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Explosions shattered the air around the city, the sky lighting up with brilliant colors. People 'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed at the detonations, and children ran around happily with sparkling fire in their hands.
The Autobots thought it was absolutely insane.
The NEST guys had seen this coming, and ultimately they had failed to explain the fireworks to the robots before the first big ones went off. It took some convincing to calm them down. They had jumped up and brought their weapons to bear at the sound of the explosion. Even now, most of them were flinching at every firecracker going off.
Some of them, however, had gotten over the initial shock already.
"So you blow stuff up as a holiday?" Hot Shot asked, entranced.
"Yeah." Lennox showed him a firework called the 'Fiery Eye Tree'. "Lots of the legal ones are just colorful and fun to watch. The bigger ones that go up into the air and explode like that are illegal."
"And what about the ones that are making that high-pitched squealing noise?" Sunstreaker seemed very unamused, and twitched uncomfortably every minute or so.
"Screamers." Epps replied. "Those are just annoying, I know."
"You bet they are." Sunstreaker muttered, then remained silent.
Ratchet glared at him. "Turn your audio receptors off before you blow them out and I have to fix them."
Sunstreaker stared at Ratchet innocently. "But I want to hear the my processor shaking in my head, Ratchet."
"Frag, you guys." Hot Shot looked at the others seriously. "This means we can go blow stuff up and no one will care."
"That's… not exactly what it means." But it was too late.
Ironhide, Hot Shot, Bumblebee, Jazz and both sets of twins rushed out of the base. As they ran they grabbed Wheeljack and dragged him off. Ratchet glared at the NEST operatives.
"Now look at what you've done."
…
It was only when the family took their eyes off the now dead firework that they realized nine pairs of giant eyes had been watching it as well.
"I thought it was pretty." Jetfire said, arms crossed.
"It was colorful, but weak." Ironhide declared.
One of the smaller children in the family waved a sparkler at the robots. Their parents stood by uncertainly, not sure of how they should react to the alien robots standing on their street, discussing fireworks.
A particularly loud firework detonated above them, and a few of the robots ducked down instinctively with inhuman speed.
"Primus, I cannot get used to that."
The parents were slightly relieved when, after a few more words, the Autobots walked off down the street. However, they were a little disconcerted at one's warning to "… not set anything on fire, Hot Shot."
…
A few blocks later, they found a human cussing at an unlit firework.
"What's wrong, squishie?"
The human and his friends all started at the sudden appearance of Hot Shot. Eventually, one of them managed: "Uh, the uh… firework won't go off."
Hot Shot examined it for a moment, before glancing over his shoulder. "Hey Wheeljack? Come touch this."
Wheeljack didn't like what he was implying, but nevertheless moved over and poked the firework. To no one but the humans' surprise, it exploded spectacularly a few moments later.
"I think we need to make our own fireworks." Wheeljack said. "These ones are all too… small for my liking."
"Wheeljack." Sideswipe seemed relieved. "We thought you would never offer."
…
At around 11:30, the Autobots had settled for launching various objects high into the sky, with Hot Shot and Jetfire lighting them up before they came back down. As they looked for ammunition throughout the city, they became well versed in what made for a good firework and what didn't. For example, a full garbage can had a better explosion than an empty one, but you had to launch it farther so the flaming debris had time to burn itself out before it landed.
The rest of the Autobots and some of the humans had caught up with them by now, and sat back to watch them illegally launch random objects into the sky, watch it explode, and Jetstorm make sure that no firey particles fell onto the humans or their buildings. Optimus, surprisingly, was willing to let this continue as long as no humans were harmed, and reclined against a building next to the Lennoxes.
"Ooh." Annabelle's eyes widened at the green explosion of a trash can that they had filled with cockroach killer. "They are good firework makers."
"Well, all of them are very, very good at blowing things up." Optimus remarked to the young human.
"Mommy, can we do this again next year?"
"Annabelle, they can blow things up for you every day."
"GUYS. I think we can make pink fire with this."
"That's wonderful, Sideswipe."
"Are you judging me, Ratch?"
