Prowl's not fond of some Japanese inventions.
Title: Thirty Days On the Sea: Fight! Super Robot Life Form Transformer!
Rating: PG-13 - Humor
Pairings: Implied Sam x Mikaela (Or Bumblebee x Sam x Mikaela if you wanna squint)
Characters: Sam, Mikaela, Bumblebee, Jazz, Prowl, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe.
Summary: Companion piece for the The Pocky Factor. Prowl is still in need of a new Alt Mode and Sideswipe is more than willing to help him out.
Notes: This is what happens when I find extended theme songs of certain shows. And yes, that up there is the translated title of the G1 Cartoon in ze Japan.
Thanks to nkfloofiepoof for beta reading this for me.
Prowl grumbled unhappily, going through several data pads containing reports, requisitions, and other assorted 'paperwork'. Normally, he didn't mind being stuck in a room doing this kind of work, but right now, he was one very unhappy Autobot.
Since his arrival to Tranquility, he had been stuck in the new Autobot base. Optimus Prime and Ratchet forbade him to go outside once they realized Prowl's alt mode had more than just a few cosmetic inconveniences. His decision to land before he was scheduled kept coming back to haunt him and make his life utterly miserable. Why humans would go about driving on two different sides?!
It was just his luck he landed in one of the few places on this Primus forbidden planet that drove on the opposite side of the standard for the United States where the Autobots currently resided.
He didn't have much trouble maneuvering in Tranquility overnight. But in daylight, it would be a lot more confusing, and, needless to say, it would prompt suspicion. He asked to be allowed to just go and scan the first vehicle he could to be able to camouflage properly while in search for a better, hopefully definitive alternate mode. But Ratchet refused to let him go without company. And, despite the fact that there were at least ten more Autobots on Earth, eight out of those ten were out of the base by the time Ratchet growled his instructions.
And Prowl wasn't desperate enough to wish to go into Tranquility with Wheeljack. He knew how distracted the engineer could become when surrounded by a plethora of new organisms, technology, or habits. No way in the Pit was he going to risk taking Wheeljack as an escort.
Of course, he could also go with the twins, but the brats were currently visiting the Witwicky family and, according to Bumblebee, acquainting with some local traditions. Little did he know these traditions involved cartoons and other live action shows on the morning roster.
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"Wait, wait, wait. Explain to me this again?" Sideswipe asked in his car mode, watching the large screen Ron Witwicky installed in the back yard some weeks ago to allow Sam, Mikaela, and Bumblebee to watch TV together as if they were in a drive-in movie. "These robots are controlled by humans? How? Why?"
"That's just gross," Sunstreaker voiced his distaste with a shift of his front tires.
"Well, yes and no," Sam scratched his head, trying to find a way to explain the concept of the 'Zords' to the Lamborghini twins. "They are robots, yes, but some aren't sentient like you guys. They need humans to control their movements and what they do."
"Never mind those are human guys wearing a costume and stepping on models," Mikaela interjected with amusement in regards to Sunstreaker's reaction. "Technically, you guys would have humans controlling you, since you're cars, you know?"
"That's a completely different issue. It's a disguise." The Lamborghini Murcielago shifted his tires again.
"Right," the girl chuckled softly and shifted a bit in Bumblebee's seat to get more comfortable. "Now hush it, my favorite series is coming next."
"I had no idea you liked SPD, Mikaela." Sam quirked an eyebrow. The idea of his girlfriend liking sentai series felt rather unreal.
"It's got its moments. And they've got uniforms - you know what they say about women and uniforms."
At that moment, Sam began to ponder if he should join the local police department or the army if said uniforms triggered such responses from the female population.
"Woaaah!" If Sideswipe were in robot mode his optics would be wide with excitement. "Are those cops?"
"Sorta," Bumblebee, who was used to watching this show by now, explained the basics about this SPD force to the pair of Lambos.
"The dog guy reminds me of Prowl."
"You think? I don't see the resemblance, Sunny." Sideswipe observed the aliens scaley dog that was apparently the 'big boss' of the task force in the show. "I mean, Prowl's not that bad looking."
"I'm not talking about his appearance, moron!" Sunstreaker huffed in exasperation and revved his engine to punctuate his diminishing patience. "I bet this dog has a pipe up his aft, too."
"Boys, I really didn't need that visual dancing in my mind," the human female groaned and covered her face while she tried to push bad, bad mental images away from her brain.
