Bonus chapter for the Little Rascals Woohoo. There might be more up coming chapters. Depends on my muse or if people put in requests for the two youngling mechs. So I'll just leave my options open for some random one shots. Hope you enjoy this scene and I thank those who responded to the first chapter.


Two journs had passed now. Prowl and Jazz were beginning to wonder if Ironhide was ever going to do the weapons inventory with them. When the third journ had passed, Prowl and Jazz both took it upon themselves to confront the weapon's specialist.

"Are you sure he's in his quarters?" Jazz asked as Prowl tried to reach up and press the door chime.

"It's too early for Hide to be up. Plus he was drinking last night. He always recharges up to just before his shift starts when he drinks," Prowl answered, stretching as far as he could. Even on his tippy toes the door chime was still just out of his reach.

"How do you know that?"

"I over heard Magnus talking to Optimus about it the other day. Slag, help me up, I can't reach it."

"It sucks being so small," Jazz grumbled, wrapping his arms around Prowl's waist and lifted.

"We're younglings. We're supposed to be small. Got it."

Jazz lowered his friend back to the ground and both stood there waiting for the door to open. And they waited some more. So Jazz helped Prowl up again to ring the door chime. The doors still didn't open.

"Maybe we should just go in and wake him up," Jazz suggested.

"It's locked."

"Not a problem, lift me up," Jazz smirked.

Prowl lifted his friend up much like Jazz had done only moments ago. It took a few clicks but the door finally opened.

"Do I want to know how you did that?" Prowl asked.

"Maybe not, then I might have to terminate ya," Jazz teased as they walked in.

"Pfft, it'd never happen because I'd outrank you," Prowl smirked and then gasped. "Primus, this place is a mess!"

"It's not so bad," Jazz said, looking at all the data pats scattered on the chairs, the weapons with their safeties activated on the couch and a few empty high grade containers on the floor.

"Of course you'd say that. You're room is just as messy. Worse actually."

"Sorry, I'm not anal about keep things in order."

"I'm not anal!"

"Well, you're fragging close! Everything has its place and it's all neat."

"So I can find something when I want it and not have to sift through rubbish to get it."

"My stuff's not rubbish!" Jazz shouted and punched Prowl in the arm.

"Ow! You fragger!" Prowl screamed back, retaliating.

"Slag head!"

The profanities escaladed along with their tempers as they wrestled, kicked and punched at each other. The ruckus got so loud that it finally pulled Ironhide out of his recharge. And when he emerged from his bedroom he saw Prowl and Jazz rolling across the floor with fists flying.

"HEY! STOP IT YOU TWO!" he shouted to no avail.

The pair was really going at it. Primus himself could walk into the room and they'd never notice. In fact, they were getting way out of hand. The growling sounded down right vicious.

Ironhide moved closer, waited for the right moment and then grabbed each little mech by the nape of their necks.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" he growled, shaking them slightly to get them to stop swinging and kicking at each other as they dangled before him.

Both younglings growled, glaring at each other.

"I said, that's enough! Primus almighty, what were you two fighting about this time?"

"He called my stuff rubbish!" Jazz spat.

"He called me anal!"

"Both of you put a socket in it, that's an order," Ironhide said. Satisfied they weren't going to go at it again, Ironhide set them on the floor and released his hold on them. "First of all, Jazz you're room is messier than mine and Prowl…well I'm not sure what anal is but you are way too organized for a youngling!"

"Well we wouldn't have been fighting if you'd done the weapon's inventory with us as ordered by Optimus!" Prowl pointed out, folding his arms across his chest.

"That's right and you promised we'd do it yesterday!" Jazz added.

"I did, didn't I," the big bot commented, scratching his chin. "I do apologize. I had intended to then got distracted by a femme."

Both youngling mechs blinked innocently up at him having no clue what he was really talking about.

"One day you'll both understand the power a femme can have over us mechs," Ironhide chuckled, rubbing them on their heads. "Ok, at midday meet me at weapon hanger 12. I'll inform Magnus to remind me so I don't get distracted this time. Ok?"

"Ok," the little mechs smiled happily.

"Good. Now get going. Go wreak havoc somewhere else."

"Yes, Sir!" Jazz saluted then grabbed Prowl's hand. "Come on. Let's go!"