Short and pointless. But this is something I've always wondered about from the cartoon. R&R please!

No, I don't own anything.

It was one of those times when Megatron thought it better to allow the Stunticons outside the Nemesis rather than let the base suffer severe property damage out of their claustrophobia or sheer boredom. They were free to roam over land for a while, happily and dangerously 'playing' with the local lifeforms. Wildrider and his brothers were in their element, the day going by rather pleasantly, for him at least. He was wreaking havoc, seeding chaos, causing wild panic, and otherwise raining down utter doom on little unsuspecting humans in a quiet little human suburban town, all the while in vehicle mode. He tore down the streets, leaving destruction in his wake, with Dragstrip accompanying him, though the other was wisely keeping a safe distance away from the terrorist lunatic, picking off whatever Wildrider left behind unscathed.

As he sped along, Wildrider spotted an older human male, tending to his 'lawn' or whatever the green ground stuff was (humans were strange about plants), picking his head up as he heard the inevitable destruction barreling down the road. Wildrider smirked to himself. He revved his engine menacingly and plowing straight through the fleshbag's frontyard, officially ruining the human's pet plants until next year, while cackling all the way. The human, who had somehow managed to dive out of the path of oncoming death, yelled something after the Ferrari, but Wildrider was already too far down the road to hear what it was.

Dragstrip came upon the human shortly afterwards, noticing that the man seemed to be calling out, almost desperately, after Wildrider's retreating form. Dragstrip paused curiously, listening to the human for a bit before continuing on. Though when he realized the meaning of the words in the man's cries, Dragstrip nearly had to pull over to keep from crashing into something unintentionally during his howling laughter.

Wildrider didn't find out until later, when the five of them were back at the base, what the man had said. Dragstrip had still been giggling after returning, and when he came upon his brother in the rec room, he almost fell over in another mad fit. Wildrider quickly realized the laughing was directed at him and demanded to know what was so slagging funny before his fist met his brother's faceplate. Fortunately, Dragstrip composed himself enough to speak.

"Heh, I always wondered why those letters were plastered on your skidplate!"

More laughing. Wildrider growled. "What are you talking about!? What letters!?"

The other smirked. "Your license plate! And it's not just some random letters," Dragstrip grinned audio to audio, "It's your name!"

At the confused look on his brother's face, Dragstrip played a memory recording of the old human's cries. After hearing it, Wildrider stared at Dragstrip in horror - then found his anger again and punched the yellow car to the floor. Dragstrip only laughed harder as Wildrider stormed out of the rec room with the intention of having whichever Constructicon he found first immediately remove his old license plate.

As he marched down the hall, he could still hear Dragstrip's laughing along with that cursed audio playing over his brother's speakers: "Sadie! Please come back!" The plate, which he'd never bothered to change or even glance at since coming online, was going from the horrid S-A-D-I-E to a more befitting W-I-L-D-R-D-R very soon.

Oh well. At least he could still always point out the L-U-C-Y on Dragstrip's rear end.

Hehe, Wildrider belonged to a crazy old man. But really, if the Stunticons were made from stolen cars, what happened to their owners? And how could they know what their own license plates say unless someone else tells them or they see it in robot mode? Then again they could always pull up to a mirror. Lol.