Disclaimer : I don't own it.

Note : I only labeled this one as Bumblebee, but it's more or less random and not focused on any Autobot in particular.

Rubyswordmaster - I've taken your words to heart. I've been looking for more prank ideas (I have a few more chapters complete already), and actually wrote down the ideas on the list, in case a muse hits me to use them. :) Oh the revenge chapter is...Chapter 8, I believe.

Negimasamurai- Oh, uh... Bumblebee? Well behaved...? -Looks over the content of Chapter 9- Urm, not so much in my books. ;)

Dragonwitch250 - Hm, well, I actually have a revenge chapter, with Ratchet, Ironhide and Prowl. -laughs- Optimus is only slightly involved, though he's an innocent bystander. LOL

Hummergrey - I love anything with the major twins, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. -keeps calling them Sunswipe and Sidestreaker- O.o LOL. -Snickers- Ironhide and his big balls of doom, huh? I loved that! LMAO. Trust me, there are more Prime pranks to come, including one where he turns a prank on him into a prank on Prowl. ;) Who said Optimus Prime doesn't have a sense of humor??

KittenCeez - Thank you, I'm glad you like it. :)

Jovianokamigirl - They have several more in mind, even worse than the last. LOL.

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(Sam's POV)

School was out, and despite the calm tenor in the area, the Autobots had requested my family and I, Mikaela, and the Lennox's come stay at their base for a week. It was more for a chance to let the Autobots relax together, and keep us safe, than anything. It was also a huge chance to have a bit of a party, considering it was the middle of summer.

Still, being on the base had it's downsides, as well as it's upsides. For one, we had to sleep in small, cramped quarters, on hard cots. The Autobots apologized, informing us they had regular sleeping quarters being built for us as we spoke, but it was still a pain. Then there was the early to bed rule, considering we were staying on a military base. And finally, the worse part... The early to rise rule.

It was only six am!

I didn't have a window in my room, but I was pretty darn certain the sun wasn't even up!

Major William Lennox had been the one to wake me up this morning, unusually cheerful as he greeted me and departed to wake the others. Despite the fact that I wanted him to fall face first off the nearest cliff, and into the hands of the most torturous Decepticons at that very moment, I still felt the need to warn him as I saw him heading to the room my parents were staying in.

"Careful!" I called, rubbing my eyes and trying to stifle a yawn. When he looked back at me curiously, I shrugged. "My mom has a tendency to throw things."

He frowned in confusion for a moment before shaking his head with a smirk. "I'm a big boy, I think I can handle a pillow to the face." He shot back, hitting the buzzer on the door just a few feet down the hall from me.

Who said anything about 'pillows'? I thought, biting back a smirk, as I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the door frame, watching him. Oh yeah, I have a feeling this is gonna be good.

When he got no answer he sighed, and keyed in the code to open the door. "I so hope your parents are sleeping." The look on his face spoke volumes of what exactly he was thinking.

"Oh, ew! Bad thoughts!" I shuddered, and I think I made a pretty disgusting face, because just as the door opened, Will began to laugh, loudly. Then he turned to the room, and took a deep breath. "Time to rise and shine, everyone!" He called loudly.

All of a sudden, something came flying out of the room, and caught him right in the head. He cried out in pain and surprise, and I watched an alarm clock fall to the floor. Luckily, there didn't seem to be any damage, and I'm referring to Will's head, not the alarm clock.

"Wow." I paused for a moment, before I began to laugh. "She really clocked you, didn't she?" Shaking my head, I tried to muffle my laughter, even as my mother's horrified voice carried out of the room, calling apologies to Will.

"She actually put you on time out!" My father called, laughing his ass off. Then there was the sound of flesh slapping flesh. Hard. "Ow!"

Will laughed but there was a look about his eyes, and when he took a step in my direction, I ducked back into my room, and changed out of my pajamas, into some jeans and a t-shirt. I knew he wouldn't actually hurt me, but I wasn't quite awake enough for a noogie, or massive wedgie or anything, either. By the time I was done changing, he was long gone, and I could hear my parents moving around in their room.

Shuffling off down the halls, I yawned again, waving to a few familiar faces I saw as I went. Some of them looked...funny, like they didn't know whether to laugh or freak out, but none of them said anything. It made me pause by a door with a window on it, and I checked my reflection to see if it was me they were so weird about. Everything seemed normal enough.

Shaking my head, I groaned a little and headed around a corner.

Only to freeze.

"What...the...hell?!" I stared in shock at the sight before me.

A single cow stood in the center of the hallway, looking around as if in confusion. There was a small bundle of hay in front of it, and behind it... Let's just say there was evidence it had been there a while. When it turned around slowly, to head down the hall in the other direction, I got a good look at the number on the side.

