Important Note: I have updated chapters 2-4, so if you look back you'll now see that I have changed some of the times around to make certain things work better later on in the story. The story now starts on a Sunday afternoon. Also I reposted the chapters instead of simply updating them to try and fix a glitch I've been having. Sorry for the inconveniences.

Enjoy!

Chapter 5 – Little Discussions and Itches

Tuesday morning 5:43 am…

As main systems began to switch on, he became aware of the warmth and softness around him. It felt good, comforting. Recharge shut down, telling the tiny body it had had enough resting time and all was ready to wake up. He took in a little vent as he cuddled into the warmth, enjoying it just one moment longer. Booting up programming sent a little stimulating sensation tickling through his circuits which made him feel happy. Still a bit groggy, as not all systems had fully kicked in yet, the yellow mech pushed himself up to a sitting position. With a long contented whirr he gave a yawn and stretched stubby arms, then sleepy blue optics looked around.

The first thing he noticed was another pair of blue orbs under an orange chevron peering in at him from above. The yellow gave a soft chirping bleep.

Y: *Hello*

It was answered with a little garble by the orange from the other side.

O: *Wake. Wait long.* Apparently, the orange one had been waiting for his friend to awake from recharge.

The yellow wiggled out from under his blanket, crawled to the end of his bed, and pulled himself up against the edge on wobbly legs. Curious optics took in his surroundings. A few feet away was the large berth where the big red and blue one who took care of them lay; unmoving and silent. The yellow helm tilted as his audials picked up the deep vents coming from the massive frame, each slow and steady. He wasn't awake yet.

The orange had joined him and Yellow pointed to the big one with a tiny digit and made a very soft buzz.

Y: *Resting*

The orange saw. A moment of watching and his own digit pointed over the edge of the bed toward the floor. A soft chirrup.

O: *Down* Then pointed to the open doorway. *Out*

Yellow looked over the edge, then back, unsure.

Y: *Far*

Orange stared in his judging way.

O: *No. Look*

He took hold of the edge and pulled himself up, struggling to get his leg over the high side. Yellow just watched.

Further down the line, two more little helms appeared over the edges, blinking sleepily. The closest was the blue femme next to the orange's bed. With a yawn she stretched and then pulled herself up, immediately noticing what was transpiring. Orange was nearly all the way out, just getting his one back tread over the edge. She looked across at the yellow with a clicking jabber.

B: *Go on? What?*

Yellow pointed towards the doorway.

Y: *Out*

Violet optics blinked. She looked over towards the berth.

B: *Big one?*

Y: *Resting*

The green one in the furthest bed came to the edge, but stayed quiet, only peering over to watch while hugging his clevis fastener which he had brought with him (he rarely parted from it). Orange had both treads over now with legs dangling on the outside. He then inched down until he was hanging onto the side as the others watched. The digits let go and he fell the short ways and landed on the floor with a little clunk, rolling into his back as he hit.

With a scowl at the noise, yellow bleeped twice, higher pitched.

Y: *Bad bad* Again he pointed to the big one. A soft buzz. *Resting*

The other just glared up in his usual way before crawling away. He paused to look back at the three helms hanging over beds' edges. He gave a clicking whirr.

O: *Come?*

Yellow peeked down at the floor. His friend had made it; why shouldn't he? Carefully he began pulling himself over the edge and was soon hanging like Orange had. He stayed that way a moment.

O: *Down. Down* Orange began to encourage with little chanting noises.

Yellow thumped to the floor as well and all wide optics turned to the big one, but there still wasn't a stir from the berth. Yellow crawled up to orange who happily waved to the doorway.

O: *Play! Come*

They both quickly disappeared from the room out into the hall. For a long while, Blue and Green sat in their beds. Boredom began to set in. The green finally gave a soft click.

G: *Go?*

The femme looked to the door, at the berth, back at the door; all while thinking of the fun the two disappeared ones were probably having. A click.

B: *Go*

…

After leaving, the two sparklings crawled down the hallway and entered the big main room. They immediately went to the tub that held their play things, but only after a few minutes of pulling nearly everything out, the orange one pushed his pile of gears aside with a huff.

O: *No fun*

The yellow one was also getting tired of stuffing rocks into the motorcycle muffler. He too dropped it. His blue optics wandered boredly around before they landed on the hallways. A little surge tickled through him. A little servo flapped in the general direction with an excited bleep.

Y: *There!*

Orange looked and blinked.

O: *Why?*

Yellow was already off and crawling.

Y: *Fun!*

As there was nothing interesting out here, the orange quickly followed. It was the storage hallway they went down and Orange stopped at an open doorway as something caught his attention. Yellow crawled on a ways before noticing his friend had stopped and he turned. Orange pointed.

O: *Here*

Yellow waved a servo in the direction of the room he'd been trying to reach for two days at the far end of the hall. It was simply farthest away, so that's why he wanted to go.

Y: *There*

The orange one scowled stubbornly with a huffy whirring garble.

O: *No. Here*

He crawled into the room. The yellow gave a sad whirr as he glanced longingly at the entrance of the big room, but he didn't want to explore on his own and quickly scooted after the other. They found themselves in a large room, massive to them with their small size. On one side were some lower shelves with various canisters and bottles of lubricants, chemicals, cleaners, and other miscellaneous liquids used for various purposes around the base. But that's not what held their interest at the moment. Both stopped just inside, wide optics ogling at the sight before them, a blue glow highlighting the small faceplate. Mounds of blue cubes were stacked to one side of the room – energon.

They looked at each other.

Y & O: *Eat!*

Both rushed forward.

…

Alerted systems snapped on at the loud clattering of steel. Optimus started a bit as he awoke from recharge as an energizing surge activated all resting systems and he quickly sat up. His internal chronometer read 6:20 am. His energy felt a bit higher, though still not as high as he wished. He hadn't gotten to recharge very early as he found Ratchet could be very stubborn about laying down for the night. The sparkling had kept him up with cries and whines and the Prime had quite a challenge just trying to keep him in his bed. After quite a game of "run and catch", Ratchet finally stayed put but with little arms folded and a deep scowl set in his faceplate. Optimus just stayed up until time won out and the sparkling naturally fell into recharge. Only after making sure all were settled did he finally allow himself to lie down.

