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"Ok. That should be the last of the ingredients," Optimus said, rubbing the back of his neck. He and Megatron were at the supermarket, as holo-forms of course, and had just finished picking up the last ingredients for their ten dozen cookies, "Now all we have to do is bake them when we get home," Megatron rolled his eyes, and pushed the cart towards the check-out aisle, "I can't believe that we fit all of this in one cart."

"Woopee."

"Come on, be happier than that!"

"I'd be happy if I didn't have to spend the day with you," Megatron snapped. A nearby woman shook her head.

"You shouldn't be talking to your boyfriend like that," Megatron chocked while Optimus' eyes went wide, "He probably does a lot around the house while you sit down and drink a beer," She walked past them, Megatron's mouth hung open.

"That little fragger!"

"Calm down. She didn't mean it," Optimus said, and pushed the cart up to the check-out. He began placing all the ingredients on the lane. The young girl popped her gum.

"Baking a lot of cookies?"

"Yup. We are. Together," She raised her eyebrow.

"And he's not helping you put this up here?" She shook her head in disgrace, "You should break up with him and find yourself a better one," Megatron froze. Optimus frowned, and took out Will's wallet. He pulled out a card, and handed it to her. She swiped it, then handed it back to him, "Sign here Me. Lennox," Optimus signed, and she placed the receipt in the draw, "Have a nice day."

"What is Ratchet doing?" Sam asked, looking up from his sandwich. Ratchet was moving around, waving his arms and spinning while Jazz coached him. Lennox chuckled.

"Jazz is teaching him an interprative dance," Lennox said, pulling out the jar of pickles. He took one out, cut it in half and placed it in on his sandwich, "If Optimus and Megatron make all those cookies, he has to do an interprative dance to show his love of Megatron," Sam chuckled, and spread the peanut butter on mayonnaise.

"Ew," Mikaela said, and took out a bottle of water, "That's disgusting Sam."

"It's really good," He slapped on two pieces of salami and ham, then the top layer of bread, " Best sandwich of life," Mikaela rolled her eyes, "What? You don't like what I eat?"

"Obviously not," Mikaela said, and pulled out some crackers and cheese. They watched Ratchet attempt to do a cartwheel, but fell on his helm. Jazz threw his hands up in the air.

"You're hopeless Ratch! We'll just leave out the cartwheel I suppose," he said glumly. He was really looking forward to seeing the cartwheel and watching Megatron's facial expression. There was a roar of an engine and the sound of a jet landing, "They're back!" Everyone leaned out the windows, and watched as Optimus and Megatron took out bags of supplies and made their way to kitchen. Lennox smiled, and sipped his coffee.

"Now the fun begins."

"OK. Let's get this cookies started," Optimus said, tying an apron around his waist. Megatron snickered, "Why are you laughing? You have to wear one too!" His smile dropped, and reluctantly he put on the apron as well.

"This is like a skirt! I look like a fragging girl!"

"You act like one too," Optimus said under his breath, but unfortunately for him, Megatron heard that. He spun around.

"Care to repeat that remark Prime?" he asked, flexing his claws menacingly, "Or shall I force it out of your pathetic vocal processor?" Optimus placed his hands on his hip, "What?"

"Let's just bake this cookies," Optimus turned to the recipe book, "Flour: two and a..." Megatron dumped the whole bag in a bowl, "We have to measure the ingredients Megatron!" Megatron looked at him, then at the bag of sugar in his hands. He dumped that it the bowl as well, "Megatron!"

"You do not tell I, The Great Megatron, what to do! I tell YOU what to do!" Megatron laughed menacingly, "VICTORY SHALL BE MINE!"

"Ours," Optimus corrected, "Victory shall be ours."

"That doesn't sound as menacing as mine though," Megatron said, dumping in the baking powder. Optimus stopped, and thought about it.

"You're right," He cleared his throat, "VICTORY SHALL BE MINE!" He laughed menacingly, then looked at Megatron, "How was that?"

"You fail at life."

"You fail at life!"

"Your mom fails at life!"

"Mom never loved you anyways!" Megatron gasped. His lip quivered.

"Mommy never loved me?" he squeaked, water gathering in his optics, "That hit me in the feel bads," he said, pounding a fist over his spark, "That really hurt," he turned away.

"Megatron. I didn't mean it."

"Lies! You are the Great Optimus Prime, and you mean everything you ever say!" he sobbed, covering his face with his claws. Little did he know that Scorponok was tapping this very moment, and that it was going to be used as blackmail to get Megatron to do something, but that is another story, for another time.

"Heeeheeeheee!" Blackout giggled, watching the video, "This is awesome Scorponok! We can SOOOOOO use this for blackmail!" Scorponok chirped in agreement, "I love this bet!"

More chaos!! What will happen next? Time is running out! Will Optimus and Megatron put aside their differences and bake the cookies? Will the Autobots and Decepticons win or lose the bet? Will Ratchet be able to perform a cartwheel, or will he disappoint Jazz? What will Mikaela do about Sam's strange eating habits? Will Ratchet have to perform his dance? Will Ironhide have objects thrown at his head? Will Skids and Mudflap ever learn to speak proper English or will we all be doomed to listen to their slang? And the main question is: WILL OPTIMUS AND MEGATRON PROVE THAT THEY CAN DO EVERYTHING????????????? Stay tuned for part three of "Cookies" to find the answers for these questions!