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(Bumblebee's POV)
'I'm bored!' I groaned internally, sagging down on my haunches just a little bit. Carefully making sure no humans were paying attention, I rolled back an inch on my tires, uncomfortable in the guise I was currently hiding in.
The car in front of me shifted a little as well, the black and white gleaming in the sun. The lights atop the hood flashed briefly, catching the attention of two humans walking by, but they continued on when they saw the young man inside, seemingly fiddling with something. 'Me too, kid. We got nothin' betta ta do, though. We got our orders.' He sighed a little.
Frowning, I mentally groaned about how hot such a paint job was. I wondered how Prowl and Barricade handled the heat in this part of the world, dressed in thick metal armors of pure black, or dark blue. Even the white parts seemed to draw the sun more. I missed the light yellow of my normal armor. The lights atop my own hood were also uncomfortable, despite their importance.
I heard Jazz shifting again. 'Can't get used to the form, either?' I asked, feeling a little more relieved to know that even a more experienced officer was having trouble. At least I knew I wasn't the only one.
'How can they handle tha heat?!' The saboteur shifted a little again, stilling immediately when a curious child looked over. 'Go back ta mommy, kiddo.' He murmured quietly, breathing a sigh of relief when the child did so.
Smirking to myself, I began to sift through the radio stations, playing some good dance tunes over our private link now and then, in order to at least ease some of the tension. Once or twice, we even got so into it, we bounced on our axels along to the music, when no humans were looking, of course.
We had been assigned watch duty over Tranquility. It was more a duty to get us off the base and away from Sunstreaker and Sideswipe than anything. I knew they were rubbing off on us in a bad way, but I couldn't help that their pranks were fun and filled our empty hours.
Jazz and I were to stay in human holoform, luckily clothed, all day, looking for trouble makers. Apparently it was meant both as an assignment and as punishment for laughing at Prowl when the twins had messed with his holoform.
Which totally isn't fair! I thought with a mental pout. It's not like we had anything to do with it!
'Man, I'm bored!'
Googling something, I laughed a little. 'I think we've deja'd this vu before.' I quoted off a site online. I had to admit, humans were quirky and could be a lot of fun. Both Jazz and I loved being around them and learning about them, despite their nervous, violent tendencies, at times.
Laughing a little, Jazz bounced on his axels slightly before his human holoform hopped out of the seat of his car. 'I need ta stretch ma legs.'
I did the same. As cramping as it could be, staying in the same position for hours, it was a slight relief to stretch at least a little. I adjusted the policemen's hat and badge on the blue shirt I wore and walked over to Jazz. "I don't see why we can't go back. There's nothing going on."
Jazz shrugged. "'Cause ya know how it works. We leave an' then the 'Cons attack." He raised an eyebrow. "I believe the humans say... A watched pot never boils.'"
"Which makes no sense." I frowned. "A pot will boil if the heat is on, regardless of if it's watched or not." Sometimes human sayings mean little to me. They seemed to conradict themselves. I tried to theorize a few of their strange sayings with Prowl, and then endured a two hour lecture for offlining the poor 'bot when his processors couldn't make sense of them, either.
"Eitha way, we got nothing ta do, and lotsa time ta do it."
Suddenly, an idea hit me. I had recently taken to watching a show called 'Just for Laughs: Gags' where humans played pranks on each other. There was one I really loved, and we were currently, incidentally totally set up for it. "Wanna have some fun?" I sent the video in a data burst and watched as his eyes dimmed a moment, before a positively evil smile crossed his features. "I'll get the 'crime scene' tape."
As part of our undercover, we were required to carry certain policeman tools. Crime Scene tape was one of them.
Rushing around to the dark blue tail end of my disguised form, I dug out a roll of tape, and by the time I'd returned to the sidewalk, Jazz already held a large piece of chalk. "Ok, you lay down in a funky pose, and I'll trace you." I took the chalk and Jazz laid down. At this time, only one or two people passed by, and they gave us odd looks, but said nothing.