Optimus's optics instantly went to the spot a few feet from his berth where the neat row of little beds sat. Only two out of four sparklings seemed present, and the remaining two were soon about to make it none. Arcee was on the floor already, sitting next to Bulkhead's bed looking up at the green mech making little coos and chirps as if trying to encourage. Bulkhead was straddling the edge of the crate, eyeing the distance of the impending drop. The clevis lay on the floor where he had apparently dropped it, the noise having been what awoke the Prime.

Large blue treads swung from the berth to set on the floor with a slight tremor. The femme heard and quickly turned with a squeak, looking like a little child who had just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Optimus quickly scooped up Bulkhead before he could tumble out, also taking up the femme.

"And where are you trying to get off to?"

The two cringed slightly at the soft reproach in the deep voice. Arcee whimpered with servos tucked under her chin, giving wide sad puppy-dog optics. Bulkhead was doing something similar (though not able to do it quite as adorable as the femme). Optimus gave a vent.

"It is all right. I will overlook the incident this time since there was no harm done and you are still learning. As am I. But you are not to do it again. Understand?" His optic brows twitched up slightly when his chest was attacked by little hugs as the sparklings cooed happily. It sent a feeling of warmth through the Prime's spark; but one that didn't have time to last long as he turned to the next problem at hand.

He looked around. "But now, where are the others?"

The Prime kept very little in his quarters, consisting mainly of the berth and a few crates that served as personal storage, furniture, and a desk with a few shelves on the walls that were mostly bare. It only took a quick sweep to see the two were not present. Suddenly from somewhere else, a clattering crash of something falling (actually a lot of things) echoed faintly through the halls. A sinking feeling hit the large mech as he could only imagine what that sound had been. Sparklings tucked securely in one arm, Optimus hurried out to the main room. Sill no sign. Another clattering, much closer this time, led him to the storage hall. He hadn't even entered yet, he couldn't even see them yet; but the evidence was clear this was the right place.

A mutter came from his throat vocals. "What in Primus…"

From the one doorway a large puddle of glowing blue was spread out into the hall, even leaking over into the room on the opposite side of the hall. Optimus rushed forward, treads splashing through the liquid, and looked inside. His optics widened incredulously, mouth open.

The energon stockpile had been raided, cubes knocked down from their neat pyramid shaped piles and overturned; dozens broken open and empty. And not just on the floor, but some were on top of the stacks, the escaped liquid covering and dripping down their sides. It almost looked as if a glowing blue pond filled the room. Nearly a quarter of their supply was puddled across the floor; between and around the stacks still standing. Mixed in with the spilled energon were splotches of darker blue muck, and a stench that the mech knew all too well reached his olfactory sensors. Apparently the two escapees had gorged heavily on their find, but with it not being the properly prepared formula, their tanks had rejected it as before – and more than once. Not only that, but the smell of various chemicals, cleaners, and who-knew-what also hung in the air. Opened bottles of said items were scattered around in the spilled energon, the low shelves they once occupied now bare. Their contents now mixed with the blue liquid.

Optimus took a step in, optics scanning for the culprits of the crime scene. He gave a small groan of disgust as a slimy spot of muck he hadn't seen squished under his tread. Arcee and Bulkhead looked around in innocent fascination from their scenic viewpoint. Tanks feeling a bit empty, Arcee flapped a servo at the tasty cubes.

"In a moment, Arcee," the Prime said as he gently pushed back the femme who was trying to wiggle out of his arm. "You will eat once we find–"

He nearly started by another rattling crash. It was followed by several more and led him to another room a few feet down the hall. As he approached he noticed the little prints tracked out of the blue puddle and straight to it. The Prime's wide shoulders nearly touched each side of the doorway as he stopped short in the entrance.

"Oh no…"

In the large room were some spaced shelves on every wall that reached nearly to the floor to the ceiling. On them were rows of stacked datapads; all the logs, medical records, and inventories the bots kept, along with records of archival data that they had been able to bring along with them from Cybertron. Optimus had been adamant they preserve these as they were nearly all they had left to remember their home by.

And scattered all across the floor were these datapads. Dozens on dozens lying about in chaotic jumble; and stamped on everything were little energon prints. They were literally everywhere, the floor, the datapads, the lower shelves, and even the lower walls; about anywhere a little servo could reach, there was a print. And it was here that Optimus spied the two culprits.

Ratchet was at the shelves, standing on tread tips on a small crate (which was the one the children used when fetching information for the bots) and was nearly done pulling down every datapad he could reach; which consisted of the bottom shelf and the one right above. He tossed two more to the floor, optics glimmering with a gleeful mischief as he heard them join the others with a loud clatter. His partner in crime sat in the middle of the room. The yellow sparkling was chirping happily as his servos playing clumsily over the screens of several datapads set around him. Files and words could be seen flicking on and off the displays as they followed the crazy commands of the little digits.

"Bumblebee! Ratchet!" It was both an interjection of relief at finding the sparklings unharmed, and a rebuke at how he found them.

Ratchet started and tumbled off the box, landing in quite a ruckus among datapads. He quickly sat up with the deepest scowl and gave a few of the most indignant bleeps and snapping jabbers yet. Bumblebee seemed innocently unaware of having done anything wrong. He gave a cheerful little bleep and waved a sticky blue servo at the large mech in "hello" as he came in. Both sparklings were coated in blue energon that was drying to their plating. They had apparently swam in it along with eating it, not like it could've helped with the literal lake they'd made.

"You two are coming with me right now," Optimus frowned.

He picked them up added the two to the collection. Arcee and Bulkhead looked none too pleased when they smelled the fumes of the chemicals that stuck to their little friends' energon crusted plating. Optimus took all four out to the main room and, as it was basically their feeding time, made up their bottles (having to wade into the energon puddle to get a cube then tried to shake as much off his treads as he could so not to track it even further). As the sparklings satisfied their tanks Optimus prepared something just out of sight just behind the platform. As soon as they'd set their bottles down with satisfied little vents, Arcee and Bulkhead made a beeline to their toy tub, ready for some playtime. Bumblebee and Ratchet were about to follow but were stopped by a large servo that suddenly appeared to block their way. Ratchet looked up with a whine.

"Not yet," came sternly.

Gently picking up each by the scruff of their back struts, Optimus carried them to where he had been quietly working. Ratchet gave a screech of objection when he saw the two tubs filled with soapy water waiting for them. The energon had already crusted to their plating and the chemicals that were mixed in needed to be washed off before they began to irritate the soft shells. Moments later, water was splashing everywhere as Ratchet struggled against the strong digits that held him in. Bumblebee sat quietly soaking in his, poking at the bubbles and squishing the sponge that had been given to occupy him.

