It was still early in the morning when Bumblebee first woke up, but then again it always was. He was always up before everyone else. Today though was another story, today he was not only awake, but he was WIDE-awake. The little yellow bot got up and walked, no, ran, out into the main hall to see who else had already gotten up.
Usually when he walked into the main bay he was lucky to see anyone. He always saw Prime, and sometimes he saw Ironhide, Prowl or even Hound but today just about everyone was a wake.
Jazz who was quite known to sleep in was at one of the Arc’s many computers listening to a private music program. The two twins, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, (who were never known for being up before eleven a-clock) were arm-wrestling each other with Brawn as the referee.
Even Ratchet and Wheeljack were a wake. They were both in Ratchet’s half closed office door. By the looks of things something made Ratchet mad because he was using wide gestures and opening his mouth REALLY wide while Wheeljack’s blinker thing was going a mile-a-minute.
Cautiously, Bumblebee went to talk to the red and yellow bots first. “Hey guys, whatcha up to?”
“What?” asked Sunstreaker as he turned his attention away from his brother, for only a second, but sure enough Sideswipe pinned his arm against his.
“HA, gotcha! I think that’s another one for me!” Sunstreaker growled at his brother before he shot his glair towards Bumblebee.
“Can’t you see I’m busy Bumblebee?! Can’t you find someone else to bug, go bother Jazz or Spike!” Bumblebee turned away; apparently they forgot which wasn’t all that surprising for them. It was times like this he wished Spike were here. (Not that he ever wanted Spike not to be here) Spike and Sparkplug had both gone to some place called California to visit an ancestor of some kind for a week. As Bumblebee recalled it was called a Grandmother. Either way Spike wasn’t home, so he went to Jazz like Sunstreaker had said.
“Jazz?” Bumblebee said as he walked up to the console of Jazz’s computer. “Jazz? Hello can you hear me? Hello?” Seeing Jazz wasn’t paying any attention to him at all, he started to wave his hands high in the air while jumping up and down, and when that didn’t work he shook him as hard as he could.
“You know for a little guy you have quite a grip.” Jazz said still being shaken. “Is there somethin’ you’re lookin’ for?” Jazz took Bumblebee’s hands off of his own shoulders and placed them back at Bumblebee’s sides.
“Yeah, why is everyone up so early did I miss somethin’? I mean not even you are up this early!”
“This early…Bee, m’man did you look at the time?”
“No why?”
“Well… It’s like eleven a-clock.” Jazz just had to smile when Bumblebee open his mouth wide.
“What do you mean it’s like seven thirty, that’s the time I always get up!”
“When then, you slept in.” Jazz handed Bumblebee a small portable clock that was set to earth time.
“It can’t be..” he mumbled, “I never sleep in.”
“Well then welcome to the normal bots life.” Jazz spun back around in his chair laughing. Bumblebee couldn’t believe it, he had to find out the real time, so he went Optimus. (if anyone would know the time Prime would)
Optimus was sitting in a chair at Telatran 1 with Ironhide who was leaning on the keyboard. They were just sitting and talking like they did everyday. (Nothing-new there) Quietly Bumblebee walked over to the two very (at least for his size) large Autobots.
“Umm.. Hi Prime, hi Ironhide.” He waved his small hand, “can I ask you a question?”
Optimus Prime knelt down to Bumblebee’s height, “Yes of course, Bumblebee what is it?”
“Well.. uhh do you know what day and time it is?” Prime looked up to Ironhide, and Ironhide just shrugged his shoulders. Prime turned back to the young Autobot, “It’s Friday, October 25th.”
“And the time?”
Prime looked at Telatran’s clock, “ten fifty-six?” Bumblebee muttered something
“Okay, uh sorry Prime I guess I just got the time mixed up. I’m going to go uhh...uhh I’ll go to my duty. If you’ll excuse me?” and Bumblebee ran off. Bumblebee walked out side of the Arc where he found Hound and Beachcomber studying a plant of some kind. “Hey guys, what’s that?” Bumblebee pointed to the plant.
