A Laughing Streak

AN: Merry Christmas Eve

Here's your first little present before the big present tomorrow.

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About 20:30 is an absolutely beautiful song that really sums up the holiday season.

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Prowl groaned, grabbing his throbbing helm. A twin groan was heard to his right. Five seconds later, there was another from his left. Optics flickering, the Praxian opened his optics to find the orange ceiling of the ARK hovering over him. He was flat on his back, with his doorwings splayed behind him as an angelic highlight. And from the cold metal pressed against his posterior, he wasn't in his quarters.

"Slagging Sideswipe," a baritone voice growled from the right.

Prowl turned his helm and found Smokescreen lying beside of him, his bleary optics gazing into Prowl's own. When the blue Praxian noticed who was laying a few inches from him, his doorwings hiked up, the bottom one scraping painfully against metal berth. The other doorwing wobbled in mid air before falling over Smokescreen's right shoulder in limp surrender.

"What's going on?" came Bluestreak's voice from Prowl's left.

Prowl turned and looked at the young gunner, finding him to be laying on his left side in a mirror image of Smokescreen on Prowl's right. Bluestreak emitted a little squeak as he looked into the annoyed face of the SIC.

"Prowl, Sir? What are you doing in my quarters?" Bluestreak asked.

Prowl groaned as he tried to move, his joints protesting the movement. He struggled into a sitting position and found that all three Praxian's were displayed in the rec room on several tables that had been shoved together. Smokescreen and Bluestreak joined Prowl, surveying the rec room and finding it strangely uninhabited.

"I was charging in my quarters," Smokescreen said.

"I as well," Prowl added. He checked his chronometer and let out a groan as he realized he had slept through half of the morning. His paperwork was surely mounted as high as the ceiling.

"Did we miss the party?" Bluestreak asked

"Guys, I think we were the party," Smokescreen sighed in aggravation.

"What do you mean?" Prowl asked, a sinking feeling taking his tank down into the mantle of the Earth.

Bluestreak gave a garbled noise of surprise, scrambling off the tables. When he was standing a few feet away, a pewter blush on his face, Prowl saw what caused the young gunner such distress. Bluestreak was painted in what appeared to be a dainty pink undergarment the human females wear. There was a stripe of pink over the gunner's hips that connected to a frilly looking triangle on Bluestreak's interface panel. Both of his headlights were painted the same pink color, a light dusting of color giving the impression of 'cleavage.' The straps were a ruffled pink that went over the gunner's shoulders.

Smokescreen hopped off the table as well, sighing at his own set of frilly lady underthings that were painted with the delicate of ease. He rolled his optics as he regarded Prowl.

"One guess what you're wearing,' Smokescreen smirked, noting that Prowl's ensemble seemed a more 'risqué' than that of the other two Praxian's. Where Smokescreen and Bluestreak were decorated in a 'bikini' style panty, Prowl was sporting what was known as a thong. And his 'cleavage' was enhanced to resemble a much larger bust than the other two Praxian's.

Prowl didn't need to look down to know that he too was painted the design of human lingerie. Fists forming at his side, he whirled, almost striking Smokescreen with his doorwings as he marched from the rec room.

'Prowl, what are you doing?' Red Alert's voice almost yelled through the comm..

'I'm about to commit murder if you must know,' Prowl answered as he stalked down the hall.

'You better go hide in your quarters until you can get the paint off.' Red Alert warned.

'Don't worry Red Alert I will make it clear to Prime that you are not at fault in this homicide,' Prowl said, turning the corner and heading toward the command hub where he knew the twins were scheduled for monitor duty.

'Prowl don't! There are humans visiting!' Red Alert sounded on the verge of an all out panic attack.

Before the information sunk in, Prowl had made it to his destination. He halted midstep, noting the two dozen human representatives that were in deep conversation with Prime and Jazz. Prowl felt his systems freeze, unsure what he should do, when Sideswipe made the decision for him.

"Prowl! Put some clothes on!" Sideswipe yelled from the monitor.