Four bath times in only two days. To the Prime it seemed like he had given so many baths already, but at least he only had to do two this time instead of four. Only downside – Ratchet was one of them. He finally finished giving the white and orange sparkling a thorough scrubbing (inwardly impressed as how quickly he was able to do it now after so much practice), then dried him off and set him aside wrapped in a towel as he then went to work on Bumblebee. Ratchet's grumpiness faded a bit when he found how much fun a towel could be and amused himself with putting it over his head and playing a type of peek-a-boo with himself and even rolling around in it.

Once both sparklings were cleaned and properly dried, Optimus carried them over to the medical berth and set them on it, side by side. They looked up at the Prime who straightened with servos on slim hips, the chrome faceplate held a disapproving frown as he looked reprovingly down at them.

"You may be young, but I believe you are aware to a certain degree of what you are allowed to do and what you are not. And what you have done is wrong. And I believe you understand this. You have not only caused a great deal of extra work for myself when I need to be ascertaining on how to restore you, but have also wasted much of our energon. And what little we have is precious. As also are those datapads and we would be put through a great deal of unnecessary trouble should anything happen to them. And even though you may not understand the full weight of this, should any of the historical information they contain be destroyed, that is a piece of our history that is forever lost."

Ratchet's sour expression remained stubborn, though it was evident he knew enough to understand this was about their little feasting raid and messing up all the fun tablets. In complete contrast to his white and orange friend, little Bumblebee's optics turned slightly wounded, a bit hurt at the rebuke in the deep tone. He made a soft sad buzzing as his gaze fell away, clearly sorry for the trouble he was realizing he had caused.

Optimus knelt down so he could look them more in the optics. "I understand you are learning, and that you may not fully understand things. Mistakes will be made. But you will not learn from those mistakes should there not be consequences to your actions."

Picking them both up again he carried them over to something else he had also prepared in a corner of the room. Two larger open crates were placed side by side, nothing inside them except a soft blanket for some padding. Optimus placed a sparkling inside each.

"You are both to stay in here for a time with no play or company. This shall be your punishment for your mischief and will be for any further incidents as this." Though Optimus had no idea, he had just put the sparklings into what humans would call a "timeout".

Bumblebee sat in the middle of his crate, looking up as lubricant rimmed the sad optics. He began to sniffle with little whirring sobs. Ratchet on the other hand was crawling around, trying to climb up every side though he quickly found out they were too high. He began to whine loudly.

"I know it is unpleasant, but it is for your own good. I shall return in a while." With a last reproving look, the mech moved away. Behind he could hear Bumblebee's little buzzing whimpers and Ratchet's wails (which were growing louder every time). Optimus let out a small vent. He didn't like doing it, but if he was going to care for them properly, the little ones must learn what they did was wrong.

After taking care of the bath supplies and making sure Arcee and Bulkhead were well occupied, he got his rag blanket along with a wash tub and went to the storage hall. The large mech paused to stare long and dreading at the task before him.

With a sighing ex-vent, Optimus went to work mopping up the large mess; while down the hall, Ratchet's screams could be plainly heard.

And to think it was only Tuesday.

…

He knew he'd done wrong. He had known if from the moment he crawled out of his comfy warm bed. If he had just stayed he wouldn't now be sitting here with no toys, no friends, and no fun. He rubbed at his teary optics, curled in on himself in the corner. Unseen but very well heard, he could hear the scuffling and banging of the orange one beside him. Little servos striking the sides in a tantrum sounded again along with a sharp angry wail.

O: *OUT! OUT!*

This continued on for some time, becoming louder by the minute. The yellow pressed servos over his audios. It was bad enough to have to stay in here with no fun, but it was worse with all this racket. He bleeped.

Y: *Stop! Stop!*

The screaming paused on the other side, a huffing still heard though. A sharp chirping noise came from the other.

O: *No like!*

Yellow gave a sad buzz, rubbing an optic with a little fist. He itched at his plating.

Y: *Know. Littles do bad*

There was a loud scream again.

O: *NO! OUT! OUT!*

Y: * Must stay.* A long sad whirr. *Littles bad*

O: *Big one!* A loud bleep. *Bad!*

The yellow's helm came up in surprise. The big one had put them in here because they had been bad. Not because he was bad. The big one had always been gentle as long as they were good.

Y: *No. Littles* He sniffled. *Littles do bad*

O: *Big one put here! Big one bad!* The pounding of little fists started up again. *OUT! OUT!*

Yellow cringed through the lubricant tears at the annoying noise.

O: *Bad! Bad! Bad!*

The yellow squeezed his optics shut. He'd had about enough.

Y: *NO! YOU!* He suddenly bleeped angrily, little fists quivering. *Made Littles do bad! You bad!*

The scuffling from the other side stopped. Yellow just went back to his curled up position in the corner, letting a few tears fall in silence. There was a long moment of silence. Then, a small whirring bleep.

O: *Only want fun*

Yellow said nothing. Only stared sadly at the crate's side.

O: *Not want here*

Y: *Not want too*

Another long pause then a small chirp.

O: *Not mean bad*

Y: *Know*

Quiet. The orange apparently was thinking. Then a little beeps.

O: *Littles friends?*

Y: *Friends*

…

Optimus set the crate full of datapads down on the floor and stretched to his full height with a deep vent. After nearly four hours of being bent over or on servos and knee plates, his back struts were a bit stiff. It had been quite the job but it was finally done – well, nearly done.

The hall was the first to be cleaned as it was the easiest, but the storeroom had been a whole job in itself. The stacks of cubes had to be moved around multiple times in order to get all the energon leaked between them and each cube wiped off. The scent of spit-up and chemicals was so thick that Optimus actually paused venting more than once to spare his sensors of the fumes. During that time he found he couldn't keep a close optic on the Arcee and Bulkhead. He could see them from the hall but not while mopping up the storeroom. This slowed progress considerably as Optimus found himself continuously running out to check on them at any loud noise or quite lull (which the Prime found lulls to be more panicking then noise), or just when he became worried. After a while of this, he came up with an idea. He fetched one of the special cameras that Bumblebee sometimes used while on scouting missions to keep an eye on any routs an enemy could take to sneak up on him. The small box could be stuck to nearly any surface and the feed routed to any counsel or computerized mechanism. Optimus set it up on the corner of a wall, overlooking the entire bunker entrance where the sparklings played and streamed the live video onto a datapad. Now as he cleaned the spill all he had to do was look up to where he had propped up the datapad on a shelf to check in on things – which improved his speed considerably.

