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Bluestreak was consumed with getting Sunstreaker to smile. So much so that he was quiet during this patrol shift with Bumblebee and Spike. They had questioned him on why he was on patrol with them instead of Sunstreaker. Bluestreak decided to stop at a random park with nothing else around. Then, Bluestreak provided a very long and detailed explanation, which had Spike rubbing his forehead. Bluestreak had told them about the bet, accidentally, of course.
“I don’t know what to do,” Bluestreak wailed, “I have thought of so many plans, but I can’t start them. What do I do, Bee? Is there any way I can win this bet? I don’t want”
“Blue. Calm down,” Bumblebee interrupted.
“Now, to help you, we need to think of a way to achieve the bet. What have you planned so far?” Bumblebee asked.
“Jazz gave me two tickets to a comedy show at a drive-in theatre. It’s a show, then a movie. The movie is called”
“Blue stop,” Spike injected, “That is a bad idea. Can you imagine how that would go?”.
“It wouldn’t be too bad. He likes movies, I think- “.
“But not humans. Sorry, Spike,” Bumblebee said with a quick signal to Spike.
“You’re right. What was I thinking? He would not even go with me. I don’t even know what type of movies he likes. I don’t even think I would be able to ask him anyway,” Bluestreak chattered.
“Blue. What do you know about Sunstreaker?” Bumblebee asked.
“Well, Sunstreaker is a ruthless and skilled front-line warrior. He is incredibly arrogant and vain. Sunstreaker is always complaining about our fellow Autobots”.
“True”, Spike interrupted.
“He doesn’t like mini-bots,” Bumblebee added.
“He is unwilling to help those who are having trouble keeping up. Sunstreaker doesn’t like organics at all. He”.
“We get it, Blue, but what does he like?” Spike asked.
“I... know he likes energon treats and racing. And art. He likes sketching and painting”.
“I have the perfect plan,” Spike announced.
“What? Please tell me. Please,” Bluestreak begged.
“I have two tickets to an outdoor art exhibition. You could offer one to Sunstreaker,” Spike suggested.
“I... I don’t know if I can. How would I even ask him? I couldn’t do it. He is a little rude and intimidating”.
“Blue” Bumblebee interrupted, “Just go up to him and ask him”.
“Yeah. What is the worst that could happen?” Spike continued.
Bluestreak was just about to tell Spike all the horrible things that could possibly happen when a voice came over their comms.
: Scout Bumblebee. Sniper Bluestreak:
Bumblebee winced, :Yes, Red Alert:
: Explain why you have been stationary for the past twenty Earth minutes:
:Um. We:
: Spotted something suspicious at this location. I thought it was a creature, maybe one of Soundwave's cassettes, but it turned out to be a glitch in my system. I think:
:Bluestreak. Bumblebee. Return to your patrol route. Immediately:
:Yes Sir:
The two Autobots left the park, continuing their patrol in silence.
Once the two Autobots returned to the Ark, it was chaos. Most Autobots were outside, covered in splashes of paint of various colours.
“What happened here? It looks like the time when Jazz organised a training session that used paintballs as ammo instead of blanks. I was cleaning paint out of my doorwings for weeks. I”
“Bluestreak. I think we just missed a prank done by the twins,” Bumblebee stated, looking at the colourful Autobots.
“Ah, Blue. Be glad you missed all the fun,” Smokescreen called. He was covered in splashes of pink paint, which made his door wings hang low. He was followed by Cliffjumper, who was covered in splashes of neon green.
“Be glad you did,” Cliffjumper muttered.
“The twins rigged balloons filled with various colours of paint to fall from the ceiling in certain corridors.”
“Didn’t they do this prank before?” Bumblebee asked.
“Yes, they did. I remember because Prowl and Optimus Prime got covered in neon pink sparkly paint. It was funny”.
“Well, this one was not funny. I have splashes of neon green on my frame,” Cliffjumper snapped.
“It feels sticky, too.” A look of realization came across Smokescreen's faceplate. “There is glue in this paint.”
Judging from the raised voices, many Autobots had discovered this fact. Then two yellow and red blurs exited the Ark, followed by a black and white blur with flashing police lights.
“Well, there goes the SIC and the twins. I'd better take some bets about this,” Smokescreen said before moving away to talk to other Autobots.
Bluestreak and Bumblebee watched as some of the Autobots returned to the Ark.. Some of the other Autobots tuned in to the running commentary of Blaster and the Aerialbots that were following the car chase.
“Looks like your plan, will have to wait, Bluestreak,” Spike said.
“Yeah. The twins will be in the brig for a while. I wonder for how long”.
“Properly to the end of time,” Bumblebee said.
“Come on, Spike and Bee. Place some bets,” Smokescreen called.
“See you around, Blue.” Spike and Bumblebee joined the crowd of Autobots while Bluestreak stood alone. He was safe with the knowledge that he had a plan to get Sunstreaker to smile. However, having the courage and Sunstreaker being available were his obstacles.