Being lead by the friendly stranger, they were taken to a really big campsite with other people there having a good time; dancing, eating, or mingling with one another around a bonfire located in the middle of the place. If not there, small groups were scattered among the camp, doing their own thing. A group made up of three gorgeous female passed by. They waved and winked at Bumblebee and Smokescreen, flirtatiously flashing their smiles. Bumblebee shyly waved back, unknowing that his cheeks were turning in a dark reddish color, which was an odd shade for a blush, and was pushed along forward by Arcee before he made a fool of himself. "Move it along, Romeo." Muttered the femme, rolling her eyes at the display.

The place was packed, although it wasn't as crowded to bump into someone else's shoulders every ten seconds. The air was filled with excited chatter in a mixture of languages; the only clear one was English to the team.

If one had to guess, there was a few hundred individuals here, including the ones who were inside a building the 'Bots stepped in. Being greeted by the burst of refreshing cool air onto the face, the trio stood in awe at the scene indoors.

"This place is amazing…and there's so many people." Smokescreen gazed at the partiers dancing to the upbeat music like there was no tomorrow on the dancefloor. Despite the song not being of English origin, it was really catchy. If they weren't on an important mission right now, he would waste no time joining in. Bumblebee shared the same feeling and even Arcee wouldn't mind a couple of songs.

"Ya know it, man! When it's winta break an' things get below chillin', Brazil is the place ta be. Here, we got people from all over wantin' ta get down on the dancefloor an' let themselves loose without having ta be in their coats." Baxter explained with much enthusiasm.

"It is warm here…" Bumblebee mumbled, his eyes wandering around until it stopped at an interesting sight. "Woah, who is singing?"

On a stage, moving her feet to the rhythm of the song was a young lady, approximately Bumblebee's age, singing an upbeat dance song for those around, getting a hit from the crowd as they either watched or dance from the performer's song.

The way she moved and sings, it was so fascinating, yet it felt familiar… "Why does it feel as if I heard this voice before?"

"Why do I feel the same way? Have we seen her before?" Smokescreen's gaze never left the female.

"I don't think so… I haven't met many humans."

"Maybe you two heard her on T.V or on the radio." Arcee suggested.

"Yeah, that's probably it…"

When the song ended, some more music played, keeping the dancers distracted. The female seemed to survey the area, her line of vision stopping at the group of four. It was really hard to determine what she was staring at directly as on her face sat a pair of visors, a sky blue colored one, retaining a glare from the dim lights above. Mouth quietly opening in a gasped, she jumped down the stage and ran across the swarm of people, pushing herself through all them like nothing.

"There you are, Baxter! You couldn't have taken any longer? And where's EJ?" She was so demanding, if not a little bit rude. It was something of which caught the bots by surprise; they didn't expected for someone who dances so gracefully with a voice to match to act like a brat.

Pink must be her favorite color because she was practically covered in it. A short dress came down barely reaching her knees by a little as the ends of it widen away from her body, starting from the hips in a neat cone shape, like a little skirt. Around her waist was a stylish white belt. Attached to the side of it was a small pouch. Underneath, she had on a pair of matching boots with heels that made her gain an inch. And her hair, rosy pink- what a shocker there- was short and neat, two long bangs falling on the opposite side of her face. There was also a pair of pink heavy headphones covering her ears.

"Hello ta you too." Baxter's aqua blue eyes resisted doing a narrow stare. "And thanks fo' coverin' meh. EJ still out, lookin' fo' tha' snake. Ah'm sure he'll be back."

From her mini pouch, she took out a little hand mirror to examine herself making sure her already perfect hair was still in line. It snapped shut with a click, deciding to acknowledging the strangers beside the DJ.

"Who are those people?"

"Just some kind folk ah met. They seem a'ight fo' a bunch of lost tourist. Guys, and lady, this is Rosy. "

"Only my friends can call me Rosy. You people can call me Rose." She barely gave them another look, taking out a brush this time.