Nearly all the spill had been mopped up (having to empty the tub four times) when Optimus stopped to let Bumblebee and Ratchet out of their "time-out". Both had stopped their crying a while ago and were curled up in a dozing recharge state, Bumblebee waking with a scratch at his plating and a little bleep when the Prime's shadow fell over him. After a few stern but kind words of reminders, Optimus had let them go play with their friends.

The sparklings were ready for their next feeding when the mech finally called the storeroom finished. The "lake" of blue was scrubbed clean as was the residue on the cubes and walls, any surviving bottles of cleaners and chemicals had been put back on the shelves and the empties thrown out along with the broken cube casings, and a new inventory taken. After fixing up the formula for the bottles, Optimus sprayed himself off with the hose in back before the energon he had nearly been wading in could dry to his servos and leg plating. Arcee watched nearby in fascinated curiosity as she leisurely sucked down her lunch. After putting the sparklings down for a midmorning nap (and mounting a second camera in his berth room), Optimus then moved on to the data room. He first collected all the scattered datapads into a crate to be sorted out later. Optimus realized that nearly all of them were on; and every one that was had at least a dozen or so files scrambled around in their info banks. Little servos had been busy alright. Then everything in there also had to be scrubbed clean from energon that had been tracked in and smudged around. It didn't take as long but was still tedious nevertheless.

And now, it was a few minutes after twelve when Optimus emerged with the full crate of datapads. The mech gave a longing glance toward the main computer and the relic that still sat patiently waiting.

"It can wait a little longer," Optimus told himself aloud. "This task needs to be done first."

He set down on a crate nearby with his washed out rag in servo and began cleaning each datapad off one by one, wiping away little blue servo prints that covered each screen. Most of it was dried on and required a bit of vigorous rubbing to remove the smudges and it was one o'clock when he put the last datapad with the rest of the cleaned stack. But now came the longest part – putting their digital contents back in their original pre-sparkling encounter state. He'd only gone through about a quarter when little sleepy calls interrupted his concentration, and the video feed on his datapad showed the sparklings rousing from their recharge. Optimus brought them out, gave them their next feeding, emptied their waste chambers, and let them play as he went back to his task.

Some datapads were worse than others, but Optimus maneuvered through the scrambles with ease. His digits fell into an old familiar rhythm, swiping and tapping as everything began falling in place once more. He enjoyed watching things come together into a systematic order; probably a reason he had been good as a clerk. That along with the near limitless patience he was told to possess. It was almost relaxing in a way; reminding him of his old job all those years ago. He didn't realize until now just how much he actually missed those quiet days of sorting and filing. Some may have called it boring, but the young clerk had always enjoyed it.

Optimus felt a familiar bumping against his tread. He looked down to see the spot of yellow crawling up. Wondering if there was a problem, blue optics scanned the room. Arcee was playing with her rocks and Bulkhead had gone into one of his powernaps on the floor, curled up with his clevis fastener. Ratchet was playing with a blanket the Prime had let him have (after seeing how much fun he had had with the towel after his bath) and was using it like a sled to pull his pile of gears and the soccer ball around as he collected them all from the scattered machine parts. After his "time-out", the white and orange mech had been behaving rather well.

Bumblebee gave a buzzing whimper, which made the Prime look down at the sparkling sitting between his large blue treads, innocent optics begging. Little arms reached out, servos making grabbing motions. Nothing was wrong; all he wanted was some attention.

"Very well. You may join me if you wish, though you may find it rather dull."

Optimus put the sparkling in the crook of his left arm so he could still hold onto the datapad with that servo while working the screen with his right. Bumblebee did nothing to interfere, seeming very content to just sit there snuggled against the Prime's chest plates. He watched with intent fascination as he watched the large digits dance gracefully over the datapad display. Every once in a while he would point at it and look up at the mech with a bleep or chirp as if pointing out something he found intriguing. Each time, Optimus would pause to give the sparkling a little attention and a soft smile.

"You find it interesting, little one?"

*Bleep. Click. Chirp chirp. Whirrrrrbeep*

"I apologize for not understanding. I'm sure you're saying something of great importance, aren't you?" He rubbed a finger against the yellow helm, producing a purr.

Wide blue optics refocused on the screen, eager to watch more. As he did, Bumblebee scratched vigorously at the plating on an arm for a moment.

The action made the Prime frown slightly. He had noticed the yellow sparkling doing this more then once the past hour and it was beginning to bother him. Bumblebee had definitely not been doing it the day before. Though he didn't get more time to ponder as a whine sounded. Optimus got up to investigate and found Ratchet sitting next to the TV that had been left sitting on its small crate from the day before. Ratchet whined again as he patted at the side of the dark screen as if trying to make it come alive as it had before. He looked up as the large mech approached with a pleading (yet slightly grumpy) expression beneath the orange chevron and pointed. Optimus understood.

"Very well, Ratchet. If it will keep you out of trouble," was said with the faintest flicker of amusement and he flicked the TV on.

Moments later Ratchet was in a gawking trance as he watched the scenes flicker across the screen. As it turned out a western film marathon was playing and Bulkhead and Arcee quickly joined him, the green sparkling cuddling his clevis. Even Bumblebee asked for the Prime to set him down with an excited bleep and a point to the magic box.

Optimus finished arranging the files, and it took only a short time to put all the datapads back on their shelves in the data room. With the sparklings still absorbed in their movie, Optimus took the golden opportunity to continue his study of the relic. As he worked, he tried to tune out the sounds of rattling wagon wheels, gunshots, hoof beats, and Indian howls.

…

With a little whirring sigh, she sat back. After two of these flickering pictures, the little blue one was beginning to tire of this, though her friends still seemed completely captivated with blue optics wide and continued staring, mouths even agape. Not saying the magic box wasn't interesting, but ever wondering curiosity was beginning to tug at her attention.

The violet optics began to gaze about. She could see the big one doing something at large screens a ways off. He looked busy. They wondered a little further. The "toys" were scattered about but that didn't seem interesting at the moment. More gazing. They came to rest on something in back; something that was interesting. She poked at the green one who jumped at the interruption of concentration. He looked over in question. Blue chirped.

