"Well," Jazz sighed, slumping down on one of his office chairs with Cyber following. "We have several traps laid out for them…"

"Now all we have to do is wait and see what happens." Cyberstreak continued, downing the energon cube she had in her hands.

"And hope that Prowl and the Twins finally give up…" Jazz groaned.

'Though I doubt it'll be that easy, Jazz…' Cyber thought as she grimaced, watching the pink liquid swirl in the cube.

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1. Prowl

Prowl grumbled, transferring the nearly mountain-high of reports that was currently in his arms. He needed to get them to Optimus and because of the stupid twins it was getting difficult.

He was slightly content when a tub of wax was sent to him and he took the liberty to wax himself before he took the report to his leader.

"Here are the reports from the last mission, Optimus." the SIC stated, walking into said mech's office.

"Just set them over there, Prowl." Optimus answered, not looking up from whatever he was reading on his computer monitor. Prowl nodded and set them down on a nearby desk, slightly perplexed when the papers wouldn't come off.

'Damn…Why the slag won't it come off?' he growled, trying to shake off the stack of paper but failed. He then tried to peel them off, only to get them transferred to his hands and other places on his body.

After a few minutes of this, Optimus finally removed his optics from the screen only to see the officer cursing to himself as he shook his body wildly to take the papers and data pads off of him. Optimus's optics glinted in amusement, the leader trying desperately to calm his laughter as he got up from his chair and walked over to his SIC.

"Having some trouble, I presume?" Optimus asked, looking down at the black and white mech. Said ,mech just growled, tripping over himself and landing backwards into a few office supplies. He attempted to get up, only to realize he was practically welded to the floor and the office supplies were stuck to him as well.

Optimus looked down at the struggling Prowl and offered and hand for his SIC to take. Once Prowl took the hand, Prime tried to desperately pull Prowl off of the floor.

"Slaggit, Prowl! Get up!" Prime grunted, placing his foot on the wall behind Prowl and pushing on it.

"Trust me, Optimus, if I could I would!" Prowl mumbled back, both hands griping on his leader's arms as they both tried to get Prowl's aft from the floor.

"Ok, let me go get Ratchet for help." Optimus sighed, trying to pull his hands away from Prowl only to notice he wouldn't let go. "P-prowl! Let go!"

"I-I can't! I'm stuck to you!" Prowl cried, pulling against his leader as his feet clawed desperately on the floor.

"HOW. AM. I. SUPPOSE. TO GET. HELP. IF. I'M. STUCK. TO YOU?!" Prime said, grunting each word as he took a step back each time. Prowl winced as he felt his body stretch towards the other mech but his aft remain on the floor.

"Oh, slag…" Prime groaned, feeling his feet starting to slip as he ended up practically being slingshot against the other mech.

"Prime?"

"Yes, Prowl?"

"I hate my life."

"I hate your life too."

The two mechs groaned, on the floor tangled in a mess of limbs as Optimus was practically on top of the smaller mech.

"RATCHET!!!" they cried, said medic throwing his wrench in the air and causing it to fall back and hit him on the helm, knocking him out momentarily.

Sadly, what Prowl did not notice was the tub of wax sitting near his berth had its label peeling off only to reveal another label reading, 'Super Glue'.

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1. Twins

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BE-CRASH!

Sunny's fist came crashing down on the alarm clock he and his twin had in their room. The yellow twin groaned, slipping lazily out of his berth and walking over to his brother's berth.

"Wake up, slag-heap!" the yellow mech groaned, kicking his twin in the aft.

"Ow! Well, that's a way to wake up you fragger!" Sideswipe growled, pushing his bro away as he got up.

"Let's go get an energon cube before we start our shift…" Sunny yawned, he and his twin walking out of their dark room and into the brightly lit hallways.

"Augh!" they groaned, both covering their highly sensitive optics as they began walking towards the rec. room.

As they walked, they were met by several others, failing to notice the wide-optic looked they were getting and the chuckles and grins that plastered the mech's faceplates.

As they got to the rec. room, they quickly got their energon cubes and sat at a table that was already accompanied by Blaster, Ironhide, Bumblebee, and Wheeljack. Said mechs optics grew wide instantly, mouths agape.

"Keep your mouths like that and next thing you know, something's gonna fly in there!" Sides teased, downing his energon cube with a grin.

"S-s-Sidewipe?! S-s-Sunstreaker?!" Bumblebee squeaked, his faceplate going bright red that if he were taller he would be mistaken for Tracks.

"Y-y-yes?" Sunstreaker teased, looking at the mini-bot.

"What the slag happened to you two?!" Ironhide blurted, flinching slightly when the twins glared at him.

"What the slag happened to you, old man?!" Sunny growled.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that!" Ironhide growled, glaring at the yellow twin.

"You can't do shit to us, Hidey!" Sides growled as he poked his glossa out at the older mech.

"Don't get pissy with me just cause you guys decided to be femmes!" Ironhide spat. The twins optics widened as they stared at the red bot in shock.

"W-what?" they squeaked.

"You mean you didn't know?" Blaster chuckled, not caring that he was getting death glares from the twins.

"You guys haven't even looked at each other?" Bumblebee asked, tilting his head.

"No, cause I don't see what the-WHAT THE?!" Sideswipe cried, shooting out of his chair as he pointing his finger at his twin. "Sunny you're a femme!" He then looked down at himself. "I'm a femme!" he cried.

The twins looked down at themselves before they looked at each other, running towards the wash racks to the big mirrors that were built into the walls.

"Oh," Sunny said.

"Slag…" Sides finished.

Their whole features were completely altered to those from a mech to a femme.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" the shriek was so loud, it cracked the mirrors and broke nearly every energon cube in the rec. room.

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Jazz's Office

"Think they noticed?" Cyber asked with a smirk as she looked over to the mech that was causally lying on the berth.

"Oh, yeah…" he answered with a grin as the two bots burst out laughing.

A/N: Srry 4 the long wait! Hope this little chapter makes up 4 it! ^-^ A few of the many more pranks Jazz and Cyberstreak have in store for Prowl and the Twins! Read & Review Please! ^_^