Leaning to the side, the DJ crossed his arms in a displeased fashion. "Keep acting like tha', an' your friend count will start droppin' like flies…"

Rosy ignored him. "Yo, Blondie, how do I look to you? Does my hair seem fine?"

Bumblebee, being the only 'blondie' around, looked dumbfounded as if he was answering a pop question. "Uh, yeah, sure… It's beautiful." Was this the right answer? He prayed to Primus that it was. Next thing he needed was another species attacking him..

She flashed a cute smile, giggling at the complement. "Awww. Aren't you just a sweetheart?" The sweet demeanor lasted for a few seconds as her mirror was shoved into Bumblebee's hands. "Hold this." She had turn the scout into a mirror stand; making him hold his arm at a specific angle. "Right… there. Keep it still for a while please. Thanks!"

"Please excuse her behavior… She's actually a lot nicer when ya get ta know her." Not much confidence were present, Baxter's words sounding uncharacteristically flat.

Arcee responds with her own ever so whimsical sarcastic voice she was known for. "Could have fooled me…"

"She did say please and thanks." Smokescreen's shoulders raised in a shrug, shedding some light on Bumblebee's predicament. "Besides, I think her and Bumblebee are becoming good friends."

"'Bumblebee'? Aw, ain't it just cute? You're named after a little bug." Rosy look up at Bumblebee's face, flashing a smile, sparing him an ounce of attention from herself.

Again, so confused and lost.

"Thanks?"

"That is right… Where are mah manners? Ah never did ask fo' your names."

The Autobots started to introduce themselves.

"I'm Bumblebee, but I guess you heard that already."

"Arcee."

"Call me Smokescreen."

After the brief introduction was over with, DJ Blaster return a short comment. "Weird names."

"Coming from the guy who's name is 'Blaster'?" Smokescreen retorted with a small grin.

"Ah did say tha' was mah stage name. Anyhoo, Ah'm gonna assume that's your nicknames unless your parents named ya the first word that popped in their heads." The corners of his mouth pulled in a joking smile, completely unaware of the real truth.

"Heeeey~ pretty lady~." Arcee blinked, having a random guy dance his way towards her in a jazzing smooth style. It took four carefully thought out words out of the femme's mouth to have the dancer dancing in the other direction.

"I'm in the army." She warned him, unfriendly eyes squinting in his direction.

Not a getting an inch closer, he paused. "Turn ta the left an' chacha out." Not going to take a risk he shimmied in reverse direction his way out faster than he came in.

The man who was dancing his way out of here was tall, though he was a few inches shorter than Baxtor and skinner. His skin were dark as chocolate with braided black hair which barely touched his shoulders. Covering his eyes were a strange yet cool pair of shades, much like the one Rosy had as it was the same color and style. His short sleeved half jacket was white with a few streaks of blue and red added in. Though it was zipped closed, a black long sleeved shirt was still apparent. Decorating each wrist was a big, round silver bracelet that clamps down his wrist. And finally, his bottoms were sheet white pants.

"Jordan!" The pink haired girl ordered him to freeze. "It's not like you to dance away from a lady who you might have a chance with. Now, try it again, and woo her this time!"

"Lil' miss, Ah had no intentions of courtin'." The skinner man straight up told her. "Now calm your lil' pretty self down an' take all tha' 'wooin'' junk back. 'sides, she ain't mah type." Arcee didn't know if she should feel offended or what. Whatever the case, Bumblebee and Smokescreen snickered.

"Really now, Rosy, give him a break. If he wanted ta go out an' present himself ta a lady, he can do it without ya 'helpin'' him." Baxter too was entertained by his friend's antics.

The smooth dancer shoulders dropped, exaggerating a tiresome sigh. "Tha' wasn't my intention fo' the last time! Ah can't go 'round an' give all the ladies a compliment?" It was like he was testifying his rights in court.

"You didn't give me a compliment." Mentioned the pink dancer in resentment.

"Yeah, Ah know."

"Heh… This icy cool stylin' man is mah good friend, Jordan. Jordan meet Bumblebee, Arcee, an' Smokescreen." Baxter said. Jordan greeted Smokescreen with a quick fist bump.