B: *Look. Go?"

Green glanced to where the femme pointed. He seemed distracted though as he garbled.

G: *Pictures. Box…* His attention immediately turned back when a horse came on screen.

Blue frowned in annoyance. Fine, then. She would go by herself. Leaving the others to the magic box, she crawled off toward what had caught her attention. She came up and sat. The blue helm tilted, violet optics blinked. It was the long snaky thing that the big one had used to make himself wet, just like when he gave them baths. It had looked fun. Little digits reached out and took up the end of the rubbery tube. She curiously examined the hard nozzle at the end. This was where the water had come out. Blue looked into the end, trying to figure out how it worked. A questioning bleeping.

B: *Where wet?*

Her servos twisted at the end and she gave a happy twitter when it turned with a click. She twisted it back and forth, giggling at the clicking sounds (not realizing she was changing the nozzle spray settings). She noticed a little black knob on the side of the end and curiously turned it. A jet of water shot out and she gave a squeak of victory.

B: *Wet! Wet!* A bubbly laugh. *Fun!*

…

Optimus was deep in thought. He rubbed a digit against his chin as he studied the markings on the relic, which he was now referring to as "The Key"; as that was the closest name to what it was called in the historical files Rafael had found. The writing was a very ancient Cybertronian dialect, one nearly extinct, which was taking longer than expected to translate.

"Interesting," he murmured leaning closer. "If I am interpreting this correctly, I believe these ports here may control the energy output. Which, if so, would coincide with these to regulate… What in the world?"

He was confused when a few drops of water landed on the platform. His instinctual response was to look up at the ceiling, wondering if there was a leak, which would have been strange anyway because last he knew it was sunny and clear outside (not that he had hardly been outside for nearly two days anyway). More drops hit his plating and helm with pattering taps. Then he saw it; the jet of water shooting up into the air from behind the platform.

"Ratchet!" It was the first thing that came to his mind.

He rushed from the computer around the platform, noticing on the way that orange was not the color missing from the little group still huddled around the TV. Said sparkling looked up at the quickly passing mech with a scowl at the rude interruption. Then Optimus saw.

"Arcee?"

The femme was holding onto the end of the hose; pointing it at the walls, up in the air – everywhere. She laughed as the water splashed against concrete and pattered around her like her own little rain shower. Optimus rushed forward, servo extended, intending to take it away; but the sparkling turned to look at him, and so did the rest of her body.

"No Arc–Uggck!"

It ended in a choking gurgle as a jet of cold water hit the Prime full in the faceplate. It wasn't the soft spray Optimus had used to rinse himself off; Arcee had changed the nozzle setting and it was shooting out in a harsh thin stream. It was so sudden he actually stumbled back a step. It stopped a moment as the hose pointed away again to water some nearby crates, and Optimus spit out the mouthful of water he'd been given.

"Arcee, give that here!"

He quickly put up a servo and blocked the water as it was again turned on him. It suddenly changed to a fine dousing spray as Arcee continued to twist the nozzle. Shielding his face, Optimus tried to get close enough to grab it, but Arcee suddenly scooted off, hose in servo still gushing water. The Prime found it amazing how fast they could crawl on such tiny appendages. Everything in her path was getting a good dousing. Even the other sparklings had abandoned their movie to watch the show and he could hear the hysterical baby laughter in the background.

Optimus pounced after the runaway, and nearly had her, when she again turned. He squinted, nearly half blinded as Arcee gave him another good blast in the face, nozzle back to the jet mode. Arcee was laughing her little spark out in delight at the sound it made against the mech's metal frame, along with along with the other three sparklings. After having been made to endure so many baths, Ratchet seemed more than delighted at seeing their guardian get one of his own and laughed so hard he rolled over backwards with little treads kicking air.

Optics filled with water, Optimus made a blind grab through the blasting force at the femme. Arcee dodged and again scooted off, but jerked to a stop as she reached the end of the hose length. Confused by this, she grabbed the hose in both servos and yanked to bring it with her. There was a ping of metal snapping and she fell over backwards with a surprised squeak. There was a rush of splashing of water. Rubbing some of the fog from his optics, Optimus quickly rushed half-stumbled over as a puddle began to spread from the faucet. Thankfully only the tip where it connected to the hose was broken and he was still able to shut it off with the valve.

He stood there amongst the laughter of the little ones around him. He was quite wet and could feel the cold trickling down his chassis plating into his inner works. Optimus blinked water from his stinging optics. They may be made of metal, but it was still no fun getting water sprayed directly into their sensitive optical sensors.

He looked at the puddle. "I suppose I should dry this up. And myself."

The sparklings had calmed their hysteria and were gathered around the puddle, jabbering at their reflections. They seemed occupied enough so the Prime quickly left the room, leaving his camera feed datapad behind. He returned in what could be considered a fairly short amount time, a few towels in a servo and was using one to dry off his chassis. Bulkhead had gone back to watching the TV and he could hear little beeps from the back. As Optimus rounded the platform the first thing his optics saw was Ratchet – sitting on top of his own workspace in back. How he got up there Optimus never did know. In little servos he held the welding torch; and Optimus spark nearly stopped when spotted him just in time to see him twist a nob and a glowing flame spit out its end. Ratchet gave a long aweing gasp, optics wide.

Optimus also gasped – but not in awe. "Ratchet, no!"

Realizing he must be in trouble, the little mech half dropped half threw the torch away and it fell over the edge – flame still lit. It fell and happened to land on the blanket Ratchet had been playing with and the cloth went up in flames with a whoosh. Bumblebee and Arcee pointed with yelping jabbers. Optimus quickly rushed up and got the torch out of the flames stomped them out under a tread, but not before it had given off a good bit of smoke. He quickly put Ratchet back on the floor and the now unlit torch on the workspace.

"Ratchet," he started firmly. "You know that you should not–"

It was cut off when a ringing alarm filled the room.

"Ohhh no…"

Even as the bemoan slipped out, every sprinkler in the entire bunker went off. Optimus stood and just accepted his fate as he was doused in a shower of water. Surprised squeaks and jabbers sounded as the sparklings craned their helms up at the ceiling. It was mere seconds before pretty much the entire bunker was wet, and the floor one big thin puddle.

