Author's Notes: Chappy 2! Read and enjoy!

"Let's drop a bucket of oil on him!" Sunstreaker stated, writing down a possible list of pranks to pull on Prowl.

"Too original…" Sideswipe sighed, looking at his yellow brother pace back and forth in their room, his head rested on his fist as he laid on his side on his berth.

"Okay…How bout' we make his Energon cube explode in his face?!" Sunstreaker declared in delight as he threw his fist in the air.

"Seen it…" Sides groaned, turning on his back on the berth and looking up at the ceiling.

"Water? To make him rust?" Sunny suggested.

"Lame…" Side said in a sing-song tone.

"Rocks?"

"Boring…"

"Tomatoes?"

"Done it…"

Sunstreaker growled in annoyance as he paced faster.

"Ah-hah!" he yelled in success. "We'll push him off a cliff!"

"I think that's called 'murder'…" Sideswipe teased.

"Then why don't we just lock him in a room with Ratchet?" Sunstreaker growled, slumping in a nearby chair as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"That would work…" Sides agreed, looking at his brother from the corner of his optic. "If Ratchet didn't torment everyone already."

"Well do you have any better ideas?!" Sunny yelled, standing up as he knocked his chair back.

"Actually…I do." Sides smirked, pulling out an oversize notebook from under his bed. He handed it to Sunny. "Read page 36." he instructed as he laid back, a proud smile etched on his face.

Sunstreaker looked at the red twin skeptically before he flipped through the pages he was told and read.

As he was reading, a slow grin appeared on his face and the yellow mech felt his body shudder in giddiness.

"Sides…This is…This is gold!" he laughed, marveling the notebook. He then growled and smacked his brother on the back of the head. "Why didn't you show me this earlier?!"

"Cause I love watching you suffer…" Sides teased, rubbing the back of his helm.

"Growls Whatever! Lets just get this prank set in motion so we can get that punk Prowl before he figures out what we're doing!" Sunny grinned, grabbing his twin by the arm and dragging him out of their room.

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The twins were in the training room as they carefully laid out their plans on the prank and set everything up.

"There!" Sides declared proudly, whipping the beads of coolant that formed on his forehead.

"Sweet! This will get ole' Prowler for sure!" Sunny laughed. They then heard footsteps approaching the training room as they both hid behind some crates.

"Prowl normally comes around this time for targeting practice…" Sides explained in a whisper to his brother. "That should be him now…"

They watched as the door slid open, but not to Prowl…

"OPTIMUS! WATCH OUT!" the twins yelled as they ran to their leader and pushed him out of the way.

"Sideswipe! Sunstreaker! What is the meaning of this?!" the commander yelled, picking himself from the crates of ammo he fell on.

"I think you're about to find out…" Sides gulped, noticing he and his twin tripped the panel and were stepping right on top of a painted red target.

"Slag…" Sunny frowned. The Lambos began yelling in pain as they were barraged with thousands of paintballs that were switched with the normal ammo of the battle simulation weapons.

Optimus's optics widened as he took a step back and watched the scene unfold.

As the shooting stopped the twins attempted to run, to stunned to remember the rope waiting for them as it latched onto their feet and flung them into the air. By this time, a few of the Autobots heard yelling and entered the room to watch the twins get pranked by their own prank.

The twins were swung by their feet several times before the rope snapped and they were thrown into a pool of black tar.

The Autobots watched in shock as everything got quiet.

The twins gagged and paddled out of the tar, slipping and falling onto the floor into a gooey mess.

The others burst out into a howl of laughter, nearly shaking up the whole base.

"It's not funny!" Sunstreaker groaned, spitting out some tar that got stuck between his glossa and derma plates.

"Oh slag yeah it is!" Jazz laughed, leaning on Blaster to keep himself from falling.

The Lambo twins tried to picked themselves off the floor, failing miserably as they slipped and fall smack dab onto each other.

"G-get off!" Sunny yelled, his screams muffled as his faceplate was crushed between the floor and Sideswipe.

"I would if I could, bro…but I'm kinda stuck!" Sides whined, desperately trying to pull away from the other.

"C-call Ra-ratch-et! Tell him…tell him…hahahaha!" Optimus couldn't keep himself from laughing long enough to give the order.

"Slag…We shoulda let Optimus be pranked…" Sunny mumbled.

"Seriously…" Sides agreed, he and his twin being picked off the floor by a laughing Ratchet and Ironhide and dragged to the medbay.

The others left too, still laughing about the whole ordeal. Though nobody seemed to notice the sneaky mech hiding behind one of the computer consoles.

"I am definitely making copies of this…" Prowl chuckled evilly, watching the footage over the video camera he had in his hands.

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Author's Notes: So Whatcha think? Read and Review please! :3