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Note : A random review reply mention of 'ducking when arms are raised' basically had me thinking the deoderant commercial, and giggling at the image.
Thank you everyone for sticking with me. This is the final update for now.
(Mikeala's POV)
"Have you noticed...Prowl's been acting strange?" I tilted my head a little and turned to Sam, who raised an eyebrow back. "Well, the last few pranks he didn't glitch out, though he did come close. One he actually took pictures of, and entered them in a betting pool..."
Sam snickered a little. "Yeah, that was weird, but funny. I still wanna know how Ironhide figured out it was Prowl."
"Ironhide found who created the pool, got the list of names, and eliminated them one by one, with his cannons." Realizing what I'd just said, I paused in the middle of the hall. "Well, not literally. He just questioned them and they didn't dare lie. The only one left by process of elimination was Prowl."
"And he owned up to it?"
"If there's one thing he's not, it's a coward."
"Or smart." Sam cringed when I shot him a look. "Well it's true. Think of it, those were pictures of Ironhide with his lips fastened on Prime's ass." He abruptly began snickering. "I mean..." He chuckled a little more. "At least one of them's gonna be out for revenge."
Frowning slightly, I felt my lips tremble and raised an eyebrow. "Uh, actually..." Pulling Sam aside, I looked around carefully. "I passed by Optimus' office earlier, and overheard him talking to Ironhide." Blinking a moment, I leaned against the wall. "They're negotiating a temporary truce to the prank war in order to get him back for it."
"You mean they're working together??" Now Sam looked worried. "Oh man."
"Yeah, considering everything that's been going on, I'm kinda planning to try and be off base when that happens." I admitted, feeling my cheeks warm. It was a bit embarrasssing I was running from a prank, considering all I'd pulled and witnessed already, but when it came to those two... One of them on their own could pull quite the prank, but the two of them together?
Pursing his lips, Sam nodded and together we entered the main hangar. "What about an impromptu camping trip with Bee?"
I smiled at the little scout who looked over at the sound of his name. His little antennai perked right up when he spotted us, and his door wings stood almost straight up as he walked over, bouncing back and forth with his every step. "Sounds good to me. Hey, Bee." I waved at him, before climbing onto his palm, while Sam crawled onto his wrist.
"So Bee, what do you think? Wanna go camping?"
An excited nod was Sam's answer as Bee warbled slightly.
"Good. We'll be heading off whenever Prime and Ironhide intend to pull their prank." I watched as Bee's head shot to me, and his optics widened in alarm and excitement. "Yeah, they're working together to prank someone." Giving Sam a 'shut it' look, I purposely kept the name to myself, as I wanted to hear all about whatever they'd undoubtedly do later.
"Oh boy." The sound clip was unfamiliar, and I giggled as Bee rolled his optics, carrying us outside. On the way, we passed Ironhide as he entered the room, and Bee began playing kissing sounds, before letting out a sound clip of a long fart.
I nearly fell off his hand laughing, as Ironhide snarled at him. I even had to hold onto Sam to keep him from falling over as we passed, and I could make out the laughter from the other side of the room, where Sunny and Sides were doubled over.
"Har. Har. Har"
Another farting sound clip met him as Bee quickly walked out of the room, only to pause and wince as he almost ran into Prime, who didn't look too pleased himself. Still, with a mock innocent whistle, Bee stepped around him and kept walking, keeping up the whistling until he got a good distance away. Then, with a wink to us, he played very loud kissing sounds, and the longest, nastiest fart clip he could find.
I fell off his hand laughing, luckily only to be caught again. I watched as Will and Epps fell over laughing near a C17 some distance away, and even Prowl smirked as he headed towards the main hangar. Optimus froze, on the other hand, turned, and began walking towards us with a blank look on his face.
With an adorable squeak, Bee clutched us to him and took off, leaving a lot of people laughing at the reminder of the prank.
(That Night, Normal POV)
Optimus exchanged a look with Ironhide as they stopped outside a room. "We'll find a way to get Ratchet back later?"
"Agreed." Ironhide's cannons whirled before they disappeared again, and he smirked lowly. Tapping a code into the door, he waited as it dwung open, and then walked in, Prime right behind him.
'Keep the rest of the conversation internal. We don't want to risk anyone overhearing us.' Walking over, Optimus slowly tilted the head of the sleeping mech, before plucking two wires out, before relaxing. 'Who would have thought he'd take pictures?'
'Or post them on the base internet?' Ironhide added, a small amount of awe, overshadowed by worry in his tones. He walked forward, pulling some tubing a oxygen tanks from his shoulder and back. 'Either way, let's get to work.'
'Right.' Optics narrowed a little as Optimus shook his head and lifted the unconscious mech's arms over his head. 'Once again, I must admit I fin your fascination with human 'commercials' completely confusing.'