Suddenly, Bumblebee gave a happy bleep as he tossed his little arms up, giggling at the tingling feeling of the drops tapping his plating. Arcee flopped to her back and began rolling over and over in bubbling delight. Ratchet didn't seem sure at first, trying to cover his faceplate from the water as this could have been compared to having a bath. But apparently he decided the two were very different and joined in with the femme. Even Bulkhead had forgotten all about his movie and had joined in, waving his servos and his clevis in the air as he enjoyed the moment.

Optimus ex-vented heavily as water drummed against steel. He looked glumly at the towels in his servo that were slowly turning damp. "I believe I shall need more than these."

The sparklings were having a great time rolling and slapping at the light layer of water spreading across the entire floor, throwing up their arms with little cooing cries to grab at the fine droplets raining down on them. In the background a western voice from the TV (that was surprisingly still working) yelled "This is my town pard'ner!" followed by a volley of gun shots.

It was at that moment the loud bleeping of an incoming call came from the computer. 3:20 pm.

Optimus sagged with a vent. Why did they always seem to come just after disaster struck?

...

A minute and a half later…

The three just stared.

"Sooooo…" Jack started, desperately trying not to laugh. "What happened this time?"

The Prime stood before them, soaking wet from helm to tread, with rapid drip-drops pattering to wet cement. The entire floor had a very thin layer of water; it dripped down the bunker walls and from the sprinklers overhead that had been turned off prior the children's arrival, and glistened from nearly every surface. Behind the large mech the sparklings giggled and laughed in their new "water park".

Optimus appeared as if not hearing (though fully aware of them). "Arcee managed to gain control of the hose."

Jack's eyes went wide. "And did all this?!"

"No. She slipped away without me noticing and turned it on, then broke the faucet. Then Ratchet managed to set a blanket on fire and activate the sprinklers."

Both hands flew over Miko's mouth, but a muffled snort sneaked through anyway. Rafael did something similar though managed to control any sounds that may have been trying to come out.

Jack blinked, "How did he catch a–? You know what, never mind. I'll ask later." He thought of something else. "You said Arcee broke the faucet, so is it still running?" He glanced down at the wet floor.

Optimus gave a shake of the helm. "No. The valve was intact and I was able to turn it off. I should have thought of that sooner and it may have prevented certain … rather damp experiences."

Rafael nearly snickered. "And by that, I assume that means she gave you a bath."

One of the thick optic brows quirked up. "That is … one way to put it."

Miko dared to uncover her mouth, lips twitching. "Well, *hehe* I must say she did a good job *giggle*. You look *snickering* very nice *snort*."

"…" *dripping*

*snicker*

"…" *dripping*

*more snorting* . . . "BAAHAAHAAHAAA!" It ended in a fit of laughter that could be held back no longer.

"Miko stop," Jack tried to scold but it was very unconvincing through the silly grin. "That's not nice."

"Can't help it!" the girl wheezed, holding her aching sides while wiping tears away. Even Rafael was trying to politely giggle into a hand.

Above, the Prime gave a sort of hum and almost – almost – gave what could be called a roll of the optics. Optimus moved away with heavy wet steps and went to find more towel to dry himself off. The kids came in, their own shoes making small splats as they walked, and went to where the sparklings played in the large puddle.

Rafael grinned. "Well, at least it's not paint."

The sparkling saw the new arrivals and quickly crawled up to meet their friends with happy little coos and jabbers.

Jack smiled at the femme as she plopped down with happy noise. "Hey girl. Have you been a little trouble maker? And you too Ratchet?" He used a hand to rub both of their damp helms playfully at the same time. Arcee giggled with a flap of her arms, Ratchet just enjoyed the sensation. Jack then had to go rescue Rafael from Bumblebee's baby bear hug while Miko gave the green sparkling an energetic hug.

Optimus soon returned with some large fans that had been in back storage since the Autobots started occupying the old silo, but had never had any use for – until now. Jack helped him set them around so they would help dry the place out. Already most of the excess water had gone down the flood drains, leaving just a dampness behind, though the sparkling were a bit disappointed at losing the world's largest kiddy pool. The kids used some towels to wipe the excess water off the little ones and Optimus did the same to himself and also dried off the computer monitors and keypad (thankfully they were pretty waterproof and the sprinklers had been turned off before any damage could be done). Miko had set one fan up to blow dry the couch on the platform and made sure the TV still worked. It wasn't long before the circulating air had completely dried the floor and walls.

"Hey Jack," Miko called with a twinkling grin.

"Yeah?" the teen replied as he tossed another wet towel aside.

"The bots are finally famous."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. Look at all these fans," Miko smirked with a sweeping gesture to all the humming fans placed around.

Jack face-palmed with a cringe. "Ooooh brother." There was a snigger from Rafael.

The Japanese girl skipped up to Optimus who was checking to make sure there was no damage to the computer circuits. "Hey Optimus! I made something for Bulkhead."

"Oh?" He turned to give her his attention.

"Yes! I started it as soon as I got home that first day, and I spent all last night finishing it. That's why we got here late because I wanted to stop by my house and pick it up. It is okay if I give it to him now?"

Optimus smiled lightly at the young human's excitement; it was nearly shining in her hazel eyes. "Of course you may."

With a squeal, Miko rushed back to the tunnel entrance where a large sheet was wrapped and tied around something bulky inside. She had brought it in with them when they first arrived but had left it behind due to the whole water thing and all. She dragged it across the floor towards the curiously watching sparkling, even Optimus had left his station to come closer and see.

"Do you know what it is?" Rafael whispered to Jack.

The raven-haired teen shrugged. "Nope. She was pretty secretive about it."

Miko couldn't stop smiling as she untied the string holding the sheet corners together. "Bulkhead, come see what I made for you." The sparkling crawled forward in interest. "Tada!" The sheet fell back and the girl held up what could be described as a type of large "doll" that was literally as big as she, made with several old pillowcases and scrapes of material. It may not have been beautiful, but it had certainly been stitched with loving care.

Bulkhead's blue optics saw and went wide. The clevis clattered to the floor as little arms reached for the stuffed toy with grabbing digits and excited jabbers. Elated by the reaction, Miko gave it to him and it was immediately cuddled against the green sparklings chassis. Bulkhead rocked slightly as he hugged it tight with optics closed, and a soft purring began to emanate from the round body.

Miko was nearly beside herself, bouncing on her toes. "He likes it!"

"More like he's never going to part with it," Jack chuckled, listening to the soft coos the little mech was giving to his new stuffed friend, the clevis all but forgotten. "What gave you the idea to make it anyway?"

