Author's Notes: Tada! This is it you guys, the final chapter of Prank Chronicles! Wow, it took me way too long to get this thing done, but here it is finally. Thank you so much to all of you who've read this through to the end, it makes it worth it to see people reading and enjoying my stuff! Doubly thank you to those readers who made suggestions and gave me ideas along the way! That made writing this story extra fun! And of course, big thanks to Nova for always sharing ideas and editing my chapters. Couldn't have done it without her!

Speaking of editing *cough*. To those of you who read the last chapter when it was posted, turns out I made a mistake and posted the unedited version of the chapter. That's been corrected, it was nothing huge just edits and fixes that made the chapter more polished. So, sorry you had to read crummy unedited stuff! I promise you this chapter is the correct version!

Anyway, enjoy the last chapter, thank you, and onto the next!

On the bridge of the Nemesis, Megatron sat on his throne, practically sulking as he inspected some object in his hand. Behind him, Starscream paced in irritation.

"Well, what's the next plan, Megatron?" The seeker asked. "Since the Autobots are clearly not as weak as we had thought, our strategy must change."

"I am aware, Starscream," Megatron growled.

The seeker continued to strut about. "I mean, what an utter failure that plan was! It was, by far, the worst one yet! If I had had any input in it, we would surely have been victorious!"

"Then what do you suggest our next move is," the Decepticon leader asked lowly.

"Well, clearly our next move is to not storm the Autobot's base!"

Megatron growled quite audibly as he crushed the object in his fist.

Nearby, Thundercracker and Skywarp were watching. The blue seeker had his arms crossed and a bored expression on his face. "You'd think he would learn to shut up about these things," he remarked as he watched the anger on Megatron's face grow.

"Yeah, Starscream's an idiot!" Skywarp laughed.

Scritch scritch scritch. The purple seeker stood next to his trine mate, incessantly scratching himself. Thundercracker looked over and pulled a face. "Would you stop that?"

"Stop what?" Skywarp asked innocently, and continued to scratch. Small flakes of glue and cascades of glitter would occasionally fall to the floor from where he was scratching. Thundercracker looked mildly disgusted as he took a few steps away.

"If it were up to me," Starscream continued to prattle. "I would use the Autobots' greatest weakness against them, hit them when they least expect it, and give them no time to retaliate!"

"And what, pray tell, is the Autobots' greatest weakness?" asked Megatron, still looking stormy.

"Hmmm," Starscream stopped to ponder.

After a moment, Thundercracker decided it was time to save his trine leader's hide. "Those objects," he indicated the thing Megatron was holding, "seem to enrage the Dinobots. Who's to say those Dinobots won't hold back if they're used on the Autobots?"

"Hm," Megatron pondered as well. He opened up his hand – SQUEEEEAAAAAWK, the rubber ducky squealed as it expanded. Megatron grinned, "Yeeeeeessss, hahaha!"

o~o~o

Down in the bowels of the Nemesis, Ramjet walked the dark hallways alone. Nothing but the sound of his footsteps and the occasional drip of water met his audios. That is, until –

Eeeee hee hee hee he he yaa haa haa aaaaahh!

The unmistakable sound of Soundwave's laugh reverberating down the hall made the conehead cringe violently in fright. The next moment he was screaming and running to safety.

After a brief moment, the forms of Soundwave, Rumble, and Frenzy emerged from a dark doorway some ways back. Frenzy snickered, "Hehehe, good one boss bot!" And he fist bumped with Rumble.

"Soundwave, amused," the larger mech stated in an ever so smug tone.

o~o~o

Outside of Prowl's office, Wheeljack stood patiently, holding a large object. He had been standing there, humming a tune, for the last ten minutes or so. Eventually, Bumblebee passed by and took interest in the engineer. "Hey, whatcha doing?" he asked.

"Oh," Wheeljack cheerfully acknowledged the minibot. "I'm about to pitch an idea to Prowl! I call it… the Long-Range Ducky-Dispatcher!" And here, Wheeljack hoisted the object in his hands. It looked suspiciously like one of the guns the Ducky Patrol had used previously, but the barrel was much longer and it was now equipped with a sophisticated looking sight system.

Bumblebee chuckled at the contraption. "You know Prowl banned duckies from the Ark, don't you?"

"Well sure, they're banned from the Ark," the engineer admitted. "But imagine the kind of damage these could do on the battle field when the Dinobots are around! We'd have the 'Cons running for the hills every time!"

The minibot just grinned and held out his hands to hold the weapon. Wheeljack handed it over, and Bumblebee hefted the gun, judging its weight and balance. "It's not bad," he approved. "I hope Prowl gives you permission to manufacture it!"

"Me too!" Wheeljack agreed as he took his invention back.

"Hey, where is Prowl anyway? It's not like him to be outside his office at this time of day," Bumblebee asked.

Wheeljack shrugged. "He just said he'd be back soon."

o~o~o

Further into the Ark, Prowl strolled the halls with purpose. Since the battle with the Decepticons two days ago, Prowl has received numerous reports that a certain prank was still in effect in one of the hallways, even though Prowl had personally seen to its removal. He was on his way to inspect the hallway once again.

When he arrived at the hall in question, he glanced up from his datapad to have a look. What he saw froze him in his tracks.

Apparently, the sight of Prowl froze the other mech as well. Prowl, not daring to even question what he was seeing, simply stood and stared at the image of Optimus Prime, pie in one hand and pie catapult in the other, poised in a position to load the contraption.

The two mechs stared at each other for a good long minute, just waiting for the other to make the first move. Eventually it was Optimus who did. The Prime hefted the pie in his hand, and flung it across the hall, smacking Prowl square in the face. He then turned tail and ran as fast as he could away from the scene, laughing.

Prowl flinched when the whipped cream confection hit him, then continued to stand rigid as the pie plate schlepped off his face and fell to the floor, revealing a shocked and very concerned expression. Finally, the tactician simply keeled over as his poor processor couldn't take the illogic of it all.

About five minutes later, Ratchet appeared. "Now what could Optimus have wanted of me all the way out here?" He wondered as he rounded the corner. However, he quickly spied the fallen tactician at the opposite end of the hall. After a moment of surprise, he growled. "Prowl and his fracking glitch." He then entered the passageway.

SPLAT!

Ratchet stopped in his tracks with a pie stuck to his face. The exact same expression Prowl had had was revealed when the pie fell to the floor. This time, however, the expression morphed into one of rage. "CONFOUNDED PRANKS, GRAAAHH!"

o~o~o

That night, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were lounging in their room after the long day of scouting duty. Sunstreaker was busy reading on the bottom of the bunk bed they shared, while Sideswipe lay on the top bed and stared at the ceiling in contemplation. News about the pieing of Prowl and Ratchet had traveled fast around the Ark, and the red frontliner was still grinning at the thought of it. "Prowl thought he could get out of this prank war easily, didn't he?"

"Mm hm," Sunstreaker mumbled.

"And Ratchet thought he was safe, ha they sure had it coming! Who knew Optimus had it in him?"

"Yup."

Sideswipe turned to stare around the room, still thinking. "You know, there's no way Prowl can punish Optimus for this. He can basically get away with anything, he's the Prime!" After a moment when Sunstreaker offered no response, Sideswipe hung his head over bunk and stared at his twin. "I've got an idea."

For a few seconds, Sunstreaker merely stared at his datapad, thinking. Then he put it down. "Let me hear it."