The weapons sepcialist shrugged as he opened up a plating under one arm and began working. After a second, Optimus joined him on the other side. They slowly began working the thin tubes into the intricate workings on the mech body below them, and then attached one end to the oxygen tanks, which were shoved into spare holding tanks. The sensors were then messed with, so he'd never know about the alterations.
Once they were done, they exchanged a look, and Ironhide gathered up the materials. As he walked out of the room, Optimus carefully reattached the wires and snuck out after him. Then, they transformed and took off down the hall.
(Next Day)
Prowl growled lowly, his door wings trembling in irritation as he walked along. He passed several humans, careful to step over them and not on them as he went, and growling at one who tried to stop him for a talk. "Not. Now." I'm gonna slag them. I'm gonna find out who did this and blast them a new aft.
As he entered the main hangar, he walked towards the center of the room, and paused, looking around. Bumblebee wouldn't dare do this... The twins... They are a possibility. Something clicked in his processor. But they were out with Jazz and Jolt, running rounds through Diego Garcia, making sure we were secure. His optics narrowed as he looked around. Ratchet... While he was a possibility, it was highly unlikely.
Then he caught Optimus' optics darting in his direction and filled with satisfaction. He blinked a moment, his processors taking in the fact that Optimus was obviously involved. He...pranked me? Optics narrowed warningly. Wouldn't be the first time. He then caught Ironhide trying to hide a snicker, and hummed to himself. So this was what Mikeala meant, when I overheard her talking to Sam about the two getting together to prank someone.
With a low snarl, he started forward, only to be stopped by Sideswipe.
"Hey Prowl, have you seen Bumblebee? The fragger scratched my paint job earlier, and promised to fix it, then ran off." Optics flashed as he looked around.
And people say he isn't as bad as his brother. Frowning slightly, Prowl spotted Bumblebee half hiding behind a C17 across the hangar, and gestured with his head towards it. "Over there."
"Huh?" Sides hadn't been watching, and spun back around at the second in command's voice. "Where?"
He gestured again, with his head, glaring at Optimus, who seemed to be chuckling quietly. "Over there."
Sides looked in the general direction and frowned. "Uh, I don't see him. Why don't you just point him out?"
Raising an optic ridge Prowl sighed and growled a little, before lifting his arm and pointing. Then he frowned and glared as Sides, with a loud yelp, was blasted across the room by the pressure of the water cannon that began shooting from his underarm.
"Hey!" Sideswipe choked as he rolled across the hangar. Luckily, there were no humans in the room, as the silver and black mech tumbled head over heels across the room, past the C17, and right next to Bumblebee. Choking a little more, he wiped his face, glared as Prowl lowered his arm, and then turned to Bee, who was almost doubled over in laughter. "Oh." He turned back to Prowl and raised a hand. "Thanks! You could have just told me, you know!" With a snicker, he got up, and looked down. "Oh, hey, my paint job's nice and shiny. Huh."
A loud chorus of laughter echoed through the room, as Prowl turned and glared at Optimus, who was leaning against Ironhide, both laughing their afts off.
"You." His tone was low and deadly as he walked over. He stopped in front of them and raised a hand to point at them, freezing and groaning when Ratchet took a blast to the face, and was sent sputtering backwards.
"Something wrong, Prowl?" Ironhide snickered lowly.
Prime laughed a little more, before shaking his head. "I believe they call that...." His optics went dim as he searched. "B.O."
Ratchet raised an optic ridge as he wiped off his face, and stepped backwards. "Ever heard of deoderant, Prowl?" Even he was getting into the prank, a slight smirk crossing his features.
Sunny joined his brother as they approached Prowl, and they stood on either side of him, laughing and shaking their heads. "Let me guess..." He looked to the other mechs, before his smirk grew. "They found out about the betting pool and your picture."
And who led them to me? Optics narrowing slowly, Prowl hid the urge to smirk as he quickly raised both arms. He watched, in amusement, as Sideswipe at least knew enough this time to duck back, out of the way. Unfortunately, Sunstreaker wasn't as lucky and got a face full of water, blasted across the hangar with the force. As he slowly lowered his arms, he turned and shot Sides a look, as the twin went over to the yellow 'Vette.
"Ahhhh! My paint!" Sunstreaker slowly stood up and glared over at Prowl, oil dripping from his body and pooling below him. He growled and took a step forward, only for his wheeled feet to spin and lost traction. He fell over backwards, grabbing Sides' arm and dragging him with him. "Frag!"
"Sunny!"
"Don't call me that!!"
Watching them struggle to get out of the large puddle of oil from the burst canisters Sunstreaker had landed on, Prowl slowly turned back to Ironhide and Prime, both of which were in the process of sneaking away. Locking optics with them, he watched as they exchanged a look and transformed, taking off at the speed of light. Then he sighed and turned to Ratchet, who was shaking his head and muttering about needing a brig.
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