Disclaimer : I don't own it.

Note : Ok, so the title was probably misleading, but I hope you like it, anyways.

Wolf Mystic - I can just imagine the large mail box with legs running into Ratchet's leg. LOL!

Kali yugah - I'm sorry. I wouldn't know how to make a video, or if I even have the necessary programs. I would be honored if someone else wanted to make it, however. I really wish I could make a youtube vid, that would be freaking awesome! LOL.

Darklight8121 - Oh? I've never actually seen it. Huh, I didn't even think of that. LOL. I'd love to see Ironhide chasing down a squealing pig with his cannons out. LOL! And lmao! Maybe it was 'Express' or 'Air mail'? I can just see Prowl's expression, too.

Rubyswordmaster - LOL, I know. Can you just imagine what Prowl was seeing? A lifeless metal mailbox taking off with human legs, that seemed to appear out of nowhere? Sunny... I'm working on a chapter dealing with that, which was also a suggestion from a reviewer (although they'd suggested Sides).

Dragonwitch250 - LOL! Hm... I don't think they would, because they don't necessarily need to breathe, I think. Now, maybe if their dose of energon was tampered with, or something, but it would have to be a super strong, concentrated version of some sort of liquid laughing gas...

Jovianokamigirl - Well, it was more him trying to figure out the mailbox, which should have been lifeless, suddenly growing a pair of human legs and running off. Especially when Mikaela and the others assured him it wasn't a 'Con, and he could tell it wasn't an Autobot... That confusion, combined with the sudden shock, was what I imagined could cause him to go offline like that.

Elita One - LOL. I wouldn't mind tripping into my boss, if he was good-looking (and hopefully single). :P No, I can imagine. We have deadly streets with corners like that, here. Gotta love Just For Laughs, though, for being my motivator in some of these pranks.

KittenCeez - I know, and the things he offlines at... LOL

Note : Last update for the week because where I'm going, I don't have a good, solid internet connection. See you guys next week (I hope), and I hope you like this. :)

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(Normal POV)

"How have things been settling since the last attack?" Ratchet watched as Optimus cycled his vents. "Not good, I take it."

"Everyone has been on edge as of late, and the pranks haven't been helping things." Raising an optic ridge, Optimus turned down a hall, pausing as a couple of humans darted past, calling out a brief greeting. "Just last week Mikaela threatened to weld their afts together as they recharged, for painting Jazz bright pink, and gluing fuzzy boas to his fenders."

Ever since Mikaela helped Ratchet to repair Jazz after the Mission City battle, he'd insisted on becoming her guardian in repayment. For the most part they made an excellent team, except for the times tiny Mikaela seemed to act as guardian to Jazz, instead. Then again, most Autobots knew better than to get on the bad side of the fiesty human femme, who knew more about Autobot physiology than most Autobots. Especially when she carried around a blow torch or wrench.

Ratchet coughed suspiciously, though his optics danced with amusement. "Yes, I recall needing to remove the fuzzy boas, and having the twins assist me with the repainting." His optics darkened. "And waking up the next morning a dull grey color."

Jazz had returned to his normal glossy silver, but Ratchet had been painted a dull drab grey during his recharge.

It was Optimus' turn to suppress a laughter, lest he get another wrench upside the head. Perhaps a single downside to their new home was the nearly endless gags and pranks the Lamborghini twins could look up on the Worldwide Web.

"Maybe we should put into effect one of those...." Ratchet's eyes dimmed. "Parental controls on the internet, so they can't get anymore ideas."

Shaking his head, Optimus paused at another crossing, allowing more soldiers to walk by. "And if I know Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, they've already downloaded every prank they could find, and have already drawn up plans for each and every one of them." His tone was dry, and he waved to Mikaela and Sam as they followed Captain William Lennox down the hall.

The poor humans were more often than not caught in the attacks, and forced to undergo many interviews after.

"Oh, Primus!"

Optimus laughed a little as they finally reached the door to his office, and he swiped his hand over the controls. "Anyway, I have the data pad in here. I'd like you to take a look at some of the equipment requests the other Autobots have put in." He walked into his office and froze. "What the...??"

"I should have expected as much." Ratchet's optics shuttered and he slapped a hand over his forehead.

The room was bare, but for a few things off Optimus' desk, which were standing upright on the floor. Looking around, neither 'bot could see any sign of Optimus' desk or chair, or the gigantic filing cabinet the humans had only recently brought in for the massive leader.

Tapping his helmet, Optimus' optics narrowed. 'Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, where are my things?' His tone broked no room for games as he walked further into the room. Something about it didn't seem right, but he couldn't quite place what it was.

'Yo boss 'bot.' Sideswipe was the first to answer, sounding al too cheery. 'What'cha talking about? We didn't touch anything.'

Barely suppressing a growl, Optimus raised an optic ridge at Ratchet, who looked torn between laughing or being pissed. 'Where did you put my desk and chair?'

'We swear to you, we didn't take anything from your office!' This time it was Sunstreaker, who sounded surprisingly innocent.

If they didn't take anything from my office... Optimus watched as Ratchet rolled his optics, only they seemed to get stuck pointing towards the ceiling. He was about to check to see if the medibot was alright when a strange metallic grinding sounded. "Ratchet?" The massive leader turned off his internal communications network.