"Yo, how's it hangin'? An' cool names by the way."

"This guy right here- ha! Ah have never seen anyone dance like he does. When this guy gets on the dancefloor, everybody better make room for him, 'cause this beast is wild!"

Feigning being bashful, Jordan grins widely. "Aw, man quit it. You're gonna make lil' ol' meh blush…"

Smokescreen tilted his head, pondering something. "Um… Are you two brothers?"

"Nah man. Why? Is it 'cause of the way we talk?"

"Kind of…"

"Ha, it a'ight. Ah see how ya got tha' confused. 'bout a lotta people said the same thin'." He turns his attention to the DJ. "Hey, Baxtor, where's EJ? Wasn't he-" He was cut off.

"Lookin' fo' tha' snake? Yep. Went out ta look fo' him, but ah found these people lost tryin' ta find the party."

"Ah see."

"Say, what's that thing under the tarp under there?" For past couple of minutes, Arcee's focus was on a item, obscured from view from a giant sheet, near the stage where Rosy was performing at.

"Oh, that's the trophy fo' the competition." Baxter told her.

Smokescreen was eager to hear about this. "Competition? What competition?"

"The dance competition." Jordan smiled at Smokescreen. "Where dancers shake their stuff ta prove who's the best."

"And the winners get the trophy. I heard it's really cool, though, I have no idea what it looks…" Rosy idly mentioned.

"You haven't seen it?" Bumblebee gave back her mirror after she wanted it back.

"Nope. We're not allowed to see it, hence why it's under a tarp to begin with. Only the staff are the ones who seen it. Not even Baxter over here is allowed to see it."

"It's a mighty big one, ah can tell ya tha'."

Bumblebee's eyes narrowed at the hidden object, almost as if he was challenging Baxter's statement. From where they were at, which was to the side of the entrance so they wouldn't be blocking the way, the supposedly trophy was on the opposite side of the room, making it quite the distance away. "I dunno, it doesn't look very big. Then again, it could be the perception… Hey, wait a minute," The music changed to a song he knew. "I know this song!"

"Ooh! Me too! C'mon, you can dance, right?"

"A little… I'm not really good or anything." Rosy dragged the yellow scout to the dancefloor without much of a consent.

"An' there they go." Baxter shook his head.

"Ain't tha' cute. Lil' Rosy is makin' herself a friend." Added in Jordan. "How long do ya think this will last?"

While the two observed Bumblebee and Rose, Baxter and Jordan was too distracted to hear over the conversation behind their backs.

"Why'd you asked about it, 'Cee? About the tarp?" Inquired Smokescreen. He spoke in a lowered voice so no one but him and Arcee can hear.

"Guess where the Energon ready is coming from…"

"From the trophy? Out of all things, it is from the trophy?" He saw the biker femme nod her head.

"Positive. Even though I don't exactly want to crash a party here, I think we may need Agent Fowler's assist with this one. There's too many people and the chances we would be spotted trying to take it would be high." She raised her voice slightly. "Excuse me for a sec." Arcee pardons herself out of the building to make a 'call'. When she came back in, from the looks of things, bad news was on the way.

"That was quick."

"There's something wrong with the phone." Then Arcee sent a follow-up message.

None of my calls are getting out; none to Agent Fowler nor the base. I think something is messing with the signal…

"Oh, ya were tryin' ta call someone? Cell phones don't tend ta work out here. We're too far out ta get a decent signal." Baxter stated professional. "An' there are lots of trees out here which could also be blockin' the signals."

His reasonings made logical sense, although, Arcee was using her comm. link which didn't require any point of reception from telephone towers and it certainly weren't the trees doing… What is going on?

Figures. Never such thing as a easy mission anymore.

"Thanks for telling me." Arcee shoves her 'phone' back into her pocket.

If we can't get Agent Fowler to help us, how will we get the trophy? For all we know, it could be a dangerous relic a human got their hands onto and thought it could be given away like a prize.