"Huh, now that you mention it..." the Lamborghini Reventon's voice dripped that unmistakable hint of perverse plotting. Surely, a few minutes later he was scanning the internet in search for an specific graphic. "Hey guys, I gotta go!"
Before anyone could ask anything, the red Lamborghini drove away from the Witwicky's home, quickly followed by his cursing twin. "What the slag are you up to now?"
"Remember Prowl is in need for a new alternate mode?" If Sideswipe were in robot mode at that moment, Sunstreaker was sure his brother's grin would make the Cheshire cat pout with shame.
"You're fragged, little brother. Totally fragged."
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The next day, when Sam and Mikaela were visiting the Autobot base, they watched in bewilderment as a black and white vehicle sped up over the road, passing them by barely under the speed limits. The vehicle seemed oddly familiar, and when they recognized it, the pair began to wonder if Disney decided to start filming in the USA again.
Much to their surprise, the vehicle was heading exactly to the same place they were and began to worry about someone discovering the location of the Autobot base. Bumblebee, however, didn't seem too worried, and it didn't take them long to realize why.
When the yellow Camaro stopped by the entrance next to the other vehicle, the two teens' eyes widened when said black and white car transformed. "Prowl?" Sam stuttered, covering his mouth just in time to hide the goofy smile that crept to his lips.
"Greetings, Sam. Mikaela." The tactician nodded curtly to the young humans, seeming fairly content of reaching the base.
"What the heck happened to you?!" Mikaela couldn't hold it, the different colored stripes adorning the chest of the strategist just looked bizarre against the serious visage of Prowl.
"Sideswipe scanned a new alt mode for me. I went to town to test it." Prowl raised an optic ridge at the look he was getting from the humans, and Bumblebee now transformed into his robot mode had a very odd air about him. "Though I seemed to garner plenty of attention; many people began to take pictures of my alt mode, and I'm not sure why."
"Prowl," Mikaela tried her best to fight back a giggle. "You're an SPD cruiser."
"A what?"
"SPD Cruiser. Space Patrol Delta," Sam supplied though his hand was still covering his grin for the most part.
"Space Patrol? It's a specialized taskforce? I thought your space programs were developed in a different state?" Prowl supposed the rarity of a vehicle associated with a space program would garner some attention, so that, at least, solved the mystery of the unexpected public attention.
"Er, no Prowl."
"Ah, Prowler, there ya are! Prime wants to see ya imm-- what the frag?" Jazz looked the tactician over from tip to toe and then back up, clasping both clawed hands to his mouth to hide his own grin. Jazz, too, knew what SPD really stood [up] for. And there was Prowl bearing a little too proudly the colored stripes of the SPD Squad, stylized black star and black and white paintjob with the SPD logos all over him.
Prowl, however, was beginning to get uncomfortable with the looks he was getting. It was at that moment that Bumblebee decided to bring his radio to life, playing a song that everyone present --with the exception of Prowl-- knew very well by now. "Power Rangers SPD~ Power Rangers to the Rescue," Bumblebee began to sing with no little amusement.
Out of nowhere, the twin terrors popped their heads out the doors of the entrance. "Heroes on your side, Heroes for all time, Out to save the universe," Sideswipe and Sunstreaker sang with no little smiles.
Jazz couldn't help himself and joined the chorus, "No matter where you are, If it's near or far you can always call out:"
And finally the four Autobots sang together,"Space Patrol, Space Patrol, Space Patrol, Space Patrol Delta!"
Prowl looked around at the ensemble, before setting his sight on Sam who was now curled on the ground, holding his sides as he laughed as hard and loud as he could. Mikaela was fanning the poor boy who was turning red from laughing so much.
The Autobot strategist decided to look up this SPD on the internet, and after going through all the information he could find, he turned to glare at red Lamborghini. "Sideswipe, you've got ten seconds to start running."
"I'm gone!" Sideswipe cackled and took off into the depths of the base, quickly followed by his brother.
"Don't go obliteratin' the Lambos now, Prowl." Jazz grinned.
"Obliteration will look pleasant compared to what I'm about to do to them."
"Aww, but ya look awesome, Prowler Ranger!"
"Bite me, Jazz," Prowl growled in embarrassment. Embarrassment that grew ten times when the Solstice purred with a perverse grin, "Is that an invitation?"
"The four of you are so dead. And that includes you, too, Bumblebee!" With that, the SPD cruiser took after Sideswipe and the Megazord Sunstreaker.
