I told myself I wasn't going to write this, but here's the "Sunstreaker and Sideswipe Go to Daycare" chapter I didn't promise you all. I was going to release this as a separate spinoff rather than another chapter, but I figured it would be easier just to put it here.

The meeting progressed as usual. They discussed the energy output of the ship's processes, which they'd successfully managed to cut back on within the past few months. They also discussed the matter of the Decepticons' raid on a Turkish embassy a few days ago. With everything important discussed, the Autobots turned to swapping amusing stories and anecdotes that happened recently.

"And then it caught fire," Wheeljack said to a few chuckles and nervous passed glances. "So how was your week, Prowl?"

"Ugh. Terrible," Prowl sighed. "I stopped in at the store to grab some things for around the office and the twins got lost and started freaking out like they were stranded in the middle of a forest. And then yesterday I found they'd dug a hole in the backyard and tried to live in it. They didn't fill it back in like we'd asked either and Bumblebee fell in and got stuck."

"Again?" Optimus sighed.

"I tried to enroll them in day care but no one would take them..."

Wheeljack's optics lit up and they could only imagine that he must be smiling under that faceplate. "I run a day care service!" he said gleefully.

"Wheeljack," Ratchet pointed out, "watching the Dinobots for a few hours each day does not make you a day care service."

"Have you ever tried to watch the Dinobots for a few hours each day?" he retorted. To Prowl he added, "I call it 'Wheeljack's Center For Clinically Stupid Kids'! I...er...kind of had the Dinobots in mind when I came up with the name..."

"I'm not sure if letting you watch the twins is a good idea," Prowl replied. "But on the other hand I'm tired of digging Bumblebee out of holes. I still have to go rescue him from the twins' 'fallout shelter' after the meeting is over."

Optimus looked at Prowl in stunned shock. "You mean you just left him in there?"

"Well it's not like he's going anywhere!"

"How about a trial run then?" Wheeljack suggested. "If you don't like the results you can just find somewhere else to put them!"

"Like a cage?" Prowl suggested. Optimus nudged him under the table. "Alright...we'll do a trial run then. If you can keep the twins from collapsing the universe under their own stupidity, then we'll consider making this permanent."

"Meeting adjourned!" Optimus said.

Before anyone had a chance to get up and leave, an incredibly dirt covered Bumblebee hobbled into the room looking like he'd just escaped from an underground prison. "You jerks left me in there for three hours!" he said angrily.

Optimus slowly turned his head and glared at Prowl. "Like I said, it wasn't like he was going anywhere..."

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe both exchanged a look before they marched on into the room. "This is where Prowl told us to go?" Sideswipe asked his brother.

"Why does he want us in Wheeljack's lab? Usually he tells us to stay away from here," Sunstreaker suspiciously agreed.

Wheeljack was busy working on something on his bench. Sparks flew off the heated metal and there was a crackle of energy coming off of a battery. "Just sit anywhere, you two. I'll be with you both in a minute," he said.

"What are we doing here exactly?" Sunstreaker asked.

"...you're not going to use us as guinea pigs for your latest teleportation device, are you? I heard that Huffer lost one of his legs when it teleported somewhere else..." Sideswipe added. "Like he needed something else to complain about..."

"Shh, shh, shh! Don't interrupt me! I'm making science!" Wheeljack interrupted.

No sooner had he said that then the battery began sizzling. There was fire and a large burst of light and the table and the floor surrounding it were vaporized in the explosion, leaving a charred Wheeljack standing there in shock.

Ironhide walked into view from below and looked up with an annoyed expression. "Wheeljack, again?"

"What has science done?!" Wheeljack replied.

"Uh...okay, we can see that you're a little busy here, so Sunstreaker and I are just going to go see what Spike and Bumblebee are doing..." Sideswipe said as he tried to excuse themselves.

Wheeljack quickly spun around and stopped them. "No, no, wait!" he said before they could reach the door. "You're supposed to be here! I'm your new day care instructor!"

"Uh...day care?" Sideswipe looked at his brother with a confused look.

"Wheeljack, watching the Dinobots for a few hours each day doesn't make you a day care instructor."

"Well Prowl says it does," Wheeljack retorted. "He officially enrolled you in 'Wheeljack's Center For Clinically Stupid Kids'. I tried to have stationary and fliers made, but the people at Staples told me that I needed to rename it first..."

Sunstreaker looked at Sideswipe, who merely shrugged and then nodded. They seemed to be having an entire non-verbal communication with each other that only twins could have. Eventually they both turned towards Wheeljack.

"Okay, Wheels...we'll stick around for a day, but only to see what this 'day care' you run is like. Consider it a trial run if you will," Sunstreaker stated.

Sideswipe yawned and stretched his limbs. "So when's nap time?"

Wheeljack dropped a stack of colorful paper on the table with a loud thump. "Okay my clinically stupid children! It's time for arts and crafts!"

The twins sat on the floor beside the Dinobots in front of one of Teletraan's screens and watched Jurassic Park with them. The Dinobots ignored Wheeljack and continued watching.

"Oh come on, you've already seen this movie a hundred times!" Wheeljack said, annoyed. "It's time for arts and crafts!"

"Me Grimlock want snack time," Grimlock replied.

"No Grimlock, you just had snack time!"

"ME GRIMLOCK WANT SNACK TIME!"

"Actually I kind of want snack time too," Sideswipe agreed. Sunstreaker nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay, if I give you all a snack, will you turn off the movie and come and do arts and crafts time?" Wheeljack sighed.

"Me Grimlock think about it," Grimlock replied.

Five minutes later the Dinobots and the twins were sitting around a table munching on glowing, purple cookies. "Alright, it's time for arts and crafts now, Grimlock!" Wheeljack said excitedly.