"Well, I noticed he was always carrying that thingamajig around–"

"It's called a clevis," Rafael corrected.

"Yeah that thingy. I noticed he carried it around all the time and I knew he needed something better than that. So I made him his own stuffy!" She ended on a proud note with hands on hips a she watched Bulkhead hug his new toy. "We had some old pillowcases my host parents were going to throw out so I saved them from the dump heap and cut and sewed them together with my new sewing machine. Then bought a bunch of stuffing to stuff it with. Isn't she cute?"

Jack looked closer. "Is that supposed to be a mouse? And is it colored to look like it's wearing your clothes?"

He wasn't wrong. The body of the "doll" was made of two pillows with opened ends sewn together. The arms and legs were half a pillowcase, cut long ways and the edges sewn back up and connected to their appropriate places on the body. One single case made up the head with two stubs sewn on each side to make what looked like "ears". And all over the surface were marker coloring. Blue short "overalls" with a pink "shirt" underneath and a yellow "belt" was colored onto the body, and arms. A pink star of different material had been sewn to the chest of the tank top "overalls". Purple colored the upper legs with tall brown "boots" on the feet and lower legs, complete with the pink laces up the front. Sewn on the face were two black cutout felt eyes and an animal-like nose with a little smiling mouth. The top of the head was colored black, resembling Miko's own hairstyle and even had the strip of pink sweeping across the front bangs. The ears were black with the tips also being pink. What was left was colored in yellow.

Miko shot the teen boy a look with fists on hip. "First of all, Mr. Smarty-pants, it's a teddy bear. And second, of course it is! That way he'll always feel his best friend is near even when I'm not here. I call her Akiko."

Rafael whispered to Jack from behind a hand. "It even sounds like her name."

Miko leaned forward, hands on knees as she talked to the green sparkling. "Come on Bulk. Say 'Akiko'. Aaaakiiiikkoooo. Now you try."

Bulkhead gave a type of jabber but nothing even close to the word. Miko slumped sadly.

Jack patted her shoulder. "I think you've got a long while to wait before you get any first words."

"I was hoping he'd just try to copy me."

Optimus spoke up from where he had been watching. "It was a very thoughtful gesture on your part to gift something you spent time and effort on, Miko. And I'm sure Bulkhead appreciates it as well."

"It was nothing really. I enjoyed it!"

With a slight smile and a nod to the girl, the Prime went back to the computer. The kids didn't have to be told it was their turn to watch the sparkling to let the mech get some work done. Which they were more then eager to do. Miko get her backpack and pulled out a large sketchbook.

"I brought this along too. I thought they might like to draw. All little kids like to."

"Just no paint! Please!" Jack laughed awkwardly with a wave of his hands.

Miko gave him a face. "No way! I'm not going through that again! I brought my markers. Well, what's left after I finished Bulk's teddy bear. I went through three boxes to finish it."

The sparklings gathered around curiously as Miko ripped out a sheet for each. At first they were a bit confused at what to do with them until the kids showed them what to do, and it was only moments before each sparking was engaged in drawing scribbles and circles on their pages. Bulkhead refused to put down his new stuffy and Miko had to hold the paper down so it wouldn't move around as he drew crazy red squiggles.

She laughed. "You're a regular artist, Bulkhead." The green mech gurgled happily in response.

Arcee was very focused on trying to draw a triangle the way Jack had showed her. She finished what looked more like an outline of a fat fish and pointed to it as she looked at the teen with a proud squeak.

Jack chuckled. "I see, Arcee. It's … very good." Violet optics shone with happiness and she started drawing another.

Ratchet was in his own little world, seeming determined to color in the entire page with purple. Rafael sat beside Bumblebee, who ironically had a yellow marker. As the minutes went by, the young boy noticed something. He didn't think too much of it at first, but soon he wasn't watching the circles and squiggles filling the paper, but kept his focus on the sparkling. Finally Rafael spoke up, light concern in his voice.

"What's wrong with Bee?"

Miko and Jack looked and immediately saw what he meant. Bumblebee was scratching at his plating nearly every ten seconds, and not just one spot but everywhere; his helm, his arms, his legs. And it seemed it was beginning to really bother the sparkling.

Miko tilted her head, finger on chin. "It's like he's all itchy."

Jack frowned. "That is weird. Hey Optimus!" he called and the mech turned in his direction. "Is that normal?"

Leaving his station, the Prime came closer. Bumblebee was still scratching while trying to color his paper at the same time. The little optic brows were drawn down slightly in annoyance as it wasn't working very well.

Miko pondered. "Can bots get flees?"

The question was ignored as the Prime spoke. "I have noticed this reoccurring throughout the morning," Optimus said. "Though it has seems to have considerably worsened since."

"Maybe he needs another bath?" Miko suggested.

Jack heard just the slightest vent come from the Prime, with the faintest hint of a groan. Jack snickered. "I think they've all had enough baths."

Rafael rubbed Bumblebees shell. "His plating feels almost … dry. It's not as soft as it was."

Wanting to feel to, Miko came over and rubbed it. The dry, slightly rough texture was definitely present; not at all the soft smooth it should have been. "Wow! That's weird, and…" Miko got close and took a large sniff. "He almost smells like … paint thinner? And maybe … ick!" She pinched her nose. "Like a truckload of cleaners mixed together!"

Optimus expression showed deep thought for a moment before speaking. "It is possible that the chemicals spilled during his and Ratchet's escapade has irritated his protective shell. He must have had more direct exposer as Ratchet does not seem to be displaying any of these symptoms." He glanced briefly in the direction of the white and orange sparkling half-done coloring his purple page. "I thought I had washed them off in time, but it appears I failed to do so."

"It's not your fault, Optimus," Jack tried to cheer. "Some things just happen. But now that he know the cause, what can we do to help Bee?"

"Baby oil." All looked to Rafael. The young boy adjusted his glasses as he explained himself. "I used to watch the neighbors baby as a summer job and sometimes it had this problem where the skin would get dry like that. They used a special baby oil to keep it hydrated and stop it from getting irritated. Maybe the same thing would work for Bee."

Miko's hands went to her hips. "Well I don't think regular baby oil is going to work on metal."

"Maybe we can make something up that's similar," Jack suggested.

Rafael nodded. "In this case I think regular oil would work."

"There is a supply in the store room," Optimus stated. "I will fetch it."

