Don't own Transformers. Edit: Rewriting this. It's too short, and needs...something.

Chapter 2: Retaliation

At the entrance to the Ark, a pair of cousins were giving each other high fives.

"Dude, that was awesome! I wish we had put a camera in there somewhere." A red sparkling by the name of Sideways exclaimed. "Can you imagine what their faces would be like?" The other burst out laughing.

"Yeah! Probably like this." He twisted his face into a look of exaggerated horror. "Mah paint!"

"That's your dad, cuz. Wanna do that to him next?" His cousin looked at Sideways like he had grown an extra head.

"No way. I like living. Just 'cause I'm his kid don't mean much when it comes to his paint. Kinda makes Mom mad." Sideways raise his servos in submission.

"Okay. We won't. Hey, where did Bassline and Wasp go?" He looked around. "They were here a second ago." His cousin shrugged, walking inside.

"I don't know. 'M not their keeper." A silver blur charged him out of nowhere, knocking him down. He looked up into a gold visor, its owner grinning crazily at him. "Bassline! What the heck?!" He shoved the crazy youngling off him. The other laughs as he stands up.

"Calm down, Spinout. I'm just playin'." Spinout growled at him, brushing imaginary dirt off.

"Where's Wasp?" The silver sparkling waved his servo vaguely behind him.

"Inside. His dad wanted him for something."

"You think he knows?"

"Bumblebee? Doubt it. Dude's a scout, not a spy."

"I thought his mom was?"

"Nah. You know any minibot femme spies?" The other two shook their heads. "Thought so. Anyway, we better get inside. Our other creators are gonna call soon."

Later, during the graveyard shift, group of sparklings make their way to the entrance, looking around before darting inside.

"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?!" The scream came from the sparklings' playroom. Naturally, everyone came running, expecting the worse, whatever that could be. There was a pile up at the door when the first ones to get there slammed on the brakes, gaping. That soon turned to hysterical laughter, or freaking out, a few cases.

Someone, or a group of someones, had turned the room into a zoo. Literally. They even set up cages for the baby animals who were just staring innocently at them, probably wondering what the fuss was all about. There was quite a variety of them, too, not just the typical ones found in an actual zoo.

"Those bear cubs look hungry..."

"Sweet Primus, are those possums?"

"Um, why is there a kitten with the meerkats?"

"What the hell happened in here?" Ironhide jumped in. Sureshot turned around, shrugging helplessly.

"It was like this when we got here." He noticed four certain younglings looking guilty. Immediately, he turned on them. "Was this you four?" He turned up the scary-looming-older-brother a few notches. It helps he inherited his dad's build.

"No," Sideways said, shuffling his feet. "But we think we know who did."

"Who?"

"The Decepticon kids," Bassline muttered. "We pulled a prank on them yesterday. Didn't think they respond this fast." Sureshot looked dumbfounded. Everyone else did too.

"I hope you realize you started a war," Radar, Red Alert's sparkling said. The four nodded. "So...how we gonna get them back?"

At the Nemesis, all the younglings were rolling.

"I'm glad we put that camera in," Airstrike said. "Nice job, guys."

"Where'd you get the idea, Dive?" One of the little ones asked. She shrugged.

"Some human book. This guy had loaded up a bunch of animals on his big ship he called an ark. Something about a flood."

"Well anyway, should we get ready for whatever they got planned?" She nodded.

"Definitely. Let the games begin."

Okay, so I made some Transformers from the movies and Animated into sparklings. They had very little screen time, and honestly it just makes it easier. In case some people haven't figured it out yet, their moms/other dads live on Cybertron. Think of it as a summer visitation type deal.