Advent, Day Seven

Prowl: Alright. It's been twenty-four local hours since the start of the operation. All teams report.



Hound: This is team "Antler Papa" reporting. We've got nothing here but our namesake and he's in no condition to continue.

Father Deer: Yes, I am! Jetfire, tell him I'm still--

Jetfire: Shhh...


Sunstreaker: This is team "Better Than You" reporting in. Hound, we found a few more rolls of cling wrap. You want we should take some back to base for you.

Sideswipe: *giggles*


Hound: This is serious you two. We have to find that baby deer Prowl and Grimlock scared off before the little guy gets into serious trouble. If you can't handle radio responsibilities you should just get off.


Sunstreaker: Your mom gets off!

Sideswipe: Bah!! You got to warn me, bro'. I was taking a swig of oil. Now its running out my olfactory receptor.


Prowl: Sunstreaker and Sideswipe! Stop insulting Hound's mother.

Hound (voice): We're robots we don't have mothers.

Prowl: Just drop it! Now, if we're going to find this baby deer before Prime gets back we need to focus. Ironhide? 'Bee? You out there?



Bumblebee: We're here. We were just wondering how Prowl could remain head of security when he can't even keep track of a infant fleshling.

Ironhide: Stick it to 'im, 'Bee!



Prowl: It's Grimlock he can just be so Primus-damned annoying!

Sunstreaker (voice): Speaking of our favorite wordsmith, where is Grimlock?

Prowl: I--ah...oh, slag!

Mirage: tee hee!



Meanwhile, Somewhere Else...

Grimlock: Baby Deer! Come out, come out where ever Baby Deer are! Me, Grimlock am looking for you. Baby Deer!



Eventually...

Grimlock: Ah, maybe Baby Deer return to magic box. Maybe Baby Deer think it home. Oh! Who you?



Momma Deer: Please! You must help me find my son before his father kills him as part of an ancient ritual to hasten the unmaking of this world.

Grimlock: ....

Momma Deer: Are you going to eat me?