It was finally time for Santa's arrival, and Wheeljack had his optics trained to the skies. So far the alarms hadn't gone off, and there was no Santa in sight. Standing his ground, Wheeljack stood precisely where he'd planned during the night.
But what was that in the distance? A sound!
"It's over, Santa! It ends now!"
Oh wait... That wasn't Santa.
It was Thrust.
Oops.











