Wandering about the Autobot base wasn't exactly how I wanted to spend my entire Saturday. I wanted some action, or at least something to happen to keep me entertained. I eventually decide to make my way back to the main room of the base, and head to the couch for us humans, flopping down on it. I dramatically sigh, and drape my arm across my face. I peek out from under my arm, to see if I've drawn anyone's attention, but I haven't, disappointing me. I try sighing louder, once more, and this time I'm successful.

"What's with all the huffin' and puffin' over there?" A voice questions.

I lift my arm off my face completely, and sit up straight, seeing that it's Wheeljack who spoke up.

"Oh, nothing." I say, making sure to drag out the 'O' sound in nothing.

"Yeah. Sure sounds like it." He huffs.

"Like you really care." I shoot back.

"I don't." He tells me. "What I do care about is the annoying noise you keep making that's bothering me."

I glare at him, before explaining that I'm bored. Bored out of my mind.

"Well what am I supposed to do 'bout that?" He asks.

"I don't know!!" I shriek as I throw my hands up in the air. "If I knew, I wouldn't be bored!"

I look at Wheeljack as he grows quiet for a few moments. It kind of scares me, because whenever he's quiet, something interesting -or bad- is bound to happen. My thoughts are proven right, when he reaches out his hand and says,

"Come on. Let's play a prank."

I mull it over in my head for a moment, before grinning and stepping onto his hand.

"Alright, but you're taking the blame and any wrenches to the head if we get in trouble."

I listen to him chuckle, and and respond,

"It's a deal."

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Wheeljack and I almost instantly come up with a brilliant idea (well, it's brilliant to us), and soon begin to find the stuff to put it into motion.

I stand guard, well, I stand guard as good as I can being a tiny human in a giant base, while Wheeljack raids the supply room for our "necessary" items.

I begin to grow nervous the longer he's in the room, because if some bot were to catch us, I can guarantee I wouldn't be stopping them!

Eventually Wheeljack walks out of the supply room with some energon and a vial of some sort of liquid, chuckling to himself. He walks up to me and sticks a hand out, and I hop on eagerly.

"So what's that stuff?" I ask, pointing to the vial.

Wheeljack came up with the prank, and I just went along with it, even though he never told me the details.

"This," He explains to me. "Is a small sample of nightmare fuel."

"Uh, nightmare fuel? That doesn't exactly sound too good. What does it do?" I ask, a little wary of what this substance could do.

"It's nothing to worry about, really. Just stick a bit of this in a bot's energon, and boom! You get, in human terms, a drunk bot."

"Seriously? That's it? That's awesome!" I pause for a moment, before looking back up at him. "Well, now it's time to answer the biggest question; who's getting the fuel?"

Wheeljack falls silent for a moment, a slight frown adorning his face, before quickly being replaced by a huge, cheeky grin.

"Magnus. It's gonna be Ultra Magnus."

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A few hours later, both Wheeljack and I are waiting at one end of the main room of the base, while the other bots are spread around the area as well. We informed a few of our prank, and the others just happened to be there by chance. Wheeljack and I are both trying to contain our laughter before Ultra Magnus walks in, so we don't blow our, we're-completely-innocent cover, which already wasn't strong to begin with.

Somehow we managed to make sure that everyone else had their energon so that Magnus will be the only one to take the first one set aside in the room where we store the energon, which just so happens to be the one we put the nightmare fuel into. Don't ask me how Wheeljack made it happen, I kind of think he had some help from Bulkhead.

I watch with eager eyes as he walks into the room of the base that is now occupied by everyone, tampered energon in hand. I was informed previously by the former Wrecker that since Ultra Magnus doesn't have a high tolerance for alcohol and the likes, the effects of the nightmare fuel should happen almost instantaneously. I had my phone out and ready to video, because believe me, this is not something that I'd miss taping! The second in command finally takes drink of the liquid, and the base grows quieter than before as he lowers the cup from his face. The mech grimaces, as if he tasted something unpleasant, and I begin to worry that he's caught onto our plan.

"Ratchet, I do believe you should check our energon. There seems to be a bit of a different taste to it." He says, swirling the blue liquid around a bit, before taking another sip. "It's slightly bitter."

Ratchet just grunts in response, and I let loose a small giggle. Wheeljack frantically tries to shush me, which only causes me to laugh harder. I do managed to shut up when the bot of the hour turns to glare at me, before turning back to the datapad he had begun to read just seconds before. I glance at Wheeljack, and tap his pede so he'll lift me up. I motion for him to move closer, and I whisper in his audio receptors; the robot equivalent of ears.

"Why isn't is working yet Jackie? I thought you sa-"

"Just wait! It should come into effect any second now!" he cuts me off, matching my quieted tone.

I redirect my attention back to the Second In Command with a sigh, but Wheeljack is proven right when seconds after Ultra Magnus starts... giggling. Like crazy. It looks like he's going to pass out from how hard he's laughing, which draws some shocked looks from a few of the bots in the room, mainly Smokescreen, Ratchet, and Arcee.

"Ultra Magnus, are you... alright?" Ratchet asks warily, takes a few steps towards the mech.

"I have NEVER been better! I feel JUST fabulous!" Ultra Magnus cries out, startling everyone in the room, including Wheeljack and I. "I feeeeeel sooo happy~!"

The blue robot begins to dance and prance around the room, not aware of my phone's camera following him. He shakes and twirls, as if he's pretending to be a ballerina. He spings around once more, coming to a stop in front of our medic, and grabs his arm, pulling him into yet another twirl. Ratchet, stunned, rolls along with it, until he comes to his senses, and yanks his arm out of the SIC's grip.

" What the frag is wrong with you Ultra Magnus?" Ratchet glares at him, before stalking back over to his work, grumbling under his breath the entire time.

Ultra Magnus looks upset for a few moments, but bounces back rather quickly. He darts off quickly, and comes back a few moments later with a giant... metal box in his arms.

I look at Wheeljack, confused, as his optics widen in realization.
"Keep that camera out, cause that thing he brought in is a Cybertronian version of what you humans call a Kareoke machine."

I glance back at Ultra Magnus as he fumbles around, trying to set it up, before turning back to Wheeljack, who's trying not to laugh. They seriously have a Kareoke machine here?

A loud burst of feedback shrieks throughout the base, causing everyone to cover their ears and the likes. Quickly the feedback is replaced by loud music, the intro into Whitney Houston's Wanna Dance With Somebody. The SIC starts singing, and to say that it was bad, is a Cybertronian-sized understatement.

He had no tune, was stumbling around (trying to dance), but he seemed so happy nobody tried to stop him. That, and the fact nearly everyone sprinted from the room as fast as they could when he belted out the first words!

I'm stuck between crying and laughing my ass off, when suddenly it becomes quiet, and then a loud clang is heard.

Everyone comes out of their hiding spots, seeing that the giant mech has passed out, and is snoring slightly.

Ratchet lets out a sigh of relief, and turns to face Wheeljack and I with a glare.

"Since you two are at fault, you two can help clean up this mess. Wheeljack, Bulkhead, please carry Ultra Magnus to his berth room, and Bumblebee, help Lucy put away the kareoke machine."

We all sigh, and get to work.

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The next day, Ultra Magnus was told about the... events of the previous night, and he wasn't too happy. He was harder on Wheeljack than anyone else when they trained, but Jackie kept saying that the video I took (and kept showing everyone) made it worth it!