Drabbles
Thanks go to oasis_pink_peng for the prompts.
Bumblebee was so bored he caught himself staring at Ironhide. A very angry Ironhide who looked like he could take on an entire trine by himself.
“And just what are you looking at punk?”
Bumblebee just let out a mournful whistle.
“That's what I thought.” And the old warrior was once again stomping down the hall, wrench protruding from his helm.
He wasn't bored enough to get in the middle of that lovers' quarrel. With a quick turn he was heading back out the way he had come. Perhaps Spike would go for a drive, far way. Very Far Away.
Megatron hated Mondays. Alright it was pretty much a universal rule that everyone hated Mondays, but Mondays were the day that all his plans fell apart. He spent the past week building his newest superweapon, and before he even used it, bright and early Monday mornings Prime's pathetic soldiers had rendered it into scrap!
Staring down at the latest disaster, he threw down the piece he had been holding. “That is it! I am going back to bed and forget Mondays! We will try this again tomorrow!” He stalked off, leaving two shocked armies behind him. Megatron REALLY hated Mondays.
“Wreck-Garr wouldn't be giving up the remote,” the twin flyboys chorused when queried.
Optimus sighed. “You mean the three of you managed to trash half the base over the television?”
“Not the television sir Prime...” started Jetfire.
“Just the remote, sir Prime,” Jetstorm finished his twin's thought.
“We was wanting to change the channel.” They had fallen back into sync.
“Did it occur to either of you that you could get up and change it on the TV itself?”
The two looked at each other in amazement, (was such a feat even possible?) before turning back to Prime. “No?”
Bumblebee was so bored he caught himself staring at Ironhide. A very angry Ironhide who looked like he could take on an entire trine by himself.
“And just what are you looking at punk?”
Bumblebee just let out a mournful whistle.
“That's what I thought.” And the old warrior was once again stomping down the hall, wrench protruding from his helm.
He wasn't bored enough to get in the middle of that lovers' quarrel. With a quick turn he was heading back out the way he had come. Perhaps Spike would go for a drive, far way. Very Far Away.
Megatron hated Mondays. Alright it was pretty much a universal rule that everyone hated Mondays, but Mondays were the day that all his plans fell apart. He spent the past week building his newest superweapon, and before he even used it, bright and early Monday mornings Prime's pathetic soldiers had rendered it into scrap!
Staring down at the latest disaster, he threw down the piece he had been holding. “That is it! I am going back to bed and forget Mondays! We will try this again tomorrow!” He stalked off, leaving two shocked armies behind him. Megatron REALLY hated Mondays.
“Wreck-Garr wouldn't be giving up the remote,” the twin flyboys chorused when queried.
Optimus sighed. “You mean the three of you managed to trash half the base over the television?”
“Not the television sir Prime...” started Jetfire.
“Just the remote, sir Prime,” Jetstorm finished his twin's thought.
“We was wanting to change the channel.” They had fallen back into sync.
“Did it occur to either of you that you could get up and change it on the TV itself?”
The two looked at each other in amazement, (was such a feat even possible?) before turning back to Prime. “No?”