The black motorcycle drove through the entrance of the warehouse turned Autobot Base, and transformed into a thin leggy black 'bot. Who sighed solemnly and trugged to his living quarters.

You see, today was not the best day for the Autobot ninja. First while he was meditating, the birds of the park thought he was a statue and was not pleasant. Then the camera 'bots pestered him for hours, the citizens followed him around and asked for rides. The news 'bots also bothered him with questions about his self and the other Autobots. He'd finally gotten away and all he wanted to do now was relax in his private quarters.

"Hey Prowlers!" Apparently this wasn't going to happen.

"Jazz..."

"Aw, come on buddy, don't be like tha'." Jazz said as he sauntered over to his friend.

Sighing Prowl asked. "What do you want?"

Grinning, Jazz brought out a dvd from his subspace. "Renteda horror movie. Heard it was so bad it'd make ya laugh. Thought we could watch it."

Prowl frowned at the taller 'bot. "As much as I'd love to watch it with you. I'll have to decline, bad horror movies just aren't my thing. Thank you anyways, Jazz." he told the white and blue Autobot and turned and walked to his quarters.

"Aww, come on man, I promise it'll be worth yer while!"

"No thank you, Jazz." Prowl insisted, all the while repeating to himself not to look back, just keep walking your almost free! Although, Jazz was being awfully quiet. Maybe he got the hint?

As Prowl entered his room, he turned to see and... Slaggit!

Two hours and twenty minutes minutes later the movie ended, but the two best friends hardly noticed as the snoozed on the couch. The movie was in fact so horrid that it made them laugh, and laugh and laugh until the two fell into light recharge on the big couch. Jazz with his feet in Prowl's lap as he lay on the opposite side while Prowl leaned back, completely relaxed.

"... Jazz?"

"Hmm?" came the sleepy reply.

"We should do this more often.."

A lazy grin appeared of Jazz's face. "I was just thinkin' th' same thing, Buddy."