#the dining

Thursday

Prowl: Bumblebee, look at this picture. *points at the huge photo frame*

Bumblebee: Hey, those are the Jettwins I met.

Prowl: And there’s Cliffjumper.

Bumblebee: And... is that Blitzwing?

*cue in the wooden door being hacked away by something... or someone*

Prowl: Oh, it gets weirder. Look at the back row.

*frame zooms in, on the back row is Optimus, Prowl, and Bumblebee*

Bumblebee: whoa... that’s us.

*sound of the wooden door be weakened by the unknown as it get louder*

[thumping]

Prowl: Uh... do you head that?

[thumping continues]

Bumblebee: Huh? Hear what?

*wooden door burst open as Optimus shoved his head through the hole with his battle axe*

Optimus: Heeere’s Prime! [laughs crazily]

[Prowl & Bumblebee screamed and ran away from Prime]

Optimus: What? It was an axe-ident. [laughs manically]

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Monday

Bumblebee: So far, so good. We’re one day in and nobody’s has gone crazy.

Prowl: Speak for yourself.

*Optimus was tossing a miniature ball at Prowl, ball rolls back to Optimus and repeat the process*

Optimus: All work and no play make Optimus a dull mech. All work and no play make Optimus a dull mech. [laughs]

Prowl: Shouldn’t you be typing the pun book?

Optimus: Type? I don’t have any patience. That’s why I’m dictating it. Siri, read chapter one back to me.

Siri: All work and no play make Optimus a dull mech. [repeats again & again]

[Optimus laughs & Prowl grumbles]

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Tuesday

[Bumblebee is cruising through the hallway in his alt mode]

Bumblebee: *singing* ridin’ the four wheeler, riding along. Ridin’ through the hallway as I make up this song.

[as he rounded the corner of the end, the Jettwins were there side by side]

Jettwins: (both, eerily) come play with us.

Bumblebee: Whoa!

[now the twins disappeared as he shaped back to his original alt]

Bumblebee: hey, where’d they go?

Jettwins: (reappearing) come play with us, Bumble-bot.

Bumblebee: [startled yelp] I prefer Wasp calling me that.

Jettwins: come play with us.

Bumblebee: (closing his optics) okay, look, I’m gonna open my optics now, and I want both of you to be gone now, okay? Okay?

[when Bumblebee opened his optics, the twins were a disgusting mess as if someone had ripped them opened and shredded, coated in energon]

Jettwins: come play with us

[Bumblebee screams in horror]

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Longarm: I sure do appreciate you boys volunteering to look after my remarkably creepy hotel.

Bumblebee: Are you kidding? This place is “a-mazie-ing.” [laughing]

Optimus Prime: Yeah. Should be terrifying.

Prowl: I’m with Prime. Not little scared. Hey, no jokes.

Bumblebee: Aw come on. This place is what I need to finish my pun book, The Wasp Washup.

Longarm: Well that was a coinkiding, my last caretaker was named Wasp.

Prowl: [hint of nervous] Uh... was?

Longarm: Yes, but by the end of the first week, his mind shriveled into something else entirely.

Optimums Prime: What? Like a nutjob?

Longarm: worse — A nutcase!

*In the far corner next the door is Wasp in a straitjacket*

Wasp: [babbling manically]

Longarm: FYI, the dining room is wicked-haunted, and you probably want to steer clear of it altogether.

Optimus & Prowl: Huh!!!

Longarm: come on now, Wasp. Let’s get you to the nuthouse. Later fellas.

Wasp: [babbling manically]

*Longarm proceeded to kick Wasp out the door then left*

Optimus Prime: So... I’m having second thoughts.

Prowl: Bumblebee too. I think he already left.

Bumblebee: Hey! Hey, guys, hey!

*Bumblebee poked his head out of the haunted dining room*

Bumblebee: you wouldn’t believe the size of this dining room!

Optimus Prime: Gulp?

Prowl: I’m gonna go with double-gulp.

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