"Eh, what time is it?" Lennox asked, stretched out on the couch. Epps looked up at the clock.
"Almost four," Lennox got up.
"I'll be back. I need to go pick up Sarah and Annabell," He heard a loud moan from the main hanger.
"No no no! It's behind, side, front! Not behind, front, side!"
"Does it really make a difference?!"
"Yes it does! And your whole sense of timing is off!" Epps rolled his eyes.
"I can't wait until this bet is over," he grumbled, and slumped down on the couch. Lennox smiled, and left. Epps slumped further on the couch when he heard the fighting once again.
"You call THAT a cartwheel?!"
Sam and Mikaela stared at Jazz and Ratchet. They were bickering like an old married couple, Jazz would obviously be the woman. Not only because his voice got high pitched when he was mad, but also he did scream like a little girl when he got scared. Ironhide had placed a mouse in front of him, and he jumped fifty feet in the air. Mikaela shook her head, and turned towards Sam.
"Imagine, if Optimus and Megatron don't make all those cookies, Ratchet will have learned the dance for nothing. Maybe we'll videotape it and put it on Youtube. It would be hilarious," Sam chuckled, and placed his arm around her, pulling her close.
"I wonder how Optimus and Megatron are doing."
Optimus sighed, and sat up, "Megsy, I'm sorry," The Decepticon Lord looked up, then continued to cry, "Megatron. Please stop crying. I didn't mean what I said."
One Hour Later...
Megatron cried, his hand over his face. Optimus looked up at the ceiling, "What did I do to deserve this Primus? WHAT?!"
One More Hour Later...
Optimus placed the two on top of the three, then moved the whole row over on top of the seven. He looked up, and saw Megatron had migrated to the corner, and was now rocking back and forth, sucking his thumb. He sighed, and continued his game of Spider Solitaire.
Two More Hours Later...
"Optimus. I've decided to accept your apology," Optimus looked up, "On one condition. We bake the cookies MY way, understood?" Megatron said, wiping his optics.
"Ok."
"And another thing," The Prime rolled his eyes, "This whole me bawling my optics out never happened, understood?" Optimus nodded. Megatron walked over to the giant mixing bowl, and began pouring in the ingredients.
The next couple hours went by smoothly, execpt for a few chocolate chips being thrown and flour in the optics incidents, everything else went smoothly. Megatron and Optimus were actually enjoying being together and they were laughing together like old times, just like when they were younger.
"Alright. That's the last batch to go into the oven," Optimus said, placing the last tray inside, along with nine other trays. Megatron wiped his claws off, and sighed.
"Done. Now we just have to wait," He grabbed the timer, "How long do I put the timer on for?" Optimus looked over at the book, and accidently hit the temperature up to five hundred.
"Uh, twelve minutes," Megatron set the timer, and started it.
"Alright. Let's relax for twelve minutes. Let's watch some tv," They got up, and went into the lounge.
"Well, well, well. Look who is out of the kitchen," Ironhide said, aiming his cannons at the target, "Happy couple finally give up?"
"No."
"Actually, we have all ten dozen in the oven as we speak, and in twelve minutes, they will be ready and all of you will lose," Optimus sneered, "BOO YAH! WHO DA PRIME! WHO DA PRIME? I DA PRIME!" he shouted, pounding his fists in the air. Ironhide's optic twitched.
"Never, EVER do that again."
Jazz bounding in.
"YOU GOT THE COOKIES IN THE OVEN?! RATCH! TIME TO GET READY!" They heard a loud groan from the main hanger.
"I AM NOT WEARING THAT RIDICULOUS THING!"
"YA GOTTA! IT'S PART OF THE ACT! COME ON RATCH!" Jazz bounded out, and they heard a chase commence. Optimus chuckled, and leaned back on the couch, Megatron sitting on the opposite chair.
"Soon, all of your cookie cravings shall be satsfied and VICTORY SHALL BE MINE!" Megatron cackled menacingly, then began to cough, "Ugh. Flour in my vocal processor," Epps smiled, and turned back to the tv. Sam and Mikaela walked into the room, and sat down next to Optimus. Soon, everyone was silent and concentrated on the tv.
Twelve Minutes Later...
Optimus heard the timer go off, and got up, stretching, "Alright Megs. Let's win this bet," Megatron nodded, and they walked into the kitchen. Megatron sniffed the air.
"Do you smell something burning?" They turned towards the oven, and saw black smoke leaking out the sides.
"THE COOKIES!"
"Nononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono," moaned Optimus as he removed all ten burnt trays of cookies, "FRAGGING PRIMUS!" he shouted, and threw them down on the counter, their efforts in crumbs(no pun intended....ok, pun intended), "I can't believe it. All of our hardwork. GONE!" he sobbed, holding a very black double chocolate cookie, "Why Primus? WHY!" Megatron picked up a burnt santana cookie, and examined it, "We're not meant to be able to do everything!" Optimus wailed, throwing his hands in the air. Megatron walked over to him and slapped him in the face.
"Would you just shut up?!" Optimus' optics turned to his brother's face, "I can't think when you're screaming like a sparkling," Megatron turned away, tapping his claws against his chin.
"Butthasvlkjsdfkjakfjadlfsjkd...." Megatron walked over and slapped him again.
"What?! You speak sparkling now?! I'm thinking of a way to fix this mess," Megatron said, and stared at the cookie, "There has to be a way to fi..." He stopped, smiled, and turned to Optimus.
"What?"
"I have an idea."
Dun dun dun!!!!!! Will Megatron's idea be enough to save the cookies and give him and Optimus the right to be able to say they can do anything? What will Blackout do with the blackmail footage? What is Ratchet's outift that he must wear if he has to perform his dance? Why did Epps randomly show up in this chapter after being gone forever? Why does Megatron act all tough when he is soft, like a baby's bottom?
THESE QUESTIONS WILL BE ANSWERED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!
......hopefully