Disclaimer: Do not own or claim to own Transformers. I just own Joey and my odd little mind.

Author's Note: UTTER CRACK. I'm planning the story to be one-shots that take place between Are We There Yet? and How Far We've Come. Continuity-wise, it takes place a little after Story Time. This random idea popped up and it WON'T GO AWAY! It's been following me for two day. T.T So, to rid myself of it, I shall pass it on to you guys. Beware: I had far too much caffeine and chocolate when I wrote this, so it WILL be random and possibly disturbing. Enjoy!

Ch.1: Movies

"Okay, if those humans have guns and that one just has that metal thingy—"

"Sword," Joey and Drift instantly interjected.

Hot Rod rolled his optics at her. "Sword, fine. Why don't the humans with guns shoot the human with a sword? How can their aim be that terrible, I mean, I know their humans so they're bound to be pitiful, but come on!"

Joey sighed and propped her chin up on her hands. She was sprawled out on Drift's shoulder and he was lying on his stomach. After Bumblebee and Bluestreak both accidentally shot their weapons instructor, i.e. Ironhide, in the foot he had chased them out of the training room and they had been fairly bored since then. Especially Sideswipe; Sunny had been thrown in the brig for attacking Cliffjumper and Sides was pouting about it. Joey, at a loss as to how one went about keeping the giant aliens amused, had suggested a movie. So after digging through her bag of junk she'd brought with her, she pulled out her battered laptop and a handful of movies. After a small debate, she'd ended up picking out the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy for the mechs to watch.

The rec room had a huge screen that was supposed to be used for communicating face-to-face throughout the base, but she and Sideswipe had managed to convince Wheeljack to hook her laptop up to it so they could watch the movie on it.

Hot Rod was sitting on the couch along with a bored off-shift Jazz. Sideswipe was stretched out alongside Drift in the floor, and Bumblebee and Bluestreak were sitting on either side of Jazz's legs.

The mechs, she decided, just didn't understand movies. "They can't kill him, Hot Rod," she said patiently. "He's the hero. The movie would be over."

Mechs have a different sense of time than humans. To Joey the three movies took a long time to watch, to the mechs they were too short. Sideswipe actually pouted when the last movie ended.

"And now I'm bored again," Hot Rod muttered and he folded his arms.

Jazz chuckled. "Humans come up with some slaggin' weird stuff," he said with a shake of his head.

Sideswipe sat up suddenly, his optics blazing. "Pirates!" He exclaimed and he clapped his hands together with a resounding boom. "We could bust Sunny out of the brig as pirates!"

The others eyed him skeptically. "Why would we want to bust him out of the brig? He's a jerk," Hot Rod pointed out.

Sideswipe pursed his lips and scowled. "Can you think of anything better to do?" Sideswipe demanded.

Drift sat up as well, sending Joey tumbling and Bumblebee leaned forward to catch her before she hit the hard metal floor. "That actually might be fun, but one problem. No pirate stuff," Drift pointed out as he turned and took Joey from Bee. She flipped him off irritably.

"Wheeljack could hook us up," Jazz said and the younglings and human looked at him surprise. He grinned at them. "Just because I'm not a youngling doesn't mean the Jazz-man isn't up for a little fun."

"This won't end well," Joey muttered as the mech, headed off to find a certain engineer.

Wheeljack tilted his head to one side with his vocal indicators flashing. "Why do you want that stuff?" He asked with as perplexed an expression as someone with half their face covered by a face plate could.

Joey made a hopeless gesture.

"We're going to spring Sunny from the brig," Sides declared with a smirk.

Wheeljack looked from one face to another, uncertain.

"Don't worry, Jacks," Jazz said with a grin. "We won't tell were we got this stuff from."

Wheeljack fidgeted and Sideswipe and Drift made puppy eyes at him. "Pleeeeeaaase?"

Red Alert walking to his office with a load of data pads heard running feet and turned. He stared and rebooted his visual sensors. There didn't seem to be any error, but he couldn't possibly be seeing what he thought he was seeing. That couldn't be Jazz with a strip of fabric tied around his helm and dangling bits of hose and metal and wielding a piece of pipe at him. Nor could those be Hot Rod, Drift, Sideswipe, Bumblebee, with the human sitting on his shoulder, and a nervous looking Bluestreak dressed in the same manner.

"I'm Captain Jazz Sparrow," he drawled. "Be you knowing who has the keys to the brig?"

Red Alert stared. "You look ridiculous. Has your CPU shorted out?"

The mechs exchanged looks. "What now? He's not cooperating," Hot Rod mumbled.

"Um, tie him up!" Jazz suggested.

Drift and Sideswipe stepped forward with a length of special filament that they'd borrowed from Wheeljack and even a mech couldn't break. The two mechs grinned and Red's optics widened. "You will not! I am a superior officer—"

The rest of whatever he was going to say was cut off when they gagged him and left him tied in the corridor. Sideswipe pausing to write the words: Dead Men Tell No Tales over his head on the wall amid giggles. Red Alert struggled against his bonds, realized he wasn't going anywhere and huffed. Frag.

Prime? Prowl? Someone untie me! He snarled across his private communications system.

Sunstreaker looked up as he heard a loud crash. Ironhide snorted in his recharge and on-lined his optics. Sunny raised an optic ridge as Hot Rod, Drift and Sideswipe rounded the corner holding lengths of pipe. Jazz, with half his visor covered in fabric, leveled a piece of pipe at Ironhide.

"Free William Sun-Turner from the brig, or else!" Jazz ordered.

Ironhide's optic twitched. "You been hittin' the high-grade again? Scram!"

"ATTACK!" Drift howled and the younglings tackled Ironhide. Sunny stood up and walked to the bars to watch the fight.

Several hours later.

"Why?" Prime asked.

The younglings had, for no apparent reason and led by Jazz, went on a rampage throughout the base. After Red Alert had contacted them, Prime and Prowl had found Cliffjumper, Hound, Mirage, and Cosmos also tied up in various corridors, some of them taking it better than others. Ironhide had been found shoved inside Sunny's cell and tied up.

Prowl had had to hold him back to keep him from jumping the younglings and Jazz on sight when he'd been untied.

Now the five younglings, the freed Sunstreaker, the human and the saboteur were standing in a line in Prime's office. While Prowl glared at them all.

The accused all turned to look down the line at Sideswipe and he shrugged. "We were bored," he said honestly.

Prowl put his face in his hands and Prime sighed. "Can't you find a less destructive way to amuse yourselves?" Prime asked hopelessly.

His only answer was more shrugs.

When Joey and the others were finally freed from the brig, they'd been imprisoned for three days, the first thing they noticed was a big sign had been erected in the rec room. It said:

Human movies are contraband. Anyone found in possession of human movies will be confined to the brig. No excuses.

Author's note: Heh. I warned you that it was random. I might continue this between updating How Far We've Come. Depends on what you guys think. Review, please.