'4'

My eyes widened, and I slapped my hand over my mouth as I realized what was going on. "Oh, dear God!" My voice was muffled, I know, but watching as Mikaela walked around the corner with a broad grin, offering the cow a wide-eyed stare, I couldn't help but laugh.

"The old cow prank?" Obviously she knew it, too. A huge smirk crossed her face. "Wheeljack was already questioning why the Autobots had been alerted to not only watch out for humans, but bovine, too."

"Do they know....?" I trailed off as we walked through the halls, carefully avoiding the clumps of hay and piles of manure. Passing a cow with a '1' on it's side, I grinned and raised an eyebrow at my girlfriend, as I took her hand and we carefully made our way around the confused cow.

Mikaela hiccupped a laugh. "Optimus thought we were planning on having a barbeque, and asked who was planning on slaughtering them. Needless to say, Epps turned a little green." She winced. "Then again, I would, too. Ew."

Nodding, we rounded another corner and raised our eyebrows as Bumblebee came walking our way, with cow number '2' held delicately in one hand, and a big brown splatter across his chest armor.

The smell told us all we needed to know.

He steadfastly ignored our howling laughter as he walked past us briskly, turning around the corner we'd just come from. "Ah, ha!" His newly repaired voice carried down the hall. "There you are! Ironhide, I've located bovine number '2'. Let me know if you spot number '3'. Ratchet already has '4' with him. Bumblebee out."

There was a rather high pitched 'Moo!', a slick 'Splat', and a metallic groan.

Turning to Mikaela, I covered my mouth even as we both broke out into fresh peals of laughter. We rushed off down the hall and into the breaksfast room before anyone could say anything further. Breakfast was chaos. Soldiers were laughing, and rumor had it Sunny and Sides were behind the cows being set lose. We were more or less ordered to remain where ever we were, until cow number '3' was located, and despite our situation, we couldn't help but laugh harder.

Then Optimus came strolling into the room, looking honestly annoyed. "Has anyone seen Sunstreaker and Sideswipe?"

Mikaela raised an eyebrow. "You don't honestly expect them to stick around, do you? They probably took to the hills...after making their mooove." She began laughing at the confused look on Optimus' face, her entire body shaking.

Even other soldiers began to laugh.

"It was a rather clever mooove." I added in, snickering as Optimus regarded us in clear confusion, and maybe a hint of worry. "But now I have this nagging thirst for milk. Join me?" I bit my lip, even as several people almost doubled over with laughter.

"Milk." Mikaela nodded, giggling away. "It does a body good."

Three soldiers in the back suddenly exchanged looks, a whisper, and stood up straight. "Drink milk, love life-" They all keeled over laughing before they could even finish singing.

"Is everyone alright?" Optimus crouched down.

"We're great!" Mikaela was wiping tears off her face. "Tell me you're not still looking for cow number '3'." When Optmus sighed and shook his head with a muttered Cybertronian curse, or so I guessed, she gasped, and covered her mouth. "You...haven't figured...out the...?" Looking to me, I could see her trying not to laugh at poor Optimus' naivety.

"Optimus, there is no cow number '3'."

"Udderly ridiculous, I know." Mikaela's expression was serious. For about two point four seconds. Then she cracked up giggling, again.

"I do not understand. Does '3' not come after '2' but before '4'? We found three cows-"

I raised a hand, effectively silencing the big leader. A year ago, I might have been worried about offending him with that, but we knew each other well enough by now to know not to take it personally. "There 'is no' number '3'." I repeated, looking into Optimus' large, electric blue optics. "Google 'cows'-" I nudged Mikaela with a look, when she snorted at an obviously perverted thought. "And 'pranks'."

His optics dimmed a moment.

"You know what?" Mikaela looked at me a moment. "If the twins ever go cow-tipping, I'm so there!"

I laughed, and so did she. Many of the soldiers agreed with her, that watching giant alien robots going cow-tipping would be hilarious. Epps, even made a note to bring it up with the twins, later, after they got out of whatever punishment Optimus was sure to have in store.

His optics onlined again, and Optimus let out a very human-like groan. "We've been searching the entire base, for a cow that does not exist?"

"Unless it's Bessy, the friendly ghost-cow." I heard Mikaela mutter under her breath, and my breath hitched as I tried not to laugh. "Yes, Optimus." She smiled, amusement dancing in her eyes. "I think you can call off the troops now, no more worry about getting trampled."

He nodded before shaking his head and standing up. He was silent a moment before he looked down at us. "You may all resume your normal daily activities now." With a nod in departure, he turned and left the room, no doubt to track down the twin terrors and give them trouble.

Turning to Mikaela, I smirked. "Good mooove."

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Note : I keep forgetting to put the next title's chapter in...

Chapter 6 - Prowl, You've Got Mail.

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