And not knowing what it is?

Arcee received the message from Smokescreen. The former sportscar straightens up his posture and asked, "Is it too late to join the competition?"

"Nope. There's still time. Does tha' mean ya wanna..."

"Join? Yeah!"

Smokescreen, are you crazy!?

Smokescreen looks back at Arcee. "C'mon, how hard can it be truly be? 'Bee and I danced before at the base."

"Hate ta burst anyone's bubbles here, but ta enter the competition, ya have ta have a group of four." Baxter gave the bad news. "The staff wanted ta try somethin' new this year ta see how it'll turn out."

"Oh, right… Tha' was one of the rules…"

"Scrap," Smokescreen swore. "What are we going to do now?"

"Well, fear no more. Jordan is here ta save the day," Happily volunteered Jordan. "unless miss army over there wants ta have meh arrested."

Arcee looked as if she was thinking about arranging a cell with Jordan's name on it, just to mess with him. "I'll think about it. What are you suggesting?"

"Ah was plannin' ta enter it mahself. Unfortunately, Baxter would be busy with the DJ biz, leavin' meh with Rosy an' EJ… Who both are also busy. Ya catchin' mah drift?"

Arcee jerks a thumb back towards the dancefloor with Bumblebee and Rosy, nearly blending in with the crowd of dancers. "That's busy?"

"Rosy assist meh with mah DJ work, singin' while ah play the music." Baxter clarifies for them. "She'll be doing it again fo' the competition."

Arcee still remained skeptical about this though… But if it's the only way, they don't seem to have much of an option now, do they? "We're not in a position to say no, so you're in. Just make sure you keep the dancing a good distance away from me."

"'cause ya go all 'one woman army' on meh. Message received, sis. Ah keep mindin' your personal space, an' Ah keep mah shades intact. Sounds fair."

"Hey, what did I miss?" Bumblebee finally came back, though not in the way anyone would expect him too; in his arms was Rosy, being carried bridal style. She appeared so laid back and content to have a servant like Bumblebee to heed her beck and call.

Baxter was perplexed. "... Why?"

"She asked if I could carry her."

"An' ya said yes 'cause…?" Jordan wanted to know if there was a good explanation for this. There has to be a good explanation…

There was a pause, music filling in the air while Bumblebee thought over it. "I have no idea."

"Boy, drop her."

"I'm not going to do that…" Rosy would just asked him to pick him back up again.

Rosy sticks her tongue at Jordan, taunting at his failed attempt. "See? He's nice enough to carry me around and wouldn't drop me."

"An' if ya told meh ta carry ya, Ah would have drop ya on ya butt. Again. Anyhow, now ya can't chase meh."

"Why would I chase you?"

"'cause Ah took your mirror."

"What? No, you didn't- Jordan!" The guy had swiped Rosy's mirror from her pocket and ran off with it. The girl jumped out of Bumblebee's arms and let the room in smoke after the fancy dancer. Smokescreen was the most surprised, watching her run like mad.

"I thought it was hard for for females to run in heels." Bumblebee looks at Arcee.

"Apparently not."

"Hate ta run too, but ah gotta check in with some of the people in charge and sure everythin' is a go. See ya'll later an' Ah can't wait ta see ya perform. Oh, and if one ya make sure Rosy doesn't kill Jordan, it will be very much appreciated." Baxter gave a quick wave, "Have fun now."

When the DJ left, Bumblebee faced his team. "What does he mean by perform?"

Arcee then sighs. "Long story short: we're a dance group now."


And that's a wrap… *lays in a bed full of breadsticks*

This was originally twice as long, but I have to cut part of it off and save it for the next chapter because THIS IS WAS TOO FRAGGING LONG. That and I need to go through some spell checks.

Sorry for the long update, but apparently I have all these projects to do and I can't exactly be on the computer much to write these… sorry..

I hope everything liked it because if not, I'm sending Blitzwing after ya… Lol I'm kidding… Only a little.

On next chapter, guess who also arrives on the scene?