Gently, the sun started to shine, at first.
The first time that Barricade became aware of the change, was when the humans who had been staying inside of him, asked why everything was so warm.
Drowsily onlining, he found himself looking at faint, yet warm sunlight.
*kick*
Barricade had found the winter very good, thank you for asking.
Being a natural hunter, having prey in his fuel tank was a wonderfulexperience for the ex-Decepticon.
He felt so happy.....
*push, slosh*
Cycling his vents, he went to wake up the others.
Suddenly.....
OOF!
Dazed, he and Bonecrusher took a little time recalibrating their sensors.
Slowly, all Autobots and Autocons woke from their long "nap".
Checking on their human friends, Ratchet again brought up the dreaded question: How Do They Get The Humans Out Unharmed?
"We could try surgery....."
"Um, to be clear Hatchet, I'm not sick, just full........"
"No way huh-uh bro......"
Bumblebee stood a little ways off, apparently doing nothing.
Optimus Prime noticed this, but then saw that the youngling was ........sticking his digits in his throat??????
HOCK!HACK!GACK!PHUT!PHUT!PHUT!
Everyone turned to the noise, just seeing Samuel J. Witwicky fly out of Bumblebee's mouth, to join his friends and family on the palm.
Seeing that he had gotten the idea across, Bumblebee soon helped out by getting them to vomit their "victims"
The humans smiled as they landed in the palms of the gentlest friends they could ever have.
Well, that's the end of the sub-arc of Bumblebee's strange plan.