Poor little Bumblebee was now consistently scratching even in the short time it took for the Prime to return with a canister of oil in his servo. He lowered it slightly to let Rafael see. "Do you think this would suffice?"

Rafael nodded, a hand on his chin in thought. "I think so. But I don't think just oil by itself will be enough. Oil is a lubricant and it'll only leave behind a protective film. What we need is some kind of penetrating lubricant that will help get it into the pores of Bee's metal plating."

Optimus simply nodded in response, quietly very glad that Rafael was there as he had no idea what would help or not. He found a canister of what they needed and now Rafael poured the penetrating lubricant into the large canister of oil, then began mixing it with a wooden paint stick that had been lying around. Optimus stood by watching, noting everything the boy did. He had a feeling he would need to know for later

Jack watched as Rafael stirred the blackish goop together. "Think it'll work?"

"Penetrating and lubricant can be used together so it should mix fine." A few more stirs and Rafael stopped. "There. Now to put it on Bee."

"And hope it works," Miko added. She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder at the scratching sparkling. "Because he's making the term 'scratching like a dog' seem tame."

Jack held out some pairs of rubber gloves he had gotten beforehand. "Here. Even though it'll help Bee, lubricants can cause irritation on human skin. I've worked on machines long enough to know."

The three kids were soon slathering the greasy substance all over Bumblebee's little frame. The sparkling giggled at first at the tickling rubs and attention, then began to almost help in a why as he mimicked their motions, rubbing his little servos over himself. They didn't have to use much, only about a quarter of the large can (the Autobots kept larger amounts of oil in larger containers). Already it seemed to be working, the constant itching had nearly stopped and Bumblebee seemed much happier – a bit greasy, but much happier.

Rafael smiled as he noted the change of demeanor. "That should work just fine. The oil will soak into the metal's pores and the rest will soon evaporate." He looked up to the Prime. "You'll probably have keep doing it for a while though, until his plating heals."

Optimus was glad he had taken mental notes. "Understood. Thank you for your assistance. I am afraid I am … gravely lacking in knowledge on subjects such as this."

Rafael smiled as he took off the oily gloves. "No problem. Glad to help." Courteously, he took the others' as well and threw them in the waste bin near the hallway. "Hey Optimus," he called a moment later and the mech turned to see the boy staring high up at the corner wall of the hall. He pointed to one of the cameras that stuck there. "I don't remember that being there before."

"Very astute of you. That is because it was not. I put it there this morning."

"Why?" Jack shrugged.

"I have been having difficulties keeping track of the sparkling's activities, especially when I must be taking care of other work. So I placed cameras in different locations where the sparkling occupy the most time and ran the feeds through here." He picked up the datapad that had been set near the computer and held it so all the kids could see. The screen displayed a live video showing the four of them and the sparklings in a slight downward view from up above (or at least just above Optimus's optic level). He tapped the screen to show the empty supply hallway and again to show the line of little beds in the berth room. "Then if it is necessary that I leave for any reason, I can still monitor their activities in my absence."

Miko laughed. "What'd'ya know? Optimus made a baby monitor!"

The next few hours went smoothly for a pleasant change, the kids watching the sparklings while Optimus worked at the computer (who was mentally rejoicing at the amount of work time he was getting, though the chrome faceplate was impassive as ever). The little mechs and femme were still enjoying their markers. Miko had nearly torn half the paper out of the sketchbook and there was quite a scattering of colorful pages laying around showing off the scribbled masterpieces. As they colored, the sparklings would click and bleep at each other along with the coos and illegible chatter they gave their human friends.

After listing to a particularly long moment of chirps and bleeps, Miko put a finger to her chin in thought. "They sure do like to jabber. They always seem to make those weird noises at each other when they're together." Her eyes lit up amusedly in an idea. "Maybe they're talking to each other and having baby sparkling conversations!"

Jack laughed. "They're just making noises, Miko. They're probably not saying anything. Right Optimus?"

Optimus paused a moment to glance at the playing sparklings. "It is said that only other young ones or immediate family can understand the Basic language of a sparkling. Whether it is true or not I am uncertain. I do not know at what point they become aware of words and their meaning, but I am sure they are far too young to comprehend either yet. Even Basic Cybertronian. More than likely they are simply mimicking sounds they have heard."

"Interesting," Rafael mused.

"Like I said," Jack smiled at the Japanese girl, "It's going to be a while before they say any words."

Miko shrugged with a jovial laugh. "It was just a cute thought."

…

The four little sparkling sat near each other making color onto the pieces of white. After filling his with yellow lines of art with the yellow stick, the little one of the same color looked up at the rest with bright optics. He chirped in delight.

Y: *Colors! Fun!*

Green looked up from his mostly red artwork.

G: *Lots fun!* He waved his servo with the red stick in it to where the human friend with pink pigtails sat nearby making strange noises to the others. *Friends good. Like!* He tightly snuggled the homemade teddy bear still in his arm, so happy he rocked back and forth for a moment.

Blue looked up with a whirring bleep, ending with a chirp.

B: *Like!* She waved her pink stick and tapped the piece of white. *Give fun!*

Orange looked up from where he lay stretched out on his chest, purple stick in servo. A whirring.

O: *Friends good*

The green's blue optics looked to where the big red and blue one was doing something on a large screen. He chirruped with a coo.

G: *Big one. Good.*

Y: *Holding. Like.* Yellow hugged an arm against himself, mimicking how the big one had held him. His optics squinted slightly with a smile as he buzzed. * Make happy*

The blue gurgled a little laugh as waved a little servo to where the hose was raveled up by the wall thinking about when she had made the big one wet.

B: *Wet. Funny!*

They all twittered in baby laughter together.

After more giggling and coloring, Yellow looked to Orange near him with questioning little bleeps.

Y: *Big one good?"

The blue optics of the orange one came up. He peeked to where the big one did something busy, staring a long moment as if debating. A little venting whirr.

O: *Good*

The yellow chirped, pleased.

Y: *Happy*

A mischievous gleam shone in the blue optics as the orange looked again to the yellow.

O: *Day? All fun?*

The other pondered a moment, peeking up at the big one before wiggling his treads and chirped with an impish blink.

Y: *Fun*

Fun Note: I came up for the idea of the sparklings "talking" to each other when I read on a TF site about only the immediate family and other sparklings being able to understand the Basic they speak when young. Consisting of types of whirrs, chirps, beeps, bleeps, and so on.

Hope you liked! Next chapter coming soon!