker had impacted the right circuits at exactly the right angle, causing the Decepticon leader to pitch like a drunkard as he tried to regain his feet.

The Autobots stood frozen in place. The Decepticons pretended to be statues, aside from Motormaster who was still trying to get Wildrider away from Skywarp, while Thundercracker wove between them and trying to slap Skywarp's wing with his own.

"Decepticons: Retreat," Soundwave called, and for the first time in both armies collected memory banks, the unemotional Third sounded quite scared. He grabbed Megatron's arms and took to the skies, the other Decepticons breaking their spell and following suit.

Starscream seemed completely oblivious to the retreat, turning his attention to the Autobot leader. Everyone expected a string of curses or colorful metaphors, but was surprised when the screechy leader placed his hands on his hips and gave a disbelieving scowl to Prime.

"You did it this time, Wise Guy," Starscream rebuked, giving his most hated enemy a disapproving nod.

"You better follow them," Sideswipe said, pointing to the distant Cons.

Starscream adopted a supercilious look and scoffed, "Idiots would be lost without me." And with a long suffering sigh he took to the skies and disappeared after his teammates. When the Decepticons were a dot on the horizon, the spell on the Autobots broke.

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker exchanged a look that instantly dissolved into hysterical laughter. They grasped each other and slid to the ground, their vents wheezing with the effort to control their mirth.

It was Ironhide who stormed toward the pair and snarled, "What the slag was that all about?"

Sideswipe looked to Sunstreaker, and with an electronic burst of static, Sunstreaker collapsed to the ground and laughed so hard his vents ached. It took all of Sideswipe's power to formulate an answer.

"Remember when we overloaded on Starscream and Skywarp's recharge berths?" he asked, finding it difficult to suck air in through his vents.

Several of the Autobots snorted, but quickly stifled the noise as to not irritate the ones that doled out the punishment detail. Prime let the noise slip, but Prowl narrowed his optics at the culprits. Jazz merely smirked and Ironhide looked ready to short circuit.

"What does that have to do with Starscream losing his processor?" Ratchet asked, pushing his way through the troops that had collected around the two laughing Lamborghinis.

"I created a program that could rewrite their personalities," Sideswipe gasped, clutching his midsection. "Problem was, the program was so complicated, it could only be uploaded to one recharge station. Less chance of it being detected."

"So we… we made sure that ….there was only ….one recharge berth for the seekers," Sunstreaker added, giving up the fight against his laughter. Little electronic snickers escaped and caused his voice to hitch and skip.

"All three used the infected station, that coded the new sequence into their systems one recharge at a time," Sideswipe continued, noticing several of the Autobot forces were starting, and failing, to suppress their laughter. "I figured the program had time to do its work, then I said the command, and the system started to reboot their personalities."

"So the reason why you ignored a battle and overloaded on the seekers' berths, was that you needed to install a program so you play….. a prank?" Ironhide asked incredulously. Some things were just beyond his capabilities to understand.

In fact, no one could understand the length Sideswipe would go to for a prank.

"Well, they weren't expecting anything," Sunstreaker said, finally able to speak as he rubbed his midsection.

"And it's going to take a long time for them to find and eliminate my program," Sideswipe added with a shrug. "So we should be Decepticon free for some time."

Sunstreaker glanced from his brother to Prime. "So it's a win-win." His optics darted to Prowl, who had frozen with a shocked expression on his face. "We didn't prank an Autobot and no one got hurt. Well, Megatron got bitch-slapped, but let's face it, he deserves it."

Sideswipe looked at Prowl, feeling his tanks churn at the thought of having to spend another month in the brig. That punishment would be preferable though, compared to what Ratchet had in store for him if he locked up their Second In Command again.

"Surely you can't punish us for this! Right?" Sideswipe asked, looking for the telltale signs of Prowl spazzing out.

Thankfully, Prowl had only been assessing the situation and running scenarios. His battle computer burned slightly, but he guessed it was from the vast amounts of deviant behavior he had to add to his calculations. Some things a mech just couldn't scrub out of their processor, no matter how much they tried.

When he noticed everyone looking at him, he replayed the last minute of conversation. With a snarl, so unlike his usual passive self, he snapped, "No, you won't be punished."

Every Autobot, including the twins, stared dumbstruck at the black and white officer. Silence fell, broken only by the sound of a confused cricket.

"Why not?" Ironhide asked, breaking the stunned silence after Prowl's declaration.

"Because, according to protocol, the trickery of the Decepticons interrupted their cohesion and because of such actions, no Autobot engaged in battle or were injured in any way," Prowl recited, each word becoming harder to pronounce in his agitation. "Therefore, there is no cause for disciplinary action."

"No slag," Jazz whistled, giving the twins an approving look. He'd have to look into recruiting them again for his Special Ops team.

The laughter started as the odd chuckle, until the entire Autobot army was laughing hysterically.

"They shouldn't be rewarded for such abysmal behavior," Prowl growled, glaring at the twins who were now receiving slaps on the back and cheers from their teammates. All past transgressions seemed to be forgotten. Even Gears was laughing and congratulating the twins on a job well done. "I don't recall signing up for this," Prowl groused before turning away from the insanity in the ranks.

Sideswipe offered the Second his most charming, cunning, orneriest look he could muster, which only enhanced his handsome features and made him look downright irresistible.

"Ya sor-tinly did," he smiled, transforming and racing toward the Ark, where many other pranks were waiting to be plotted.

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Sorry guys. I just LOVE The Three Stooges! Moe, Larry, and Curly fit perfectly into the Command trine flipping out. In case you haven't figured it out, Skywarp was Curly, Thundercracker was Larry, and Starscream was Moe.

Anyhoo, let me know what ya think! I hope everyone had a good laugh! I certainly did while writing it… it helped to have a Stooges marathon playing in the background