Going Out

by Odeena Sabnach

"Come on, please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No!"

"We promise, we'll be good!"

"For the last time, NO! I am NOT taking you guys to the movies, PERIOD."

"But it's Star Wars!" nearly everyone chorused.

"So?"

They all threw me imploring glares. Yeesh...

"Look. Do you guys think I'm crazy enough to stay in a confined space with you and dozens of other innocent people for more than one milisecond?"

There was a chorus of, "Yes!", on all possible tones.

I sighed. "Fine. So maybe I am a bit crazy. But not THAT crazy."

"I won't let them do anything", Optimus assured me quickly.

"Neither will I, nooo", Megs added.

Depth Charge was too busy bickering with Rampage. I motioned towards the two.

"Ahem."

Depth Charge quickly snapped out of it. "What? ...Oh yeah, me three." He threw Optimus an annoyed glare and then scowled at Rampage.

"Yeah, I'm counting on that", I said sarcastically.

"So then you'll take us?" Cheetor implored.

"Well...."

I dared the world to do something mean to me.

"...yeah."

Before I even finished the word, everyone was hysterical. It's a wonder how come the windows were still in one piece from all the yelling and cheering.

"This can't be good", I muttered under my breath.

Another glare at Rampage and Depth Charge confirmed my thoughts. The others didn't seem to notice or mind.

"C'mon, we have to buy tickets before they are sold out!" Cheetor yelled frantically.

All their gazes turned to me. I reached for one of the many pockets of my jeans and took out an $100 bill.

"Okay... Now who--"

"I'll go!" Terrosaur volunteered.

"Fine", I said, handing him the banknote. "You... and Rampage."

The crab scowled, but reluctantly nodded. The next instant, they rushed off: Terrosaur, through the door, like any sane person would... and Rampage, right through the wall.

The others froze.

"We'll-we'll fix that!" Optimus offered.

I gave him a skeptic look and I crossed my arms. "Really."

"I'll help", Megatron volunteered. "Along with all the other Predacons--" the rest of the guys made faces "--is that correct?" Megs finished with a hiss. Despite themselves, the other Predacons nodded.

"Fine. But I want it to be as good as new by the time those two get back, or nobody's going anywhere. Understand?"

Loud and clear.

"By the way, who wants to help me kill Rampage when he gets back?"

Depth Charge immediately raised his hand.

~

Despite the lack of time and the increasing desperation around the house, Optimus and Megatron, with a generous aid from the others, managed to patch up the wall pretty good. Of course, no-one could explain why there was an imprint of Waspinator's face there, but heck, it was better than nothing. And when Rhinox pulled a huge closet in where the hole had been, the problem was solved for good. Sure, my aunt and uncle were going to find it eventually, but by then we'd be long gone.

Rampage and Terrosaur, however, were nowhere in sight, though it had been more than an hour. I was honestly starting to think that Rampage had killed Terrosaur and fled for good, when an all-too-familiar rumble caught my ear. Before I could say anything, everyone rushed outside. I shrugged and followed them.

"What the heck are you doing?" I asked in puzzlement, as Optimus and Megatron were placing the others in various points around the house.

"I won't risk another incident, nooo".

I grinned at Megatron. "Really. Appreciate that."

Just then, the two came in sight. Naturally, Rampage was in tank mode. Terrosaur was flying a few steps behind and was looking very nervous.

"Took you long enough".

If Rampage was a human, he would probably have blushed. This way, he just looked down and mumbled something about "not watching where he was going." I noticed that just about everyone looked ready to kill him. Fortunately, Cheetor saved the situation.

"Did you find tickets?"

"Did we?" Terrosaur smirked proudly. "Not only did we find tickets, we got'em front row center and with a generous discount. Oh, and we get some free popcorn on the house, and--"

"HOLD IT! How did you guys manage to get such... ahem, special treatment?"

Both of them suddenly seemed to be very interested in their feet.

"It was his idea", Rampage mumbled.

"Terrosaur?"

"Well nobody said he had to play along."

"What the heck are you two babbling about?"

"Yesss, what have you done?" Megatron asked sweetly.

"This time", Black Arachnia added with a sigh.

"I... um... was a bit rough on the... salesperson..."

Great. Just great. "A bit rough?"

Silence.

"Okay, lemme guess. The 'gimmie tickets and I will consider sparing your life' type of rough?"

"Uh-huh."

"Terrosaur... where did you come up with this idea?"

He flinched. Much to everyone's surprise, I smiled as my crazy side took control. "Nice job!" I said proudly, patting him on the shoulder.

The whole world seemed to relax as I did that.

"Whoa, that was close", Quickstrike whispered.

Suddenly, Cheetor, who seemed to be as interested as possible in his ticket, yelped in surprise.

"Did you guys know the movie starts at two?"

I checked my watch. "It's two fifty-five", I said involuntarely.

It was as if we had it all planned. Those with vehicle modes transformed. The flyers took the air. The others booked their rides. In less than ten seconds, we were heading towards the cinema: Rampage up front, with me on top... and Rattrap behind, cursing and complaining that TM2 Dinobot was 'way too heavy' for his delicate self.

I guess we scared lots of people that day... anyway, we managed to get to the cinema without any incidents (thank God, Primus or whoever is up there) and in time . Almost in time. We hardly had time to find our seats... and the lights went out.

"Boo-hoo."

I turned to where the voice was coming from. "Shut up Rattrap."

Next to me, TM2 Dinobot crouched in an attempt to make himself smaller.

A thought struck me. "Hey, are we all here?" I whispered.

"Dunno", Depth Charge answered, and I think he shrugged, too.

"Let's check. Megs?"

"Here", came the Predacon's muffled answer.

"Op-Op?"

"Here. And stop calling me that."

"Sorry. Rampage?"

Groan.

"Waspy?"

"Ooh, Wazzzpinator here! Wazzzpinator likez--"

"Shut up. Terrosaur?"

No answer.

"Terror?"

Nothing.

"He went to grab that free popcorn", Air Razor supplied. "...Wait a minute! Since when do you call him Terror?"

Drat. "Err... dunno what you're talking about."

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