Here's a short one. It's as far as the story was written that I know of, so I'll continue this once I get the chance to.
"Run! Run! Run!" Mojo instructed as they bolted from the park.
"Yo, Little Bunny Foo Foo, move yo ass!" Jazz called back to Bonecrusher.
"My ass is moving as fast as it can go, Wile E.!" Bonecrusher snapped.
"Both of you move faster!" Mojo called back to them.
"Hey Mojo, while you're talking for us, why don't you say "¡Yo quiero Taco Bell!" for us?!" Jazz teased.
"You won't believe how many people ask me that," Mojo replied.
"Where have you been?" Bumblebee asked angrily.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Jazz replied.
"Yes actually, I would like to know!"
"I was with Mojo and the other one," he nodded towards them.
"You know, there was once a time when the other one had a name," Bonecrusher sighed.
"Doing what?" Bumblebee demanded.
"None of your biz, Bee," he replied arrogantly. He got stuck going through the doggy door. "Damn! My hips are too big! A little help here?"
"That door was designed to let the chihuahua in and keep the coyotes out, Jazz," Sam pointed out, staring at him struggling to get through.
"Don't worry! I'll get through somehow!" he said confidently. "Hey, Ren and Stimpy, give me a push!"
"Stimpy's a cat, not a rabbit, Jazz," Sam said.
"Hey! No comments from the Peanut Gallery!" Jazz snapped as Mojo and Bonecrusher pushed him through. "Yeah! I made it!"
"Keep it down, Mikaela's on the phone!" Bumblebee scolded.
"Oh...sorry..."
Mikaela looked at Jazz, Mojo, and Bonecrusher, complete with a disturbed look on her face. "Hey Sam, Mrs. Garcia just called and said that your dog was at the park with two other animals..."
Sam gave them a threatening stare. "What were they doing?"
She was quiet for a moment. "You don't want to know..."
"Oh Primus," Bumblebee sighed. He glared at Jazz. "I'm telling Optimus."
"Yeah, you would," he replied.