Good afternoon my fine people. I hope everyone has had a good summer like me! Haha…not really -_-* any who this is just a random thing that has been eating at my brain for a while now and it just wouldn't leave me alone! BAH BAAHHH!

So expect some randomness XD so I have Marching Band practice in like an hour so forgive me if it seems a little rushed in the beginning. :P

I have been arguing with Sunstreaker and he wanted me to write something on the Autobots and eventually his pleading got the better of me.

Sunny: you crumbled after two minutes

Me: SHUT UP! (throws Brains at him)

Brains: -_-*

The Odd Friday

The base was oddly quiet for a Friday. Normally the twins would be causing all kinds of mayhem while the humans were out at the bars, but it was…quiet! Dear reader, this always causes tension among the more mature of the Autobots.

Optimus stood at the front of the meeting hall while the others conversed nervously amongst themselves. The large mech slowly lifts his hand and places it on the podium and everything goes quiet again. "We seem to have come across a most peculiar predicament," he looks around at all the sets of blue optics glued on him, "Sunstreaker and Sideswipe are nowhere to be found."

Ironhide is the first to speak up. "They are most likely planning something!"

Optimus remains calm, although he eyes Ironhide's spinning cannons quite nervously. "I don't know what they are up to, but I do know that we need to keep an optic out for any suspicious activity."

Arilla, the newest of the Autobots, sits up slightly. "I think that the silence is suspicious enough." Her silky voice echoes and Ironhide looks like he is about to melt into a puddle of mechly goo. This does not sit well with Chromia who glares at her mech with a poisonous intensity.

"We need to search every room where they could be hiding." Prowl declares with his usual icy calm tone.

Ratchet nods and looks at his apprentice Red Alert who also nods, mainly for the reason of not getting nailed by the CMO's Wrench of Death.

"Yes," Optimus agrees, "we need to split into teams and search the whole base for the two."

Bumblebee casts a worried glance to Hot Shot who is busy inspecting his armor but finally looks up. "I think I should be with Bumblebee," he ignores the squeak of protest from the Camaro and continues, "he needs my expert tracking skills and wits to search for those demons."

The yellow scout slams his helm on the table in aggravation, mumbling a quiet "why me?" in the process.

Optimus nods but raises an optic ridge at Bumblebee who is now slamming his helm into the table repeatedly. "Very well. And I guess Chromia will be with you, Ironhide?"

The weapons specialist nods and casts a mischievous glance to the silver femme. Chromia just nods and gives the black mech a swift wink.

Once the rest of the Autobots were set to teams they all spread out over the entire NEST base.

Just outside the base two mechs could be seen hiding among the dense trees. Both were snickering like maniacs. If you guessed that the said mechs are Sideswipe and Sunstreaker then, dearest reader, you are right.

The aforementioned Autobots creep further into the forest and sit down with smug grins on their faceplates. The silver mech, Sideswipe, looks over to his brother. "We sure did show them!"

The other mech who is a more golden color, Sunstreaker, snickers. "They are so dumb sometimes."

"So, Sunny, what is our next evil plan?" Sideswipe asks rubbing his hands together like a mad scientist.

The gold mech strokes his chin thoughtfully. "Well, Sides, there was this warehouse I've been wanting to check out," he watches his brother flick a leaf off his shoulder and continues, "it's about fifty miles from here."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Sideswipe leaps and transforms into a sliver Corvette Stingray and zooms off, closely followed by his golden brother.

Meanwhile, in an abandoned warehouse about fifty miles from the base (yes I know uh-oh), Megatron stands stroking his magnificent chin with a thoughtful look on his face. When in fact he wasn't really thinking about anything at all, just putting up a show for the three Seekers behind him.

Skywarp stares blankly at Thundercracker who is flipping through channels on the television, while Starscream watches him and gets annoyed when he doesn't stop on his favorite Soap Opera. We all know how that feels, dearest reader, the feeling of watching TV with someone and they can't spend more than five minutes on each channel because that said person has the attention span of a seven-year-old. Gets very annoying and very tiring, very fast.

After about ten more minutes of this incessant flipping Skywarp cracks. "JUST PICK A CHANNEL ALREADY!"

"Okay, okay!" the blue Seeker stops on Spongebob Squarepants. "What the frag is this?"

"I don't know," Skywarp jumps onto the couch and settles beside Starscream, "but it looks interesting."

Starscream leans forward. "Can't stop…so annoying, yet so addicting."

Soon all three Seekers are leaned forward, optics widened and faces nearly touching the screen, entranced by the yellow demon.

After going over how many Evil things he could do to Optimus, Megatron ceases his chin-stroking and turns to address his Seekers, only to find them literally glued to the television by their faces. "What do you three think you're doing?"

"Shhhh!" they all hiss at the same time and return to their idiotic positions.

Megatron bares his fangs and snarls but does nothing else and watches as the trine-mates jump over each other, trying to get a better view of the screen. "Primus."

Almost a moment later two Autobots burst in through the front door with an overdramatic boom and stare into the glaring optics of the Decepticon Leader, and almost as quickly as they came bolt for the exit, with an outraged Megatron right on their heals.

Will Sunny and Sides make it back to the NEST base alive? Or will they be pounded by Megatron? And will the Seekers be able to make it out of the possession of the Evil that is Spongebob? Find out in the next chapter of (insert epic title here) to find out! XD

PEACE OFF!