*Primrose walks into a huge room filled with pillars and a huge statue. Primrose was sewing a piece of cloth in her hand, whistling a familiar tune. She leaned against the base of the statue.*

Primrose: well, that went well.

Bluebell: just go away. *was sitting in the lap of the great statue, brooding.*

Primrose: could've been worse.

Bluebell: "the weak link in the chain". That's what he called me.

Primrose: *sighs then she smiles as she continues sewing.* Well, you are rather pathetic.

Bluebell: irresponsible. Ignorant of the traditions. He practically accused me of bringing down the dynasty!

Primrose: yeah, I can see it now. There go the pyramids! *chuckles as she tears the thread with her teeth, signifying that she is done sewing.*

Bluebell: *jumps down from where she's sitting and walks over to her sister* You can laugh about it!

Primrose: statues cracking and toppling over. The Nile drying up. *She dunks the bag in a bowl of juice.* Single-handedly, you will manage to bring the greatest kingdom on Cybertron to ruin. *She walks over to the balcony.*

Bluebell: tell me this, Prim, tell me this. Why is it that every time you start something, I'm the one who ends up in trouble?

*Primrose wasn't listening as she dropped the bag of juice and when there was a loud splash, quickly accompanied by voices crying out in protest, Bluebell looked over to find Starscream and Shockwave covered in juice.*

Starscream: Oh Man!

Shockwave: Oh!

Shockwave: *looking up at the balcony and seeing Bluebell.* Ah! Bluebell, you're in trouble, young femme!

Starscream: Bluebell, get down here! I think you owe us an apology!

Shockwave: Oh my new thing!

Starscream: I am so upset!

*Bluebell groans, realizing that her sister has gotten her into trouble once more. She looks down to her right where Primrose had ducked down moments before to find her gone. She looks to her left and finds Primrose holding the bowl of juice.*

Primrose: You might as well.

Shockwave: By the power of Ra, you'll pay for this!

Starscream: We're going to tell the Pharaoh!

Shockwave: Yeah!

*Bluebell takes the bowl and dumps the remnants on the two priests, eliciting more howls of protest. The two princesses walk away, leaving the two priests complaining down below.*

Primrose: hey, I figured it out. You know what your problem is, Blue?

Bluebell: what?

Primrose: *wraps an arm around Bluebell's shoulders* You care too much.

Bluebell: *chuckles* and your problem is you don't care at all. *playfully spins Primrose who giggles*

Primrose: oh, in that case, I suppose you care a lot more than I do that we're late for the banquet for example?

*Bluebell's optics widen in horror.*