(Ok, this is for all of us who love and worship the Con's. Just had to post this little fic. Merry Christmas!)

"Miko, what is that racket," Ratchet growled.

"We're practicing," Miko said excitedly.

"Practicing what," Ratchet asked, "don't you three have some homework to do, quiet homework?"

"This is homework," Miko replied, "We have to come up with a song for the school Christmas play."

"Oh," Bulkhead interrupted curious, "Why don't you let us hear what you've got?"

"Oh brother," Ratchet shook his head.

"Ok," Miko chirped, "let's show them what we've got guys!"

On the 12th day of Christmas the Decepticons gave to me:

12 buildings burning

11 humans running

10 neighborhoods crumbling

9 cars exploding

8 bombs a' blowing

7 houses flaming

6 vechicons slaying

5 Omega Keys (ok I know there are only 4)

4 zombie bots

3 scared kids

2 torn off arms

And an uprooted, blown apart tree

"Wow, that pretty much says it all when it comes to the Con's," Bulkhead said.

"By the Allspark," Ratchet said, shaking his head wearily as he left the room.