"All we're doing is going out to talk to the Secretary of Defense. No leaving the house! No calling unless emergencies! Don't stay up late!" Sam and Optimus ordered the four. Optimus was taking his team, Sam, Mikayla, and Brittney to a meeting. He, surprisingly, trusted Sunstreaker and Sideswipe at home with two twin girls, that were only seven.
"We got it! We got it!" Sideswipe echoed. Optimus sighed closing the front door. Sunstreaker locked it as instructed to do.
"Now what do we do?" Niki sobbed.
"Movie Night!" the twins cheered. Sierra pulled out three hidden movies, The Dark Knight, The Mummy, and The Mask. Quickly, the four rushed into the kitchen.
"How long do we cook the popcorn?" Sunstreaker questioned. Niki and Sierra shrugged.
"How many popcorn bags do we put in?" Sideswipe smiled as he placed seven bags in the microwave, still covered in plastic. Again the girls shrugged.
"We'll just push some buttons and hope it works!" Niki cheered pressing the 'popcorn' button.
The bags bounced and popped as the four rushed to the television.
"Which one first?" Sierra asked.
"These movies say PG-13! Doesn't that mean only over 13 years old!" Sunstreaker asked.
"Sunny, don't you believe us when we say that we're mature enough," Niki pleaded making a puppy dog face.
"Alright," Sideswipe nodded. They slipped in The Dark Knight as they heard a loud boom! They rushed back into the kitchen to see the floor covered in burnt popcorn and the microwave was on fire. Sunstreaker quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher that Optimus had left them. After fiddling with handle they foamed the fire.
"Man! No more popcorn!" the girls moaned. Sunstreaker nodded. They were soon settled on the couch. Sideswipe activated the stereo system. The house rattled as the speakers echoed.
Hours Later…
"SIDESWIPE? SUNSTREAKER?" Optimus nudged open the front door. He was happy to find it lock but worried at the silence of the house. He snuck into house with Jetfire, Hot Shot and Bumblebee. They all peeked around.
"Do you think they're in bed?" Bumblebee gulped, looking up the stairs.
"Not likely," Jetfire sobbed.
"Where are they then?" Hot Shot asked.
"Bumblebee checked the kitchen! Jetfire the living room! Hot Shot check round the halls! I'll check their room," Optimus ordered. The team split up.
Bumblebee stepped into the kitchen. CRUNCH! Bumblebee flipped on the light. Popcorn covered the floor.
"Of course," Bumblebee grunted. He snuck into the bathroom. The door fell behind him. He twisted around. He attempted lifting his right foot. It didn't lift. Bumblebee fell onto the wall and slipped down to the floor. He growled. Slipping on the light, he saw a neatly placed trap. It was glue covered tiles. He flipped out his stingers and zapped the tile. It bubbled slightly, making the glue stronger. He groaned.
Jetfire ignored the noises. He found three opened PG-13 movies.
"Great! Kids are probably scared to death!" Jetfire groaned, looking around. He stepped over to the light. He felt a tug on his leg. Suddenly he was pulled up and dangling. He slapped the lights on. He looked up at his foot. Tight rope held onto it.
"Oh those kids are gonna get it!" he echoed.
Hot Shot heard the noises from Jetfire. He quickly rushed over to the living room but felt the floor disappear underneath him. He screamed as he fell into the hole. He hit the solid earth with a painful thud.
"Sunstreaker…! Sideswipe…!" he groaned. He struggled to get up and call for Optimus but collapsed.
"Hot Shot! Jetfire! Bumblebee!" Optimus cried. No one answered him. Optimus quickly marched over to the twins' room. He knocked hard. No one answered yet.
"Who is it?" a shaky sounding Sunstreaker mumbled, "Is it the Joker?"
"Optimus Prime!" Optimus replied.
"Open it slightly," Niki wailed. Optimus opened the door barely. After seeing the set of twins he threw open the door. He felt the sensation of cold water. He turned on the lights.
"Oh, hi Optimus!" Sierra croaked.
"No more movies for a month!" he yelled.
******Author and Author's Assistant's note*******
I loved the Dark Knight!!! Also this is one of our two favorite days J