"Well, at least we know they were being honest." Ratchet's optics were still glued to the ceiling. His voice was strained and it sounded like he was trying to mask the tone, but Optimus could still pick up on the amusement in it.

Frowning, Optimus looked up.

Then he did a double take.

"Primus help us all." He groaned, slapping his hand over his optics. "And what do I do about this?"

Ratchet snickered a moment. "You could sit behind your desk, call the twins to your office and deal out punishment." The large shoulders of the massive 'bot were shaking horribly.

The idea actually amused Optimus, as he could picture it, too.

His desk and chair had apparently been moved to the ceiling, where they seemed to have been screwed in. The furniture, as well as the walls, had been reinforced with bits of Cybertronian metal harvested from the debris field left behind, after their planet had been destroyed. If he wanted to, he really could sit behind his desk, and act like nothing was wrong.

Then, getting a particularly nasty idea, Optimus' optics narrowed a little as he walked over. He turned himself to just the right angle, then with a firm grip on the desk, flipped upside down and placed himself behind his desk, sitting in the chair. He wrapped his legs around the legs of the chair to keep himself in position, and then proceeded to open a drawer, catching the data pad before it could hit the floor.

Ratchet stared in bewilderment, trying not to laugh at the utterly absurd image before him. Then Prime did the unthinkable.

Tapping his helmet, he smirked at Ratchet. "Stay nearby." He advised. "Optimus to Prowl."

Blue optics opened wide, and Ratchet covered his mouth. His primary coding of 'do no harm' was screaming at him to interfere, but he could see far too many amusing points to allowing his leader to continue with the plan. The first being, Prowl's obvious reaction, then his punishment when he got over it. Huh, who said Optimus Prime didn't have a sense of humor?

"Please come to my office right away. I have a matter to discuss with you. Prime out." He acted like sitting upside down was no big deal with him, as he seemed to look through whatever was on he data pad.

Meanwhile, Ratchet was pacing a little, nervously, still torn between ending the prank before it could begin, or letting it happen.

The choice was made for him when there was a buzz at the door, and both Wheeljack and Prowl walked in, Wheeljack carrying Epps on his shoulder.

They froze upon entering the room, looking around a moment. When they caught sight of Ratchet in the room, appearing to be the only one in the room, they frowned in confusion. Then Ratchet pointed right at Prime, they both looked, and their jaws dropped.

Wheeljack began laughing hard, clutching his sides from the force, and trying to breathe. He took in his upside down leader, sitting casually at his desk, and literally doubled over laughing, causing Epps to scoot back to avoid falling off. "The...twins...?" Epps looked a little stunned for a moment, then he began to laugh so hard, Wheeljack had to hold on to him to keep him from taking a nose dive to the ground.

Ratchet joined in their laughter, and nodded.

"I was hoping Prowl could think up a suitable punishment for this." Optimus somehow kept his face straight, even though he was staring at Prowl, who's head was smoking. "Prowl?" He made to move, but his hold slipped on the chair, and the next thing everyone knew, the entire base was shaking as Optimus landed on his face.

"Oh my God! The sky's falling! The sky's falling!" Epps screamed, laughing even harder, but somehow managing to look worried at the same time. Obviously he was joking, even as he made a general reference to Chicken Little.

Wheeljack frowned in confusion, and wiped energon tears from his optics. "No, that was just Optimus."

Everyone began to laugh again.

Suddenly, there was a loud pop, and fizzle, and Prowl jerked before falling over backwards.

Everyone's laughter grew in hysteria, even as Optimus slowly got up, holding his forehead and rubbing his nose. When he saw everyone, he couldn't help but join in, even as Ratchet shot him a dark look and smacked Prowl on the back of his head, after tinkering with something in his helmet, of course.

With another jerk, Prowl's optics lit back up and he slowly got to his feet, shaking his head. "Glitching twins." He muttered, rubbing his head and taking in Optimus, who was standing before him, looking amused.

Bending down, Optimus grabbed the data pad that had been sitting on the floor, and with a chuckle, handed it to Ratchet.

"This is what you wanted me to see?" Ratchet access the information, and his optics widened. "Optimus!" The tone of his voice had everyone staring at him in shock. The medibot sounded both scandalized, and horrified. "What's the meaning of this?!"

Taking back the data pad, Optimus took one look at what was on it, and his jaw dropped. "Primus! This was not my doing!" He insisted, his cooling jets turning on in a hurry, as he did the Autobot version of blushing, and practically tossed the pad at Prowl. "You might want to add this to the list of offences for the twins." The massive leader stepped back.

Wheeljack looked over Prowl's shoulder, and just managed to snatch up the pad before there was another loud pop, and the security officer collapsed again. "Huh. How'd they manage to sneak out Cybertronian porn?" The scientist murmured to himself. "And I only came along because I wanted to ask permission to go for a drive. This is so much better!"

No one seemed to notice the decidedly green, horrified look on Epps' face, as he saw first hand what was on the data pad.

Well, I think I just learned everything I didn't wanna know about Cybertronian mating rituals. He thought, trying to look away. "Oh my God, my eyes!"

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Coming Up Next :

Prowl, Ratchet and Ironhide star in... Chapter 8 - Revenge of the Fallen.

Hope you like it.

R+R please.

Thank you.

Tenshi