Optimus's thoughts ran through his head as he quickly speeded home. His mind was one 2 things. One, Sideswipe and two, Wheeljack. He received a call from Ratchet telling him that Wheeljack was making a mess and he needed help. And Sideswipe was with him. Damn that kid. Always getting himself into trouble.

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Once he arrived he immediately swung the door open. Ratchet was right. It was a mess. Food was on the floor, oil spills too and even some-wait. Was that? No, he wouldn't. Prime ran to the sound of bad singing, and what he saw will never leave his brain. He saw Wheeljack and Sideswipe with bottles in there hands dancing and singing to music. Well at least the kids weren't around. Although he still wasn't happy.

He turned off the music as the two looked at him. With anger, and drunkness. "Hey c-c-c-oooooooooommmmmmmm oooooooooonnn!"

"That w-w-was our favorite (hiccup) song." Prime responded with an annoyed looked and facepalmed. "For now on, Heatwave's watching them." he said as he knocked out both of them with a slap (only b/c there was literally no other way to get them to fall asleep) and put Sideswipe over his shoulder. "This is not going to end well for either of you two."

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Over an hour later, Prime managed to get Sideswipe home. And now, he had to deal with Wheeljack. "Well, I already took Sideswipe home. Might as well let him stay here. Besides, I am not going back outside until morning." he said as he dragged Wheeljack to a spare room. Prime may have been bigger but Wheeljack was still real heavy.