"More snack time!" the Dinobot leader demanded.

"Swoop want more snack time too!" the pteranodon interjected.

"If Grimlock and Swoop get more snack time, Sludge want more snack time too!"

"Slag no want more snack time. Slag want Jurassic Park."

"What we doing again?" Snarl asked with a cock of his head.

Wheeljack's head hit the table faster than a monkey falling from a tree.

It took a lot of time and arguing, but three more snack times later, Wheeljack managed to get the Dinobots to participate in arts and crafts. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were easier to convince and while the Dinobots were putting their first drop of glitter glue on Sludge's tail, the twins were diligently finishing up their projects.

"So what have you two been working on?" Wheeljack asked curiously.

Sunstreaker held up his picture, which was a gorgeously painted watercolor of Wheeljack arguing with Grimlock. "It was a little hard to get Grimlock right because he wouldn't stop moving, but I think I managed to do his likeness justice."

"Uh..." Wheeljack looked at Sideswipe's drawing. "So what did you make?" Sideswipe held up a crude crayon drawing of him standing in between Prowl and Optimus in front of a house beneath the words My Family. "That's cute, but where's your brother?"

"Buried under the house," Sideswipe replied. He pretended not to notice Sunstreaker's head snapping in his direction and smiled innocently.

"Look, Jerkbot! We Dinobots made art!" Grimlock said proudly. Wheeljack turned around and sighed at the sight of Sludge covered in stickers and glue.

"So what's next on the agenda, 'Jerkbot'?" Sunstreaker asked.

"Bath time..." Wheeljack grumbled.

Sludge was still a little sparkly, but at least Wheeljack managed to scrub off the dirty words that Slag had scribbled on him with Crayola markers. "Alright you two, it's your turn!" Wheeljack said before tossing the twins the hose.

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe stared silently at the cold water that poured out of the hose's nozzle and then at the half inflated kiddie pool that Sludge was climbing out of. "I don't think so," Sideswipe shook his head.

"But don't you want to be all shiny and clean, like the Dinobots?"

The twins looked at the Dinobots with their pretty pink ribbons that Wheeljack had tied onto all of them. Swoop's was already messed up from him fiddling with it. "I'm already shiny and clean!" Sunstreaker replied. "And I'm not wearing a ribbon either!"

"Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, you get in that kiddie pool and take a bath now!"

"Make us!" Sideswipe said defiantly.

"Sideswipe, Sunstreaker..."

Five seconds later, a pair of Lamborghinis raced through the desert with an angry Lancia Stratos zipping off after them. Optimus and Prowl watched from a distance as they all flew by.

"Is that..."

"Just walk away and pretend we didn't see it, Optimus," Prowl replied.

Some time later, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker both air dried in the sun with an angry look on their faces and a pretty pink ribbon tied onto their spoilers. Wheeljack whistled to himself while he emptied the kiddie pool of water.

"Story time!" Wheeljack said happily.

"Alright, make a circle!" Wheeljack watched as the twins and the Dinobots made a very lumpy effigy of a circle. "I said a circle, not a kidney bean!"

"It's close enough!" Sunstreaker complained. "Tell us a story!"

"Once upon a time..."

"The end. Nap time!" Sideswipe fell backwards onto a beanbag and started snoring.

"...once upon a time..." Wheeljack started again with an annoyed look on his face. "There was a princess in a far off kingdom."

"Boring!" Sideswipe shouted.

"You're supposed to be sleeping, Sideswipe! Be quiet!" Wheeljack cleared his throat and started again. "This princess was the most beautiful princess in all the land!"

"And his name was Sunstreaker!" Sideswipe interjected. Sunstreaker glared at his brother.

Wheeljack sighed and tried to continue his story. "And then one day..."

"The kingdom was hit by the Black Death and everyone died."

"...and then Sideswipe wouldn't stop interrupting my story, so he got assassinated by ninjas."

"Hey!"

"Me Grimlock bored. Me Grimlock go watch Jurassic Park," Grimlock announced. The other Dinobots stood up and filed out behind him towards Teletraan 1's screen.

"I didn't even get to the best part yet!" Wheeljack protested.

"Everyone already died of the plague, Wheeljack. What more is there to tell?" Sunstreaker asked.

"Yeah, Wheeljack!" Sideswipe added. "Ooh, do they all come back as zombies and spread the plague to the neighboring countries?"

"I give up. Go watch Jurassic Park with the Dinobots," Wheeljack sighed before he stood up and walked away.

Prowl had to admit, he was surprised at how well Wheeljack seemed to be handling the twins. He guessed years of putting up with the Dinobots had trained him well. "So, how did your day go?" he asked when he went to relieve him of his duty.

"Let's just say 'Wheeljack's Center For Clinically Stupid Kids' won't be changing its name anytime soon," Wheeljack replied. "But other than that, I think it worked out pretty well."

Prowl entered the room where the Dinobots and the twins were watching Jurassic Park. "Did they just sit there and watch this the entire time?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Wheeljack grumbled. "This is their third viewing today..."

"Huh...I have no idea why I didn't think of that."

Wheeljack lit right up once more. "So, are they doing this again tomorrow? I wanted to take them all on a field trip!"

Prowl shrugged. "I suppose that's fine. Where are you taking them?"

"Wal*Mart!" Prowl stared at him a moment before spinning around and walking back out the same way that he had come. "What? I would take them to Home Depot, but I already took the Dinobots there once, and now they're banned after an incident with a circular saw..."

"Have fun, Wheeljack! I'll see you when I have to bail you all out of Sing Sing!" Prowl shouted over his shoulder before the door shut behind him.