A/N: I finally updated! Yes!

Prowl: Shut up!

Dragon: *glares at him* make me!

Prowl: Is that a challenge?! *pulls out his gun*

Dragon: Hell yeah!

Prowl: And whatcha gonna do about it?! *smirks crossing his arms over his chest*

Dragon: MMMOOOMMM!

Prowl: Don't call that demon women! *runs out of the room*

Dragon: Yeah...my mom has that effect on people she doesn't like. She my ultimate weapon! hehe! Enjoy the story PEOPLZ! :)

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Optimus groaned as he walked through the halls of the Ark towards the medbay. He wasn't exactly the portrait of a happy leader…especially when he is waken from his recharge from a pissed off medic.

The door slide open as the leader walked in, stopping in his track as he saw nearly half of his men in the medbay, moaning and groaning in pain. Blue optics scanned the medbay, seeing the mech covered in an arrange of items that range from paint to over sized toilet paper.

Prime sighed, knowing exactly how his men ended up this way. Decepticons? No…even worse. His own second in command and those damn twins! A low growl emitted from his vocalizer as his fists clenched.

"PROWL! SIDESWIPE! SUNSTREAKER! GET YOUR FRAGGIN' GLITCHED AFTS IN MY OFFICE NOW!" the leader howled, the whole Ark shaking in fear. The Autobots in the medbay quickly cowered behind anything in their reach. Even Ratchet was behind his desk, shaking in fear.

Prime growled as he stomped back to his office, slumping down in his chair as he waited for the three mechs to arrive.

'They have caused too much trouble lately!' Prime ranted in his head as he taped harshly on his desk. 'They have three seconds before I go hunt them down myself…' Prime growled and as if the mechs could read his mind the quickly entered.

Their was an awkward silence for the moment and Prime hoped that he would get a formal conversation with his men…But today wasn't his day.

"THIS WAS ALL HIS FAULT!" the three mechs yelled in unison, the twins pointing at Prowl as he pointed at them in return.

As soon as that was said the three Autobots went on full rant mode as the yelled and screamed at each other, hurting their poor leader's audio receptors.

'Count to ten…Everything will be alright…Don't lose your cool…' Prime thought, staring into space as he tried to ignore the mechs in his office. 'Aww, screw it!'

"SHUT UP!" he roared, the three Autobots quickly stopping and stood straight before their leader.

"Do you have any idea what your stupid pranks have caused this team?!" Prime growled. No answer. "Well?! Do you?!"

"Well it's not our fault they got in the way…" Sideswipe muttered, quickly regretting his statement as his leader shot him a death glare.

"Sir, I know you are angry but-" Prowl started but what cut off by Optimus.

"No…NO! I'm not just angry, Prowl! I-I…I DOUBT THERE'S A SLAGGIN WORD FOR HOW I FEEL!" he roared, slamming his fist on his desk, cracking the surface of it.

The mechs froze, exchanging scared glances before returning their optics on the furious leader.

Optimus sighed, sitting back down as he looked down at his desk. 'Slag…'he thought, running his fingers through the cracked surface of his fabulous desk.

"Look, you three," Optimus started, rubbing his forehead in exasperation. "I am much to busy to be dealing with you about nonsense such as this. If I hear that this slag is continuing and more and more problems are occurring, I swear I will show no mercy in your punishment. That even goes for you, Prowl…Second in command or not! Do I make myself clear?!"

Three mechs looked at each other before smirking.

"Yes sir…" they smirked, the leader unknowing what the mechs were planning.

"But before we go, sir…" Sunstreaker smirked, walking up casually to their leader, hands behind his back.

Optimus scooted backwards slightly, not knowing, or wanting, to know what the yellow twin was going to do.

"We have a present!" Sides yelled, Sunny throwing an Energon cake in Optimus's face.

"RUN!" the three mechs yelled, blasting out of the room before the leader could shoot them dead.

Prime's chest heaved in anger, the Energon cake sliding down the smooth metal of his face plate.

"TWINS! PROWL!" Prime roared, shooting out of his chair as he recovered from shock. He ran out of his office, cursing like there was no tomorrow as he ran after the three mechs.

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"Explain to me something…" Prowl panted, running by the twins from their enraged leader. "WHY THE SLAG DID YOU DO THAT?!"

"I-I don't know…" Sunstreaker whimpered, running faster as he felt the loud footsteps and heard the loud yelling of Optimus Prime.

"We're dead! We are so dead! I rather be facing down Megatron right now!" Sides squeaked, nearly tripping over himself.

"If we run faster we might lose him!" Sunny yelled, his chest heaving as his cooling vas kicked in.

"Why don't we just transform?!" Prowl suggested, the twins face palming.

"Why didn't we think of that?!" the twins groaned in unison, the three mechs transforming, their tires screeching loudly as the drove out of the base.

"GET BACK HERE!!!" Optimus yelled, his horn blaring loudly as he transformed and followed them off into the night.

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A/N: They're kinda out of character but...idk just wantd to make em that way. *shrugs* Read and Review please! And also i need ideas! Please help! Hope you enjoyed it! :3