Jazz watched the strategist rush into the base to chase down the twins and grinned again. "Go Go Prowler Ranger."
Rating: PG-13 - Humor
Pairings: Implied Sam x Mikaela (Or Bumblebee x Sam x Mikaela if you wanna squint)
Characters: Sam, Mikaela, Bumblebee, Jazz, Prowl, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe.
Summary: Companion piece for the The Pocky Factor. Prowl is still in need of a new Alt Mode and Sideswipe is more than willing to help him out.
Notes: This is what happens when I find extended theme songs of certain shows. And yes, that up there is the translated title of the G1 Cartoon in ze Japan.
Thanks to nkfloofiepoof for beta reading this for me.
Prowl grumbled unhappily, going through several data pads containing reports, requisitions, and other assorted 'paperwork'. Normally, he didn't mind being stuck in a room doing this kind of work, but right now, he was one very unhappy Autobot.
Since his arrival to Tranquility, he had been stuck in the new Autobot base. Optimus Prime and Ratchet forbade him to go outside once they realized Prowl's alt mode had more than just a few cosmetic inconveniences. His decision to land before he was scheduled kept coming back to haunt him and make his life utterly miserable. Why humans would go about driving on two different sides?!
It was just his luck he landed in one of the few places on this Primus forbidden planet that drove on the opposite side of the standard for the United States where the Autobots currently resided.
He didn't have much trouble maneuvering in Tranquility overnight. But in daylight, it would be a lot more confusing, and, needless to say, it would prompt suspicion. He asked to be allowed to just go and scan the first vehicle he could to be able to camouflage properly while in search for a better, hopefully definitive alternate mode. But Ratchet refused to let him go without company. And, despite the fact that there were at least ten more Autobots on Earth, eight out of those ten were out of the base by the time Ratchet growled his instructions.
And Prowl wasn't desperate enough to wish to go into Tranquility with Wheeljack. He knew how distracted the engineer could become when surrounded by a plethora of new organisms, technology, or habits. No way in the Pit was he going to risk taking Wheeljack as an escort.
Of course, he could also go with the twins, but the brats were currently visiting the Witwicky family and, according to Bumblebee, acquainting with some local traditions. Little did he know these traditions involved cartoons and other live action shows on the morning roster.
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"Wait, wait, wait. Explain to me this again?" Sideswipe asked in his car mode, watching the large screen Ron Witwicky installed in the back yard some weeks ago to allow Sam, Mikaela, and Bumblebee to watch TV together as if they were in a drive-in movie. "These robots are controlled by humans? How? Why?"
"That's just gross," Sunstreaker voiced his distaste with a shift of his front tires.
"Well, yes and no," Sam scratched his head, trying to find a way to explain the concept of the 'Zords' to the Lamborghini twins. "They are robots, yes, but some aren't sentient like you guys. They need humans to control their movements and what they do."
"Never mind those are human guys wearing a costume and stepping on models," Mikaela interjected with amusement in regards to Sunstreaker's reaction. "Technically, you guys would have humans controlling you, since you're cars, you know?"
"That's a completely different issue. It's a disguise." The Lamborghini Murcielago shifted his tires again.
"Right," the girl chuckled softly and shifted a bit in Bumblebee's seat to get more comfortable. "Now hush it, my favorite series is coming next."
"I had no idea you liked SPD, Mikaela." Sam quirked an eyebrow. The idea of his girlfriend liking sentai series felt rather unreal.
"It's got its moments. And they've got uniforms - you know what they say about women and uniforms."
At that moment, Sam began to ponder if he should join the local police department or the army if said uniforms triggered such responses from the female population.
"Woaaah!" If Sideswipe were in robot mode his optics would be wide with excitement. "Are those cops?"
"Sorta," Bumblebee, who was used to watching this show by now, explained the basics about this SPD force to the pair of Lambos.
"The dog guy reminds me of Prowl."
"You think? I don't see the resemblance, Sunny." Sideswipe observed the aliens scaley dog that was apparently the 'big boss' of the task force in the show. "I mean, Prowl's not that bad looking."
"I'm not talking about his appearance, moron!" Sunstreaker huffed in exasperation and revved his engine to punctuate his diminishing patience. "I bet this dog has a pipe up his aft, too."
"Boys, I really didn't need that visual dancing in my mind," the human female groaned and covered her face while she tried to push bad, bad mental images away from her brain.
