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Note : Requested by Dragonrider2203.
Starfire201 - Oh, probably. Revenge seems to be plentiful around here. LOL
Topkicker26 - I'll say. Good thing he wasn't pissed. XD
Wolf Mystic - I never even thought of that. Walk into a pool, pretending to be blind. Heh, either way he got his aft kicked.
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(Normal POV)
"Primus, I'm bored!" Skids sat hunched in a corner his optics staring a hole in the cement floor in front of him. "There's gotta be somethin' to do." He looked up and locked optics on his brother. "What'cha say, bro?"
Mudflap's head shot up from where he had been staring at the floor, listlessly. "Well? What's there ta do? Most'a the bots're gone on a mission, and the humans just can't take jokes."
"I know." Skids snickered a little. "I saw the video of Mikaela Banes' pranks on her husband, Sam. He's still tryin' to think of a revenge." He sighed and looked back down. "But that doesn't help us with the boredom."
"We need a prank."
"And a victim."
They both seemed lost in thought for a long moment, staring at the pale grey of the cement floor before them, in the empty hangar. Skids trailed his fingers over the rough cement floor, until the sound of a door opening caught his attention. He turned to the right and saw a far corner door opening, his optics narrowing when he saw a door on the opposite wall also tried to open at the same time, causing both doors to catch and a small moment of struggle before the people on the other sides realized what was going on.
Huh... Something about the scene before him sparked a faint idea, but he still didn't know what to do with it.
"So Ironhide took the spare room across from the femmes' room?" Jolt walked by, his attention fixed on the silver bot across from him.
Jazz nodded. "Yeah. Afta Ratch's lil run in wit tha femmes, and tha oil thing-" He snickered. "'Hide felt insecure about bein' so far from tha gals. He moved directly inta tha room across from them."
Feeling his optics narrow, Skids watched as the mechs left before turning to his brother, who was eyeing him suspiciously. "I got an idea." Jumping up, he walked over and practically hauled Mudflap to his feet, before dragging him off and explaining his plan.
It was about ten minutes later that they halted, realizing there was one fault with their plan.
"Which way do their doors open?" Mudflap scratched his head with a frown.
The one thing they knew about that hall was that it was more old fashioned. They didn't have the sliding doors there, because of technology limitations.
That was a good thing. The idea they had wouldn't work on sliding doors. They had to have knobs and be opened the old fashioned way. Skids even snuck to one of the military trucks and rummaged through the bed of the truck before grabbing a large coil of rope.
"We'll just have to check." Mudflap began leading the way.
In no time they reached the hall where the femmes and Ironhide were staying. A quick check over the internal comms told them both the femmes and Ironhide were in their rooms, and upon closer inspection, the twins exchanged a smirk when they realized both doors opened inwards.
As silently as they could, they crept into the hall and each took an end of the rope, tying it securely to each door knob and making sure there was no slack in between. Then they crept back and paused again.
"We need a believable reason to get them, to open the doors." Skids frowned a little. "Hm... Decepticon attack might work." He winced and glared at his brother, as a sharp pain shot down his head. "Hey!
"Only if ya wanna be the one 'Hide uses for target practice." Mudflap shot back. "An' the others when they find out the attack wasn't real."
Skids winced and shook his head. "Ok, you think you're so smart? Lets see you come up with an idea."
Mudflap seemed to think about it a moment. Then he smirked. He seemed to tinker with something around his throat a moment. Clearing his throat, he smirked even bigger as he opened his mouth. 'Ironhide? Chromia?' Optimus Prime's voice issued forth, almost the exact same tone and volume. 'If you two are in your rooms, I need your assistance with something.' Tinkering with his throat again, Mudflap winced then smirked as he and his brother quickly hid around the corner.
"Ok, I gotta admit, that was good." Skids muttered reluctantly.
Inside the femmes' room, Chromia looked up from her berth, where she was reclined, reading up whatever she could find on combat movements and strategies on the Worldwide Web. Optimus? She felt her optics narrow as she slowly got up. She walked over to her door and grasped the knob.
In Ironhide's room, he frowned and hopped up from his berth, quickly walking over to the door. 'On my way, sir.' He grasped the knob and turned it, before pulling the door open.
Unfortunately, as the twins had planned, they reacted at the same time and both tried to open the door, causing the rope to snap even more taut than it had been. Both doors froze, unable to be opened, and causing both Chromia and Ironhide to pause in confusion.
"Did ya set up the cameras?" Skids turned to Mudflap and nodded at his question. "The security cameras are recording?" Another nod. "Sweet!"
They snickered and stood out of the way as the veritable tug-of-war on the doors began.
"Glitches! What the frag?!" Ironhide grabbed the door knob in both hands and began furiously pulling on it, unaware that his sparkmate was across the hall, balancing her feet on the door and pulling with all her might.
"You son-of-a-" She growled and pulled harder. "Open already!"
Ironhide was about two seconds from doing the same and balancing his feet on the door, when the knob shot off with a pop, sending him tumbling head over heels across the room, coming to a hault with a pained groan, in a sitting position against the far wall.
As the rope snapped lose, Chromia yelped as she had pulled at the exact same time and ended up flying across the room.
Both mech and femme slowly shook out of their daze, looking at the knobs in their hands before getting up, hooking a finger in the door and pulling. Because the door knobs had come apart, the ends with the rope attached simply fell off, landing with a clatter in the hall, and sending the twins scattering.
The doors opened at the same time, and both Chromia and Ironhide froze a moment, staring at each other across the hall. "Uh, did you just..." Chromia's optics dropped to the floor. "Oh, I guess so."
Following her gaze, Ironhide's optics narrowed. 'Optimus, did you need us for anything important?' He sent the message out via public internal links, to make sure Optimus heard him.
There was silence a moment before the reply. 'I'm quite alright old friend. Why?'
'You didn't just call Chromia and I?'
'No.' The tone turned curious.
'Alright. Just...making sure. Ironhide out.' Ironhide's optics narrowed even more as he turned his gaze to Chromia. "Wasn't Optimus."
She nodded, her optics flashing dangerously. "So we just need to find out who it was." Bending down, she picked up the rope and began down the hall, more than aware that Ironhide was following her.
As they went, neither took notice of the Chevy Beat and Trax beating a hasty retreat from the base in a cloud of dust.
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