A/N: Okay! XD I got this. Anyways, I've decided that after somebody uses a month I'm going to change the scenario. That way there's no repeat senarios and nobody has to work around which month has already been used! XD

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Guest: You got it!

Autobotschic: XD My P.E class was easy. We played kickball almost every day, and when we didn't, we watched movies and played monopoly…. I hate Monopoly.

Optimus stared down at the human femme. "What? Please tell me there's a story behind this because I am very confused."

The human sighed. "I really don't have a better way to say this. I got Sunstreaker towed and now he's downtown in lock down."

Optimus took a deep breath. "Butterfly, can you please tell me the whole story?"

Butterfly groaned. "Do I have to?"

"Yes."

"Fine, it all started this morning."

Butterfly stared at the Television. This was it. This was the season finale she was waiting for. She'd finally know if Jessica and Brandon got together!

"Jessica, I know how you feel, a- BZZTTT"

She stared at the television. Static filled the screen, and a huge yellow robot stood with a crushed satellite receptor. Butterfly's eyes narrowed into a glare. "What the hell, Sunstreaker?"

The huge yellow frontliner smirked down at the human. "You owe me two washes, and waxes. I intend to get one today."

Butterfly growled. "Well, isn't this just peachy. Brandon was about to tell Jessica whether he liked her or not! You damn prick!"

Sunstreaker growled. "Maybe you shouldn't be so into those fragging shows."

"Maybe you should get some damn manners!"

"Mayb-"

"Butterfly." Optimus interrupted. "Is that argument going to go on much longer?"

Butterfly glared up at Optimus. "it went on for about a half an hour."

Optimus sighed. "Can you skip over it?"

"I guess." Butterfly groaned. "Anyways. After the fight I had Sunny drive me to his choice of car wash, cause quite frankly, I'm not touching that aftwipe. Even though he had no problem digging his filthy servos into my bank account."

Sunstreaker stopped in front of a huge building. "Here."

"What the hell is this?" Butterfly smacked Sunstreaker's dashboard. "This place is for the fragging rich! Do I look rich?"

"You are in a Lamborghini."

Butterfly could practically hear the smirk the damn mech would have had on his face. "Frag you!"

A tap on Sunstreaker's window brought the glare off Butterfly's face. The window rolled down and a man smiled. "What can I get for you?"

"Um, how much are the washes and waxes?"

"fifty for both."

Butterfly sighed. "I'll take that."

The man nodded. "Alright! If I can just get your keys. It should be done in about an hour." He pulled a small ticket pad out of his pocket and began writing on it. He ripped the ticket off the pad and passed it to Butterfly. "Take this into the office, right over there," He pointed to front of the building, "and you'll pay there."

Butterfly climbed out of Sunstreaker and ripped the piece of paper out of the man's hand. "Whatever."

"Was it really necessary to rip the paper out of his hand?" Optimus asked.

"Yes!" Butterfly sighed. "I was going to buy my parents dinner today. Instead I get to buy them T.V dinners." She groaned. "You wouldn't understand. Anyways, I went inside and paid, and everything went fine, until one of the idiots parked Sunny in a tow zone!

"Can you believe it! They parked him in a TOW ZONE! He got towed. An Autobot got TOWED! I'm surprised Sunny didn't transform and toss the damn tow truck to San Francisco!"

"I do not believe Sunstreaker can throw a vehicle from D.C to San Francisco."

"Psh. Whatever. I went to go bail him out and they said I had to bring a title. I don't have a title. I can't bail him out without a title."

Optimus nodded. "I see."

Butterfly nodded. "Which brings me full circle back to my other question. Can we please leave him there?"

Optimus sighed. "I am thinking about it."