"No. I just think it would be better if we used this to make it purple."
The Autobots thought it was absolutely insane.
The NEST guys had seen this coming, and ultimately they had failed to explain the fireworks to the robots before the first big ones went off. It took some convincing to calm them down. They had jumped up and brought their weapons to bear at the sound of the explosion. Even now, most of them were flinching at every firecracker going off.
Some of them, however, had gotten over the initial shock already.
"So you blow stuff up as a holiday?" Hot Shot asked, entranced.
"Yeah." Lennox showed him a firework called the 'Fiery Eye Tree'. "Lots of the legal ones are just colorful and fun to watch. The bigger ones that go up into the air and explode like that are illegal."
"And what about the ones that are making that high-pitched squealing noise?" Sunstreaker seemed very unamused, and twitched uncomfortably every minute or so.
"Screamers." Epps replied. "Those are just annoying, I know."
"You bet they are." Sunstreaker muttered, then remained silent.
Ratchet glared at him. "Turn your audio receptors off before you blow them out and I have to fix them."
Sunstreaker stared at Ratchet innocently. "But I want to hear the my processor shaking in my head, Ratchet."
"Frag, you guys." Hot Shot looked at the others seriously. "This means we can go blow stuff up and no one will care."
"That's… not exactly what it means." But it was too late.
Ironhide, Hot Shot, Bumblebee, Jazz and both sets of twins rushed out of the base. As they ran they grabbed Wheeljack and dragged him off. Ratchet glared at the NEST operatives.
"Now look at what you've done."
…
It was only when the family took their eyes off the now dead firework that they realized nine pairs of giant eyes had been watching it as well.
"I thought it was pretty." Jetfire said, arms crossed.
"It was colorful, but weak." Ironhide declared.
One of the smaller children in the family waved a sparkler at the robots. Their parents stood by uncertainly, not sure of how they should react to the alien robots standing on their street, discussing fireworks.
A particularly loud firework detonated above them, and a few of the robots ducked down instinctively with inhuman speed.
"Primus, I cannot get used to that."
The parents were slightly relieved when, after a few more words, the Autobots walked off down the street. However, they were a little disconcerted at one's warning to "… not set anything on fire, Hot Shot."
…
A few blocks later, they found a human cussing at an unlit firework.
"What's wrong, squishie?"
The human and his friends all started at the sudden appearance of Hot Shot. Eventually, one of them managed: "Uh, the uh… firework won't go off."
Hot Shot examined it for a moment, before glancing over his shoulder. "Hey Wheeljack? Come touch this."
Wheeljack didn't like what he was implying, but nevertheless moved over and poked the firework. To no one but the humans' surprise, it exploded spectacularly a few moments later.
"I think we need to make our own fireworks." Wheeljack said. "These ones are all too… small for my liking."
"Wheeljack." Sideswipe seemed relieved. "We thought you would never offer."
…
At around 11:30, the Autobots had settled for launching various objects high into the sky, with Hot Shot and Jetfire lighting them up before they came back down. As they looked for ammunition throughout the city, they became well versed in what made for a good firework and what didn't. For example, a full garbage can had a better explosion than an empty one, but you had to launch it farther so the flaming debris had time to burn itself out before it landed.
The rest of the Autobots and some of the humans had caught up with them by now, and sat back to watch them illegally launch random objects into the sky, watch it explode, and Jetstorm make sure that no firey particles fell onto the humans or their buildings. Optimus, surprisingly, was willing to let this continue as long as no humans were harmed, and reclined against a building next to the Lennoxes.
"Ooh." Annabelle's eyes widened at the green explosion of a trash can that they had filled with cockroach killer. "They are good firework makers."
"Well, all of them are very, very good at blowing things up." Optimus remarked to the young human.
"Mommy, can we do this again next year?"
"Annabelle, they can blow things up for you every day."
"GUYS. I think we can make pink fire with this."
"That's wonderful, Sideswipe."
"Are you judging me, Ratch?"
"No. I just think it would be better if we used this to make it purple."
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lol. 'let's make them purple' XDDD
genius. thank you.
genius. thank you.