"Huh, now that you mention it..." the Lamborghini Reventon's voice dripped that unmistakable hint of perverse plotting. Surely, a few minutes later he was scanning the internet in search for an specific graphic. "Hey guys, I gotta go!"
Before anyone could ask anything, the red Lamborghini drove away from the Witwicky's home, quickly followed by his cursing twin. "What the slag are you up to now?"
"Remember Prowl is in need for a new alternate mode?" If Sideswipe were in robot mode at that moment, Sunstreaker was sure his brother's grin would make the Cheshire cat pout with shame.
"You're fragged, little brother. Totally fragged."
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The next day, when Sam and Mikaela were visiting the Autobot base, they watched in bewilderment as a black and white vehicle sped up over the road, passing them by barely under the speed limits. The vehicle seemed oddly familiar, and when they recognized it, the pair began to wonder if Disney decided to start filming in the USA again.
Much to their surprise, the vehicle was heading exactly to the same place they were and began to worry about someone discovering the location of the Autobot base. Bumblebee, however, didn't seem too worried, and it didn't take them long to realize why.
When the yellow Camaro stopped by the entrance next to the other vehicle, the two teens' eyes widened when said black and white car transformed. "Prowl?" Sam stuttered, covering his mouth just in time to hide the goofy smile that crept to his lips.
"Greetings, Sam. Mikaela." The tactician nodded curtly to the young humans, seeming fairly content of reaching the base.
"What the heck happened to you?!" Mikaela couldn't hold it, the different colored stripes adorning the chest of the strategist just looked bizarre against the serious visage of Prowl.
"Sideswipe scanned a new alt mode for me. I went to town to test it." Prowl raised an optic ridge at the look he was getting from the humans, and Bumblebee now transformed into his robot mode had a very odd air about him. "Though I seemed to garner plenty of attention; many people began to take pictures of my alt mode, and I'm not sure why."
"Prowl," Mikaela tried her best to fight back a giggle. "You're an SPD cruiser."
"A what?"
"SPD Cruiser. Space Patrol Delta," Sam supplied though his hand was still covering his grin for the most part.
"Space Patrol? It's a specialized taskforce? I thought your space programs were developed in a different state?" Prowl supposed the rarity of a vehicle associated with a space program would garner some attention, so that, at least, solved the mystery of the unexpected public attention.
"Er, no Prowl."
"Ah, Prowler, there ya are! Prime wants to see ya imm-- what the frag?" Jazz looked the tactician over from tip to toe and then back up, clasping both clawed hands to his mouth to hide his own grin. Jazz, too, knew what SPD really stood [up] for. And there was Prowl bearing a little too proudly the colored stripes of the SPD Squad, stylized black star and black and white paintjob with the SPD logos all over him.
Prowl, however, was beginning to get uncomfortable with the looks he was getting. It was at that moment that Bumblebee decided to bring his radio to life, playing a song that everyone present --with the exception of Prowl-- knew very well by now. "Power Rangers SPD~ Power Rangers to the Rescue," Bumblebee began to sing with no little amusement.
Out of nowhere, the twin terrors popped their heads out the doors of the entrance. "Heroes on your side, Heroes for all time, Out to save the universe," Sideswipe and Sunstreaker sang with no little smiles.
Jazz couldn't help himself and joined the chorus, "No matter where you are, If it's near or far you can always call out:"
And finally the four Autobots sang together,"Space Patrol, Space Patrol, Space Patrol, Space Patrol Delta!"
Prowl looked around at the ensemble, before setting his sight on Sam who was now curled on the ground, holding his sides as he laughed as hard and loud as he could. Mikaela was fanning the poor boy who was turning red from laughing so much.
The Autobot strategist decided to look up this SPD on the internet, and after going through all the information he could find, he turned to glare at red Lamborghini. "Sideswipe, you've got ten seconds to start running."
"I'm gone!" Sideswipe cackled and took off into the depths of the base, quickly followed by his brother.
"Don't go obliteratin' the Lambos now, Prowl." Jazz grinned.
"Obliteration will look pleasant compared to what I'm about to do to them."
"Aww, but ya look awesome, Prowler Ranger!"
"Bite me, Jazz," Prowl growled in embarrassment. Embarrassment that grew ten times when the Solstice purred with a perverse grin, "Is that an invitation?"
"The four of you are so dead. And that includes you, too, Bumblebee!" With that, the SPD cruiser took after Sideswipe and the Megazord Sunstreaker.
Jazz watched the strategist rush into the base to chase down the twins and grinned again. "Go Go Prowler Ranger."