Every set of eyes and optics swiveled around to stare at the stoic SIC. The humans gasped, many covering their mouths with their hands, their eyes wide and staring. Jazz suppressed a laugh at the outrageous get up Prowl was painted in. The scene became even more comical when Smokescreen and Bluestreak joined their brethren. All three sported the pink panty design with little swirls of lace and all three enhanced with buxom appeal along their chassis. The human females looked scandalous. The human males looked vaguely interested. Prime was stunned into silence. Jazz was trembling with mirth. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were pressing their lip components in a thin line to keep from laughing.

Bluestreak's engine gave an aggravated rev, having noticed the human audience to the embarrassment. Smokescreen added to the noise with a growl deep in his engine, his door wings flexing. Prowl stood glaring daggers at the twins, his optics narrowed into slits and shining with malice normally associated with Decepticons. His door wings were held in a stiff formation showcasing his new feminine features.

Prowl took one step toward his targets. Smokescreen and Bluestreak mirrored him.

Another step, Prowl's door wings flicked, the growl in his engine turned vicious. Several witnesses shivered at the tone. Prowl took another step and when he raised his pede for the next step, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker took off like bolts of lightning.

As soon as the coward Lamborghinis took to flight, the chase was on.

Though Smokescreen and Bluestreak were slagged off, they knew better than to go after Sunstreaker. He could easily overpower both and not even be winded. Prowl on the other hand was another demon altogether. It took a lot to get him slagged off and when he did, he had no problem subduing either Lamborghini. The extensive training he learned in the Enforcers and many forms of self defense and attack strategies, had given him an advantage. Not to mention he was used to the twins and could plan their next possible series of attacks. They were good, but they were predictable.

Sunstreaker was cornered in a matter of seconds, Prime his only route of escape. Opting not to go through the Autobot leader, Sunstreaker turned to take on his attacker and found himself tumbling in a whirlwind of black and white. When he felt the ground connect with him, he could only see in monochromatic tones before the world exploded in black.

Smokescreen and Bluestreak were having a hard time pinning Sideswipe down. With a few deft blows, both were groaning on the ground. Sideswipe stood triumphant over the two, a smirk on his face. He didn't need his proximity sensors to let him know Prowl was targeting him. When he felt his brother's slip from consciousness, there was only one explanation.

Sideswipe grinned, darting left and right, evading Prowl with ease.

"Looking good there, Prowl!" Sideswipe taunted, shaking his aft and waggling his brow plates in a suggestive manner.

Prowl growled and launched himself after Sideswipe, chasing the ruby warrior around the command center. Music blared from Sideswipe's systems as he passed Prime and the stunned human representatives. With a cheeky look to his commanding officer Sideswipe darted out of the room, Prowl hot on his heels. The Benny Hill theme song following both out the door.

Prime was speechless. Not sure how to proceed, he cleared his vents and looked to Jazz, who took over with aplomb.

"As you can tell, we have adapted to Earth culture and find it not only entertaining and joyous amusement, but something that binds all of us together, regardless of species,' Jazz said, offering a charming smile. "We can share in a laugh at the silliness of our friends and family."

The humans smiled, resuming their talks. Prime vented a sigh of relief. Jazz commed Prime, asking for a raise.

It was denied.

Prowl chased Sideswipe around the ARK, all the while the melodious tinkling of the Benny Hill song played from Sideswipe's speakers.

When Prowl finally caught the Lamborghini, Sideswipe pulled the Praxian on top of him and grinned.

"Nice panties, Prowl," Sideswipe snickered before a fist knocked him cold.

Ratchet found both Lamborghinis in his med bay, missing their interface panels. Smokescreen had seen fit to write crude messages all over their bodies and used a paint that wasn't easily removed. When the twins regained consciousness, Sunstreaker proceeded to send his brother to emergency surgery, where he spent the rest of the week recovering from his latest ingenious scheme.

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*Bow wrapped Lambos to all reviewers*