Hope ya's like it...Had too repost this

Summary-: Poor twins its seems as if every time something goes wrong they get the blame, but what if this time they are actually innocent shock horror

Don't report, please read.

Chapter one.

A sneaky little Bumblebee.

A yellow little sparkling hummed his way down the corridor to the supplies cupboard for Ratchet, a mischievous grin plastered on his young and angelic looking face plates. Skipping past a pair of pissed of Lamborghini twins Bumblebee smiled innocently as he skidded along the wet floor. Bumblebee waved as he skidded past them causing the pair to glare at him as they continued on with their punishment.

But this time they really didn't know what it was they were being punished for.

It wasn't them that placed the green goo filled buckets above Ironhide's door, it wasn't them who painted the shower racks bright green. And it was most defiantly not them who painted Optimus pink.

Someone else was playing their game and that someone was going to get an Aft whooping when they found out who it was. So far they had ended up scrubbing the whole base spotless from top to bottom to every nook and cranny. Yet they hadn't even pulled a single one of those pranks they had been out on patrol most of the time and with the constant attacks from the Decepticon's, the Autobot Assassins were just too plain exhausted too prank anyone.

So who was doing it?

"Sunny I hate this. Why is it we get blamed for everything that goes on in this base?" Sideswipe sighed as he chucked the cloth in the bucket spraying his twin with dirty water.

"It's because you're always playing pranks on everyone, you just can't leave them be can you." Sunstreaker snapped at his twin.

"What...Some body's got too lighten up their day." Sideswipe grinned as Sunstreaker chucked the cloth at the grinning sparkling.

"I swear why is that kid so slaggin happy?" Sunstreaker growled.

"I don't know but the floors finished." Sideswipe sung happily.

"Thank Primus I need some Energon come on."

Sunstreaker pulled his brother up of the floor and towards the lounge, as they headed out the door they failed to notice a smirking form from behind the wall. The Autobot snuck forward and brought out some tins of paint, shaken the cans he began to spray the walls with the multi-coloured paints. Standing back to admire his work, the young Autobot finished of his work and set down the spray paint tins along with a small data pad. Grinning like an idiot the young sparkling skipped off away from the damage.

Lounge.

A well deserved break was what they needed not some cliff jumping idiot snarling away at them. Yet again Cliff jumper couldn't keep his mouth shut and now Sideswipe was trying to hold his brother back to stop him from turning Cliffjumper into a rusty scrap pile.

"Sunny leave it, he's not worth it." Sideswipe pleaded.

"I swear they won't be able to pick him up with a pair of pliers by the tiem i'm finished with him." Sunstreaker snarled.

"The day y ou kill me is they is the day you're exposed as they murderer you are." Cliffjumper snarled back.

"Sunny don't be a-

"TWINS."

Sideswipe didn't get too finish as the angry voice echoed throughout the halls, looking at each other Sunstreaker and Sideswipe rushed out of the lounge to escape the enraged Prowl. But to no avail as the tactician caught them on their way out and dragged them back to the hall he just came from.

"Prowl whatever it is...We didn't do it." Sideswipe told him as he tried to break free from Prowls grip.

"Yeah we've been in the lounge trying to beat the scarp out of Cliffjumper." Sunstreaker added.

"Not helping you're case boy's." Prowl said WAY to calmly.

"Well...WHAT THE SLAG." Sunstreaker gasped loudly.

The hall tnye had just finished cleaing was now covered from top to bottom in red and yellow paint, T signs and double S's were also lined all over the walls. Optimus, Ironhide and Jazz turned to look at them as Prowl dragged the shocked Lamborghini twins through the door. The look on their father Jazz's face was torn between amusement and shock, which the twins couldn't help but grin back too.

"What in Pits name were yer thinking?" Ironhide raged.

"We didn't do it." Sideswipe replied immediately

"Yeah we scrubbed the hall just as we were told too then went to the lounge." Sunstreaker added.

"Then read this." Optimus told them as he handed them a Data pad that had this to say.

Don't report, please read.

The twins made me do it.

There was no name or signature after those just words that Sunstreaker and Sideswipe knew nothing about. The horrified twins looked at each other as their Lieutenant of a father handed them a red and yellow tooth brush. Sighing the twins glared at their dad before getting to work on the hall again, Optimus, Ironhide and Jazz left them to it while Prowl stayed and supervised.

Around the corner a sparkling grinned at the sight of the scrubbing twins , immediately letting him know that he had just beat the twins at their own game.

Oh life was good for the son of Optimus Prime, Bumblebee.

A/N

Yes i got this idea from that title...Aint i brilliant...lol

The chapters to follow will be explaining how the pranks were done, inevitably leading to the twin's revenge...Now everybody gasp...gasp...I was the only one wasn't i...

Oh well...RnR.