Thanks: This chapter was requested/inspired by imaginethat96.
Note: I also re-wrote the previous chapter, go and have a look if you haven't already. (Because I did mention it in the summary. X3)
Dinosaurs Aren't Purple
Chapter Two
Grimlock thundered into the Dinobots' private wing. They're all very large and take up a lot of space, so Optimus Prime just decided to give them an entire wing. They usually hang out in alternative (Dinosaur) mode in the hangar, as well as everywhere else.
None of the other Dinobots looked up as their leader stomped inside. This angered Grimlock, who loves to be the center of attention. "Dinobots!" he shouted.
"What?" Swoop, the Pteranodon, demanded in a hoarse voice. He was laying flat on his back with his wings spread out.
Grimlock pointed to himself, and with a proud expression exclaimed, "Me Grimlock discovered new show!"
This caught everyone's interest. The one thing about Earth and their 'puny humans' that the Dinobots loved... is television. No one knew why; every time someone asked the Dinobot in question would get defensive. And when they get defensive, they get violent.
With a look of nonchalant curiosity, a Triceratops asked, "What me Slag want to know is: what show?"
"Barney the Dinosaur!" Grimlock practically shouted. As if the others couldn't hear him if he spoke at a normal volume.
There was a beat of silence. "'Dinosaur'?" Sludge, the Brontosaurus and least intelligent of the group repeated inquiringly.
"Dinosaur like Dinobot," Swoop explained. He, as opposed to Sludge, was the most intelligent of the group.
A soft (by Dinobot standards) murmur broke out among them. A Dino...saur... like them? Could they meet him? What was he doing on TV? Weren't dinosaurs extinct, according to Ratchet?
Finally one Dinobot had had enough. With a huff, Snarl the Stegosaurus tromped out of the hangar to watch this show for himself.
Grimlock saw his subordinate leave and thundered after him, calling, "You Snarl wait for me, Grimlock!"
The other Dinobots shared a look before following after the first two.
Ratchet had been having a good day. There had been no pranks by the twins, no glitching done by Prowl, no "friendly fire" courtesy of Ironhide; just serene bliss.
Ratchet checked the time and figured he should refuel. He stood up from the chair he was lounged in and headed for the medbay's door. He palmed it open...
...Only to nearly get trampled by five over excited metallic Dinosaurs.
"What are you slag heaps doing?" Ratchet shouted at his creations. He waved a wrench around as he spoke for emphasis.
"We Dinobots going to watch TV," one answered. Ratchet didn't care who it was, really. Without delay the Dinobots started off again.
Ratchet groaned and firmly placed his face in his palm. He had just known that something like this was going to happen. And it wasn't a big leap to guess that it would end in disaster. Everything the Dinobots did ended in disaster.
Ratchet's good day had been brutally murdered and tossed down a well. He sighed, and shuffled his way after the Dinobots. Even if he tried to avoid it, he would just be called in eventually.
It was times like these that Ratchet regretted helping Wheeljack – his best friend, who was still on Cybertron – create the Dinobots out of spare parts.
As expected, Ratchet found the wayward mechs situated in front of a human-sized television. No one else was in the room; either they had cleared out when they heard the Dinobots coming, or they were never there to begin with.
He reluctantly turned his gaze to the television set. The Dinobots were crowded around the custom made TV, almost drooling as they watched. Perhaps television really does rot your CPU...
A man in a purple and green dinosaur suit was in what appeared to be a forest. Barney was explaining what to do in case you got lost – hug a tree and stay where you are. Ratchet had a sudden, disturbing mental image of the Dinobots hugging a poor, defenseless tree.
Soon came the time for them to all sing together. Ratchet muted his audio receptors with a cringe. He really didn't approve of this whole thing, but after that he just couldn't be bothered. With that thought in mind, the medic retreated to his medbay.
He bumped into Ironhide on the way. The black mech's mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out. "What?" Ratchet scowled irritably. He wasn't in the mood for charades.
Ironhide looked annoyed himself as he repeated his sentence. Again, no sound registered. It was then that Ratchet realized, with great embarrassment, that he still had his audio receptors muted. "I'm sorry Ironhide, would you mind repeating that once more?"
Ironhide sighed heavily. "I said: what's going on?"
"The Dinobots have become obsessed with Barney the Dinosaur, just as I predicted."
Ironhide cringed. Ratchet had, indeed, predicted that it would happen. Along with that prediction was a threat to Ironhide's well being. Ratchet was not one to make idle threats, either.
Ratchet fixed the Weapons Specialist with a dark glare. He uttered two words: "Fix it."
Ironhide nodded reluctantly. He would choose the Dinobots and Barney over Ratchet and his temper any day.
Seemingly satisfied, Ratchet continued to the medbay. Ironhide stared after him for a few minutes, trying to figure out just how he was supposed to 'fix this'. The Dinobots were near impossible to get through to. They were also extremely dangerous when angry.
Ironhide would need to be tactful and sneaky in order to fix this problem.
The Dinobots cried out in outrage as the TV blew up in a shower of sparks. Barney had been right in the middle of singing their favorite song!
Grimlock jumped to his feet in outrage. "Me Grimlock say: HOW DARE YOU?"
The other Dinobots growled their agreement.
"Barney is not a good show," Ironhide held his ground. "Why don't you go outside and wrestle each other instead? Or fish, you all love to fish."
The Dinobots shared a look before nodding. "Me guess you Ironhide right. Wrestling much more fun!"
With that, the Dinobots scrambled to go outside. Ironhide was quite pleased with himself and his problem solving abilities.
Until the Earth shook with a loud BOOM!
It took less then a minute for Ratchet to storm into the room, pelt Ironhide in the head with a wrench, and leave.
"Of course I have to fix everything!" Ratchet's angry shout could be heard faintly.
Ironhide cringed. Today had just not been his day.