"Why am I out here on my evening off? Why do I have a dirty pumpkin on my seat?" the red Lamborghini moaned over his commlink as he crept along a muddy dirt track out in the middle of nowhere.
"Because you stole it and Prowl is making you return it," came the slightly annoyed answer from his companion, a silver and black old style Datsun. "I told you not to take it but you said it would never be missed. You said, 'this farmer guy has a huge field of these orange things, why would he miss one?' Because you stole the biggest pumpkin in the entire field. You stole the farmer's prize giant pumpkin that he was going to enter in the county fair and maybe win a ton of money with. Of course he missed it."
The Datsun sighed dramatically because he was rather upset that he had been forced to accompany Sideswipe. Though he didn't complain about it like Sideswipe, Bluestreak wasn't very happy to be out there.
"And because you left giant Autobot footprints all over the field so the farmer knew that an Autobot had taken it," he continued but stopping short of saying, 'How stupid can you be,' because no matter how much Sideswipe liked him, saying that would get his head bashed in.
Sideswipe sighed and answered as if he was repeating a school lesson to a child who just wasn't catching on, "I had to take the biggest one. These little ones would've been way to hard for me to carve."
Bluestreak didn't bother to answer and silently pulled to a stop turning his headlights toward the field. "We're here," he said with considerable relief.
Sideswipe hit his brakes and sprayed the Datsun with mud when his tires skidded in the mud. Bluestreak took it silently. Mud washed off, a trip to see Ratchet was forever.
Meanwhile, a small figure crouched behind a large pile of hay bales at the edge of the field. He opened his commlink. "Hey, you were right. Those two Autobums just pulled up. I bet they're going to get more of these orange things for something really secret and I'm going to figure out what it is…Shaddup, I am too smart enough…" He shut off his comm in disgust. "Jerks."
Sideswipe opened his door and partially transformed, raising his roof so Bluestreak could get the giant pumpkin out of his driver's compartment. When it was out, he finished transforming and picked up the squash. He stared at the muddy field littered with tiny orange pumpkins. He growled lowly. Prowl had made it very clear that no pumpkins would die on this mission but Sideswipe couldn't see how he could get the pumpkin back to it's place without stomping a few vegetables into mush.
"Just walk in the spaces between the vines," Bluestreak offered rather unhelpfully.
"Slaggit," Sideswipe hissed and marched across the field pumpkin in his arms.
He reached the spot where the giant squash had rested all summer and set it down.
The figure watching them snorted loudly and Sideswipe whirled around and unspaced his gun while turning his lights on the hay bales.
"It's Rumble," Bluestreak said in surprise and pulled his own gun out.
"What a bunch of morons," Rumble snickered. "Yer puttin' that thing back?" he giggled in amazement, apparently unconcerned with his own safety.
Sideswipe frowned. "Who're you calling a moron, moron?"
"Ooo, witty, Snotswipe," Rumble replied.
Sideswipe's face darkened and Bluestreak took a step back. With two steps, the red mech was looming over the small blue cassetticon.
It was at this point that Rumble wondered if he'd said too much but he didn't have much time to ponder that because Sideswipe reached down and grabbed the small mech by the head and legs, lifting him easily. Stomping back to the large pumpkin, Sideswipe raised Rumble over his head.
Bluestreak realized what Sideswipe intended and shouted, "No, don't…"
Sideswipe ignored him and harpooned Rumble head first into the pumpkin.
Bluestreak groaned but couldn't hide his grin. "You are so dead," he said and ran for the road.
Sideswipe turned to follow but paused and turned back, unspacing black marker. He quickly sketched a smiley face on the pumpkin right beneath Rumble's shoulders. With one last look at his handiwork, he followed Bluestreak to the road.