Sunstreaker: tell me again why I have to say it…
'cause I will give you an extra shinny-maker wax…
Sunstreaker: hmmm…
OH PLEASE!
KitKat: …Bunnies! Just do it! She's offering something good!
Sunstreaker: Fine…*grumbles* Anaya(the author) and KitKat don't own the songs sung or Transformers…happy now?
XD yep…*tosses can of wax* go nuts Sunshine…
Sunstreaker: *catches can* shut up…
KitKat: *laughs* good job Sunny, you're the greatest!
Sunstreaker: X)…why thank you. At least someone is nice around here…*glares at me*
What Sunflower?!
Sunstreaker: *rolls optics*
KitKat: Sunflower? Sunshine? Where are all of these names coming from?
Sunstreaker: *rolls optics*
Oh…just names Sides' picked out to piss him off…and hey, when you have the name 'Sunstreaker', you can't help coming up with funny nicknames…
Sunstreaker: *grumbles* whatever…let's just end this long introduction…
KiKat: *hugs Sunny* I'll just stick to Sunny, ok? Hey let's play a game!
Sunstreaker: Sunny…I guess that is fine, and what kind of game?
ENJOY THE CHAPTER! and I would like to thank SsafsFlare for the idea! THANKS!!!
Sun./KitKat: *plays a game*
"Thanks Sides', but the song I am singing needs other singers besides me. Anyone want to sing-along?" Hot Rod addressed to the Sideswipe and the crowd.
Springer looked at Arcee, who looked at him as well, and shrugged. While Springer was walking up to the stage, a couple more bots joined in on it. They too walked onto the stage. Springer, followed by several more bots, joined Hot Rod on the stage. Standing on the stage now was Hot Rod, Springer, Windcharger, Jazz-who was wearing his signature smirk-, Bumblebee, Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe.
"I guess could sing as well" the red Lamborghini said, smirking. His yellow brother nodded to his statement.
What harm could come from singing again? Sunstreaker thought. The microphone was placed back on its stand, and the seven Autobots stood together in a line going across the stage. RoadRage was the one now to press the 'play' button now. The music began. When the bots began singing, they also began…DANCING! The red Ferrari femme nearly choked up her Energon.
(look up the video and dance if you want to know what the dance looks like! And excuse any and all the vulgar in the song…can't change the lyrics…)
Why this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why it's a grease lightning (Grease lightning)
We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads oh yeah
(Keep talking whoa keep talking)
Fuel injection cutoffs and chrome plated rods oh yeah
(I'll get the money, i'll kill to get the money)
With the four speed on the floor they'll be waiting at the door
You know that ain't no shit we'll be getting lots of tit
In Grease Lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
Go grease lightning you're coasting through the heat lap trial
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
We'll get some purple hued tailpipes and some thirty inch fins oh yeah
We'll pound 'em in the dashboard and duel muffler twins oh yeah
With new pistons, plugs and shocks I can get off my rocks
You know that I ain't bragging she's a real pussy wagon
Grease lightning
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the heat lap trial
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the heat lap trial
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning
Everyone decided to join in on the dance. Once the song ended, the seven bots struck a pose. Each one of them was grinning.
//You guys were great!// NightCat sent via. comm.-link to the Twins.
//We know.// they sent back. NightCat rolled her optics and grinned.
Then, RoadRage sent, //Not bad. The ending was nice.//
//Yeah, I know. We are awesome like that.// Sideswipe sent back to her, while waving to the crows. RoadRage rolled her optics. The seven disbanded, leavening Sideswipe alone on the stage.
He took a step forward and said into the microphone, "So, who wants to sing next?" Silence replied him. "Anyone?..."
A group of Autobots replied him, "We'll go Sides'."
"And me, I guess…" another voice added in from the crowd.
…TBC…
Sun./KitKat: *finishes the game*
Who won? And why didn't y'all play tag?
KitKat: It's a tie, and didn't we have that conversation already?
Sunstreaker: *whispers* I won really…
*rolls eyes* sure you did Sunray…and, oh yeah…heh heh heh…
KitKat: I still will get my revenge on him any chance I get. Like right about now, he should run through here with jelly and squirrels on his head…
Sun./me: 0.o…
-TEN SECONDS LATER-
Jazz: *runs in with jelly and squirrels on his head* AHHHHHHHHHHHH…*runs out*
*outside the room*
Jazz: *bumps into Prowl* Help me Prowler!!
Prowl: *blink blink* 0.0 *falls over fritzing*
*inside room*
Sunstreaker: poor jazz…
*nods* yeah…
KitKat: His fault. . . *sigh* I better go help him. *gets up and chases after the jelly-ified, squirrel-ified Jazz*
Sunstreaker: well then…Hot Rod and the others bots sang 'Grease Lightning' by John Travolta!
CIAO!!! OH…Don' pick the following mechs…and remember when requesting songs…make sure they are male-mech and female-femme oriented songs…
Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Jazz, Blaster, Prowl, Optimus Prime, Ironhide, Inferno, Red Alert, Trailbreaker, Brawn, Ratchet, Hound, Aerielbots, Seaspray, Blurr, Hot Rod, Springer, Windcharger, Bumblebee, Ultra Magnus, Elita-One, Arcee, Chromia, and SkyFire!