“Oh hi Bee I didn’t see ya there, so is there something you wanted?” “Ummm. No just what to talk to some one, no one seems to remember…” Bumblebee sighed. “Remember what?” They said in unison. “Well…..” Just then Cliffjumper came out. “Hey Bumblebee, Spikes on the phone. He wants to talk to ya.” Bumblebee came running through the door. “At least Spike remembered, I knew he wouldn’t forget,” he said as he ran passed Cliffjumper. Cliffjumper said while he eyed the other bots sitting on the ground. “Remember what?!” He picked up the phone, “Hey.. Spike! Yeah…. Umm … No.. I guess not…..no.. It’s alright…Yeah okay…I’ll see ya soon.. Yeah.. bye.” He hung up the phone mumbling under his breath. “Well what did he want?” asked Cliffjumper. “HE WANTED ME TO FEED HIS FISH!!!!” he shouted as loud as he could, and through up his hands. Bumblebee stormed off with his hands still in the air as he transformed and drove off for Spikes house. As soon as Bumblebee was out of sight Cliffjumper laughed so hard he thought he was going to bust a gasket. “Alright everyone he’s gone,” Cliffjumper shouted. Everyone stopped what hey were doing. Jazz turned off the computer, the twins stopped their game and Ratchet and Wheeljack came out laughing together. “Guess it worked, Bumblebee actually thinks we forgot his birthday! Can you believe it?” Cliffjumper shouted while everyone else started to laugh. “All right Autobots lets get this mission underway. Jazz, you find the music. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe you have the decorations. Ratchet, Wheeljack your in charge of the refreshments, and Hound and you find Thumper, Spike, and Sparkplug, to get his gifts. Now transform and roll out!” “Hey Prime just one question.” “What Sunstreaker?” “Tomorrow can we please get up at a decent hour? Don’t you think seven am is a little early? ” “As I said Autobots ROLL OUT!” Sunstreaker groaned as they all transformed and headed off to do there duties. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Bumblebee’s thoughts…. I can’t believe they all forgot even Spike my best friend can’t remember, am I that easy to forget? I mean it was even written on the calendars! Maybe they did remember and I’m just jumping to conclusions about this, but then why didn’t they say anything? Prime didn’t even mention that I had slept in which is kinda weird, but I guess it wasn’t that important. They couldn’t just forget, could they? Well maybe I should just back off a while maybe I am just jumping ahead of things. Then again maybe I’m not. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Meanwhile…… Hound had successfully found Thumper, Spike and Sparkplug at the local hotel in Oregon, where they had been for the last week hiding from Bumblebee. When Hound got there though, he wasn’t welcome with open arms. Much to Thumper’s discomfort Prime wouldn’t let her get a separate room from Spike and Sparkplug, mostly because legally she was under the age to rent one. Twelve-year-olds aren’t usually allowed to rent a room for themselves. She most likely didn’t enjoy herself, especially since she wasn’t Spike and Sparkplug’s biggest fan; usually she tried to stay as far away from them as she could. Spike drove her insane, it was like a big brother, he was constantly there for one reason only: to bother her. “I thought you would never come! If I have to stay here one more night with these two I swear,” she pointed directly at Spike and his father “they wont live to see another day! They’re driving me insane! Bumblebee better appreciate what I going through for him. Why do I even need to get him a present, this was my gift, to put up with them for a week!” She continued to mumble as they loaded their suitcases into the back of Hound. “I still don’t see what you’re yelling about. What did we do that was so horrible? You weren’t even in the same room as us most of the time,” shouted Spike. “What did you do? What did YOU do? Think about that a minute before you answer that Spike!” Thumper flopped into the first seat in Hound and crossed her arms. “You not only got the cheapest hotel in Oregon but you made me watch football all night long, you made me cook dinner, and clean up all the garbage you left all over the place and if I have to find one more ‘Car Show’ magazine Sparkplug I’m throwing it out the window!” Hound chuckled “You know you sound like you’re married to them or something.” “Hey, were did you get that little comment?” She sneered. “From those T.V. sitcoms you watch.” She sighed and leaned further back in the seat “Alright lets just get this over with okay, to ‘Pep boys’ Hound,” She said as they drove off in the distance. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Back the Ark….. “Are you sure it said twenty cups yeast?” Ratchet said looking at the cups, bowls and ingredients before him and Wheeljack. “Well that’s what the book says, or at least I think that’s what it says.” “Alright, but if that’s not what it says then you’ll clean up the mess!” “Yeah, yeah I get it.” Ratchet placed the cups of yeast in the bowl. “Alright what’s next?” Ratchet gave a deep sigh. He kept thinking the same thing over and over in this mind ‘Why me, why did I agree to this I can’t cook!’ “Uhh two cups flour.” Ratchet ripped through the bag, when the bag fell to the ground and cover both Ratchet and Wheeljack in a cloud of four. Ratchet was covered completely in the white powder from head to toe, what little color he had was all white. “THAT’S IT I’VE HAD IT!!!” He throw his arms in the air while splitting out the four from around his mouth, “ I can do this! I wont do this any more.” He stormed out of the office. “Hey, wait Ratch I’m not gonna do this alone! What about Bumblebee’s birthday?” Ratchet turned around and glanced at Wheeljack. Wheeljack continued, “And more importantly what are you going to do Optimus when sees there’s no cake?” His frown turned into a smile, “I’ve got an idea!” “You’ve got an idea, why does that sound dangerous?” “Never mind that com’ on!” And Wheeljack threw what they all ready completed in the oven (If Ratchet’s “plan” doesn’t come out the way he wanted, which did happen once and a while, they would have something) and ran out the door following close behind Ratchet. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Elsewhere in the Ark… Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are rummaging thru boxes and boxes of old decorations used back when they had to celebrate Ironhide’s birthday years and years ago. “You know I don’t think Optimus would be too happy if we use these. I mean, I don’t think we should use “’You’ve been over the hill for years now, we’re just now telling you’ banners and decorations.” “Well Side’, what else can we do we can’t just walk into ‘Party City’ either you know, I think we might attract a little bit of unwanted attention!” Sunstreaker said sarcastically, while his head remained in the boxes. Sideswipe nudged his brother playfully, “Ohhh com’on bro where’s your sense of adventure? I think we can come up with somethin’ better than this!” “Oh yeah what-” but by the time he stuck his head out of the bow Sideswipe was speeding off in the distance leaving only a cloud of dust behind. (mumbling) “why that little...” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The Arc... Bumblebee pulls up to the arc and casually enters his code for entrance, but the door doesn’t open. He tries again and again but the door doesn’t respond. “Oh com’n what’s the deal?” Finally he gets a respond from Telatran. “Member deleted, please leave the premises immediately,” it repeated over and over. ‘Well fine if that’s the way the ant to be maybe I’ll just leave the arc forever!’ He thought to himself and took off into the distance. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Wheeljack’s workshop... “This is never gonna work Ratchet. What if they catch you?” Wheeljack said as they continued to paint over Ratchet’s red crosses. “What do you have a better idea?” “No, but well look at this. Do you really think painting your self as a ‘Bob’s Bakery’ truck, and taking off with a cake, is a really great idea? What will Prime do when he finds out?” “First off all I’ not ‘taking off with the cake,’ I’m leaving the money. Second of all how is Prime gonna know? The only ones that know are me and you.” “Yeah but I dunno, i think we better just stick to the first idea.” “Oh yeah that’s a real good idea, what you want to blow up a cake as well as your workshop.” Wheeljack frowned.