Jazz laid down and spread eagle. I quickly traced him, careful to remain fully 'human' as I did so. Once I was done, he carefully shifted out of the spot and got up. He grabbed the tape silently and began to tape off a large area.
Meanwhile, I formed a holographic stereo in my passenger seat before opening the door, and began searching the music database of the planet for the perfect song. It didn't take me long to find it, and I leaned against the car patiently as I masked my face to look bored and grim.
Jaz had taped off a large square, but held the end of the tape by the brick wall of a store with a frown. I could feel his amusement, but we were masters at hiding out expressions in these forms. He stood there, looking patient but not happy, until a young woman happened to try to pass around the tape.
"Miss!" He called, waving her over. "I apologize for this, but I was wondering if you could hold this for me?" He put on a charming smile. 'Thank Primus I thought to chose an 'attractive' body. Bee, make yourself appear busy, or she won't buy it.'
I formed a note pad in my hands, as well as a pen and began to appear as though I was writing. I saw the young lady glance back at me, as Jazz had predicted, but when she saw me writing, she turned back, nodded and took the tape, holding it against the wall.
Jazz walked around the outside of the taped off area, and seemed to be examining something. 'Now.'
I switched on he stereo mentally, and bit back a grin as a song typically used for a game of limbo began to play. Jazz stiffened up theatrically and began to dance around, as if he couldn't resist. Looking up, I could see that he wasn't even trying to look good, just being goofy. He slowly began towards the tape, hopping a little with his steps an as he got to the tape, he leaned over backwards, limboing under it.
The girl holding the tape stared at him in confused shock. Her eyes were wide and her jaw was hanging a little loosely as Jazz continued to dance around inside the tape.
Then it was my turn.
I put the notepad away and walked over, appearing all business like. Then I paused theatrically and began to dance around. By this point, a few people had stopped and were laughing as I proceeded to limbo under the police tape. Some were even taking video and pictures. The poor girl holding the tape appeared to be laughing so hard, she needed to lean against the wall to keep from laughing.
I then danced around with Jazz, struggling not to laugh when he hooked his arm with mine, and we limboed back under the tape together, the way we'd come.
Once we were done, I mentally shut off the stereo, saving a recorded copy of our little game and bowing to our audience, informing them that was all. Then we waited about an hour for everyone to dispurse. Then we repeated the performance, this time bidding some of our audience members to join us, until we had an all out limboing party going.
'Prowl to Jazz and Bumblebee, report.'
'There's nothin' ta report, boss man. Nothin' excitin' happened all day.' Jazz was smirking as he limboed with a young woman on each side. 'Just a whole lotta nothing.'
'Right. That's why there's 'Youtube' footage of the two of you limboing down the sidewalk?'
I would have froze, except I was half under the tape myself, with a cute little brunette girl, who actually fell over laughing at her attempt. I made it to the other side, helped her up, and turned to Jazz. "It's getting late. We'd better get back, before the boss finds us goofing off." Too late, but... I hated to be the one to end the game, but we didn't want the humans to wonder why we'd suddenly gone all serious, or started staring off into space.
Prowl cycled his vents over the line. 'No harm this time, but next time stay alert. You are incredibly lucky there were no Decepticons around. Return to base, Prowl out.'
We were disappointed the game was over, but hesitantly we began to disperse the crowd. We thanked our limbo partners, and then cleaned up the 'crime scene', putting everthing away. Or, at least, appearing to. We made sure no one was looking, then switched back to our true forms and formed our real holographic selves, driving back to the base.
When we got back, we weren't surprised to find out all the Autobots had already been informed about our little game. Optimus wasn't happy, but we could see the amusement in his eyes. Then Jazz had the perfect idea.
Grabbing some rope from one of the hangars, he roped off a large section of the base, while still making it that the humans could get around easily. Jazz called a few of the other Autobots, and we began a whole new limboing party.
Can you imagine the looks on the faces of the humans, when they saw Ironhide and Optimus actually limboing?
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