Paper Mush

Disclaimer: HASBRO owns the all. Alas...

Author's Note: By request, I'm writting up the results of the prank. It's really short, but I hope you'll at least get a chuckle out of it.


Sideswipe was practically dragged down the corridor by his helmet horn by his very irate, and very colorful, leader.

"Ow, could you let go? I can walk you know?"

"Keep quiet, you're in enough trouble as it is," Prime commanded, taking him into his office and sitting down in a chair in front of his desk. He then just tstood in front of the red warrior, glaring.

"Oh come on, it was just a little prank," Sideswipe protested. "Can't you take a joke?"

"Not one that was ill timed and not appropriote..."

"Oh geeze, here we go with the speech, I hate these. I wonder what I did with that pink paint I had? Does Sunny know I used the last of his wax on the floor the other day?" Sideswipe let his mind wander as he propped his head up in his hand, nodding at the right moments as Prime ranted, waving his arms to make his point.

"...Now, bend over."

Sideswipe's optics widened as his head snapped up. Did Prime just say what he thought he said?

"Excuse me?" He asked, too shocked to be any more formal. Did Prime just ask him what he thought he asked him?

"Stand up and bend over," Prime repeated, crossing his arms imposingly.

"What? No!" Sideswipe stared at his leader in shock, cowering back in his chair. This wasn't like Prime at all! He must've got him in a REALLY bad mood.

"Are you defying an order?" Prime questioned. "Because if you are, I could always tack a couple months onto your time in the brig."

Sideswipe sighed in defeat. He wasn't in the mood to argue at the moment, so he complied with Prime's orders. He glanced over his shoulder just in time to see Prime's hand make contact with his aft, causing him to jump up.

"OW!" He yelled, grabbing onto his aft while doing a little painfilled dance. "That was HARD! I'll probably have a hand print there now!"

"Now, I'll have Prowl escort you to the brig. Dismissed." Prime turned to page the Dastun.

"Escort our young friend here to the brig Prowl," Prime told him when he finally walked in, fixing Sideswipe with the coldest stare he ever saw his leader give him.

"Yes Prime." He took hold of Sideswipe's arm and walked off, pulling him along.

"You will stay here until further notice," Prowl told him, locking the brig's door and leaving Sideswipe to brood.

Sideswipe scowled, crossing his arms tightly across himself. He hated being in the brig! Why couldn't they just let him off with a slap on the wrist like the always do?

What seemed like a couple hours later, Prowl came back in, a certain gold bot on tow.

"Don't cause any more trouble," Prowl commanded, leaving the twins alone, which was against his better judgment, but what could he do?

Sunstreaker didn't say anything to his twin. He just stood with a sour look on his face, grinding his mendenta audiably.

"Prime got you too huh?" Sideswipe asked, cautiously approaching his twin.

"Why else would I be here?" Sunstreaker spat out, sitting down on the berth. Sideswipe plopped down next to him, sighing.

" was your day?" Sideswipe asked, earning himself a death glare from his counterpart.


Sorry about the OOC Prime. The story wouldn't have worked without him though.