Hmm... For some reason, I haven't gotten e-mail alerts for the past 10 reviews I've received. What gives? I never turned that feature off and they're not even showing up in my spam folder.

"And you've looked everywhere?" Prowl asked Bumblebee.

"Yes. He wasn't in any of the usual places," Bumblebee replied. "Where could he be? Do you think he's alright?"

"Knowing him, he's probably getting himself into some kind of trouble," Prowl sighed.

"You don't suppose he could have gone outside, could he?" Bonecrusher asked. "Maybe he got into a fight with a lynx or a wolf or something."

Bumblebee started panicking at the prospect of his friend having been eaten by a lynx. Ratchet glared at the rabbit. "Was that supposed to be helpful?"

"Not really. I just wanted to see if I could make him cry," Bonecrusher replied.

Optimus gave Ratchet a worried look. "You don't suppose he could've run into Blackout, do you?" Ratchet was silent. How could he have forgotten about Blackout?

Prowl looked at them both, confused. "Explain?"

"Bonecrusher wasn't our only Decepticon test subject. We also tested placing Blackout's spark in a Doberman pinscher," Ratchet explained. "Unfortunately, he wasn't as cooperative as Bonecrusher and ran away the first chance he got. We haven't managed to locate him. He could be anywhere in Nevada by now."

"Wait, you put Blackout in a Doberman and me and Jazz got these stupid desert animals? What gives?" Bonecrusher growled, his ears perking.

"First of all, we got you at a pet store, not the desert. Fuzzy black and white rabbits aren't desert animals. And second of all, I kind of clipped a Doberman while in my vehicle mode... I couldn't let it have died in vain..."

"Why couldn't you have maybe clipped a puma or a grizzly bear for me?" Bonecrusher mumbled.

"Quit complaining, or I'll stick your spark in a shrew," Ratchet threatened. Bonecrusher remained silent, but continued to glare at him.

"Okay, so now we know we've got to find Jazz before Blackout does. Any idea where we could look?" Prowl asked.

"Well, Jazz always was a city-bot..." Bumblebee suggested.

"Okay Shadow, here's what you do... Wait for the fat lady to put the cheeseburger down, and run up and snatch it. I'll get the fries," Jazz instructed.

"Isn't this stealing?" Shadow asked.

"Didn't you say you lived in a hole previously occupied by a gopher?"

"Yes. Why? Oh..."

"I rest my case."

They watched from under the bush outside the McDonald's until the lady set her food down and jumped up on top of the tables, snatching her food and running.

"Run faster, Shadow! Fat people are really food aggressive!" Jazz said with his teeth clenched around the fries as they took off running. They stopped in an alley once they were sure they were both safe and ate their stolen food. They both looked up when they heard a trashcan fall over.

"Why do humans only ever throw away garbage?! Doesn't anyone ever throw away food?!" someone complained. They both looked over and noticed three dogs digging through the trash.

"Maybe we should sit by the road and beg, boss," a pug said to the bigger dog digging through the trashcan.

"No way am I begging a human for food!" the dog in the can complained.

"Why not? Why can't we just rely on help from people for once?" the corgi accompanying them asked.

The bigger dog pulled his head out of the trashcan and growled at them both. Now that his head was in the open, they could tell it was a Doberman. "I've got an idea... Why don't I eat you?!" He noticed they had company and looked over in the direction of Jazz and Shadow.

"Why don't you just eat them, Blackout?" the corgi suggested.

"Shut up, Spencer!" Blackout snapped.

"Oh crap! Blackout?!" Jazz gasped.

"Jazz?!" Blackout said, equally surprised. The pug and Spencer looked at each other, confused.

"Hey, you know what, I think we'd best be going..." Jazz nudged Shadow and took off running the other way.

"Hey! Get back here, Autobot!" Blackout barked, chasing after them both. His two companions tried to follow him.

"Watch the cars!" Jazz called to Shadow as they bolted across a busy intersection.

"Blackout, maybe we should wait for the light!" Spencer suggested as they dodged cars crossing the street.

"By then they'll be gone!" he protested.

"What did this guy do to make you so angry?!" the pug asked.

"I don't have to explain myself to you! I never even wanted you guys to follow me to begin with!"

"Crap! Dead end!" Jazz yelped as he crashed into a wall at the end of an alley. He looked back at Blackout. "Hey dude, would this be a good time to tell you I'm sorry?" Blackout growled at him. "Hey, Bonecrusher forgave me! I think he did, anyway..."

Blackout was about to maul him when he heard a bunch of people shouting loudly to each other, something about the latest UFO sighting. "Hey, shut up! Can't you see I'm busy here?!" he snapped at them. They all grew silent and looked back at him.

"Did...did that dog just speak?" one of them said.

"Yes! Yes it did!" another replied.

"A talking dog! It is a sign!" someone in the crowd called. They all cheered and ran towards him.

"Oh, hell..." Blackout groaned, bracing himself as they tackled him. "Wait! Wait! The coyote in the sunglasses can talk too!" he ratted Jazz out.

They all looked up at Jazz, who yipped and started to chase his tail. "Yeah...he seems very talkative..."

"Max, Spencer, do something!" he called to the pug and the corgi.

"Why would we do something? You didn't want us to follow you to begin with," Max replied.

"Bye, boss!" Spencer waved his paw.

The crazies started to drag Blackout towards the desert, him screaming all the way. "Wait! No! I was only kidding! Guys, you gotta help... I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL!!"

Max and Spencer looked back at Shadow and Jazz. "So, do you guys want to go beg some humans for food?" Max asked.

"Yeah, that sounds good," Jazz nodded. They both followed the dogs out of the alley.

What's going to happen to Blackout? :O