Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers (2007) or Transformers: Generation 1.The song that Lillian plans to use in her prank on Ratchet is Turn Me On by Nicki Minaj. Listen to that while imagining the events Lillian describes. I'm leaving the whole prank up to your imagination with what she gives you. ;)

It took four days, but I managed to get everything squared away for Friday night. Friday afternoon was spent making sure everyone knew their jobs...I just prayed that everyone agreed considering I only had one prank planned to the letter. I also had it set up so that I wouldn't actually be there when it happened in case the Twins decided to get back at me directly after. Red Alert said that he would show the footage to me later.

"Hey Twins." Sideswipe looked down at me. I tapped my socket. He lifted me up to his and Sunstreaker's table while plugging a cable in. "How would you like to be involved in a prank that neither of you can get in trouble with?"

"What's the catch?" Sunstreaker asked suspiciously.

"One of you has to be pink."

"No way."

"Ratchet's the one getting pranked."

"Go on," Sideswipe said, interested.

"Ratchet will be embarrassed on a stage in front of every autobot here."

I waited. "I'm listening," Sunstreaker said harshly.

I kept my face under control. "I'm assuming you both are amazing dancers-"

"Of course."

"Good. You both need to dance around Ratchet."

"Where will he be in all this?"

"Tied to a pole in the middle of the stage. You can tease him however you want during the 'show' just...keep it PG. You can turn up the volume in Ratchet's office later. First Aid will lock the door."

"There's something else," Sunstreaker said when he started poking around in my head without permission.

I smiled. "You guys know Galloway, right?"

"That aft?" snorted Sunny.

"'Course we do," Sideswipe said more evenly. "He's shut down our operations numerous times."

"How would you feel about humiliating him after the show?"

"How so?"

"Here's where the pink comes in. I need one of you to act like a femme while interfacing with Ratchet. Galloway will conveniently be hanging in the corner. Just make sure you aren't facing him while interfacing. After your done, I want the 'femme' to turn around and make it absolutely clear that he is no femme. I'll give Ratchet the line to say later. Just...make sure that you lock the door after you leave."

"Why?"

"Galloway will be tortured by a real femme later. Trust me when I say you don't want to see the results."

"You are one evil organic," Sunny said.

"Thank you."

"Is the paint removable?"

"You'll be able to wash it off without difficulty."

"Does Ratchet know about this?"

"No."

"You realize we can't be connected to this in anyway?"

"I've already convinced Red Alert to store the evidence and Prowl to let all the blame fall on me. You two won't get in trouble with this one. Just one more thing..."

"What?"

"When the song ends...run."

~0~

"Hey Prowl?"

"Yes?"

"I need to borrow Jazz for acouple hours."

Jazz crossed his arms in amusement. "I ain't an object, Lil."

"You are now," I said with a smirk.

"Will there be damage to his systems?"

"Nope. Just his pride."

"Don't Ah get a say in this?"

"You'll enjoy the results," I promised. "And so will everyone on base."

"No camera damage," Prowl reminded me.

"Already taken care of," I reasured him.

Prowl waved a hand at Jazz without looking up from his datapad. "Go."

"Fine. Ah can take a hint. Ah can tell when I ain't wanted by meh own bonded."

I snickered as Jazz stomped away dramatically, most likely for my sake. "Don't worry Prowl. You get to wash the stuff off of him later." I left before Prowl could get a word in.

~0~

When Prowl took an energon break via Prime's request, he could only stop and stare when he saw his bonded sitting on a couch playing video games with Blaster.

"Hey Prowl," I said with a smirk as I walked up to him.

"Lillian?"

"Yeah?"

"Why is my bonded purple?"

"I thought it matched his personality?" Prowl stared at me. "What? Purple means happiness, Prowl. Hehe. Maybe I should have painted you purple instead." He got a gun out. "Never mind. It really-Uh, Prowl?" He charged the gun. "Can't we talk about this?"

"Ten seconds."

I bolted screaming a specific line that would give the bots there a preview of what was to come in a few hours. "I'm too young to die!"