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[danielwitwicky]

Daniel cheerfully knocks on Wheelie's door. After that Cureall... no, he's not going to think about it now. Today's about Wheelie. He frowns, waiting, and finally shouts, "Yo, it's me. Sorry I was quiet for a while, the glue-on-Kup's-chair thing got me grounded," he chuckles. "But dad lifted my sentence today. Wanted to know if we could, like, head

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[quintsurvivor]

Wheelie immediatly opens the door, grinning. "I think that'd be swell. Any others going as well?"

[danielwitwicky]

"Nope," Daniel replies, "just you and me." He offers his arm, grinning. "Shall we?"

[quintsurvivor]

"Let's!" Wheelie transforms and pops open his windshield so Daniel can ride.

[quintsurvivor]

Daniel hops in, cheering as they speed through Metroplex and out the exit without notice to his father, the guards or... anyone. Which, as far as Daniel is converned, is perfectly fine.

**

Central City, where Spike had grown up and Daniel spent much of his childhood, is the same bustling metropolis it had been during Spike's youth, though much of the technology has been upgraded to fit the futuristic era of 2006. "Let's go to that one place -- Robot Arcade," Daniel suggests, grinning. "They've got some of the classics. And I think they've actually special ordered some stuff to fit minibots." After all, that was where Bumblebee had hung out with Spike.