Ratchet was practically destroying the base, fuming with rage and aggravation. "Where is it?!" he bellowed frustratingly. The rest of the Autobots came to see what he was yelling about. "Ratchet, is everything all right?" Optimus asked. Ratchet spun around abrubtly. He looked like a wild dog on the hunt. "THEY did it, didn't they?!" he barked angrily. Optimus was puzzled. "Who?" he questioned curiously. Ratchet was eye level with the now uncomfortable Autobot leader. "THEM..." he hissed with eyes full of anger. Optimus held his hands up. "Easy now, Ratchet. I'm sure we'll find whatever you're looking for. Now uh, what is it you're looking for?" he inquired nervously. Ratchet spun around, shaking his head. "You don't understand..." he growled. "My welder. THEY took it...! AGAIN!!!" he exclaimed. Looks of utter horror filled the Autobots faces.
                
Tanya and Michelle ran through the basement, giggling like crazy hyenas. "Hehehe! We got it! We got it!" Tanya exclaimed happily. Michelle laughed in agreement. "Yeah! We sure showed Ratchet! And to think that he thought we wouldn't try to take the welder again!" She laughed evily. Making their way toward the workshop on the lower level, every door they went through they locked, to ensure that Ratchet would not be arrested for a double homicide. Once they arrived to the workshop, they began rattling off ways to destroy everything they could get their hands on with the welder. "Ooh! we could see how long it would take to turn Prowl's tree into a bonfire! Or if Bulkhead's weights are welder resistant!" Tanya suggested, giddy with ridiculously awesome ideas. Michelle beamed. "Yeah! Or we could turn Optimus' goofy jacket into swiss cheese! Or make Bumblebee's marbles into marshmallows!" she retorted happily. Suddenly, the two were struck with an ingenious idea. "Ratchet's new machine!" the duo said in unison. Overwhelmed with excitement, the two immediately ran to the machine to wreak their havoc.

The Autobots ran frantically around the base, trying to find the power crazy girls. Ratchet was the most persistent about finding them. Especially after the LAST time they took it. They welded their hands to the wall. Don't dare ask him how either. Prowl and Jazz searched the top floor while Optimus and Bumblebee searched the main level for their crazy girlfriends. "How the heck did you end up with my sister?" Bumblebee asked stumped, assuming that Oprtimus must have been drunk or something. Optimus raised an eyebrow. "Me? How did you end up with MY sister? She's ten times more crazier than you are." he claimed as a rebuttal. A goofy little smirk spread on Bumblebee's face. "Yeah..." he sighed. Optimus couldn't help but grin too. Ratchet ran down the stairs. "Would you two quit day dreamin' about your welder obsessed girlfriends and help us find them before the whole base goes up in flames?!" Ratchet demanded. Feeling pretty dopey, Optimus and Bumblebee ran into the main room and met up with the others. "No sign of them upstairs." Prowl said hopelessly. "And no sign of them down here either." Optimus stated. Ratchet's colors faded to ghost white. "The basement!" he cried. At a full-blown sprint, the Autobots ran down to the basement. Unfortunately for them, the first door was locked. Ratchet smirked angrily. "Ya hafta get up pretty early in the mornin' to fool me!" he cackled, pulling out the key. After the door was opened, they ran throught the storage room to the next door. Which was locked from the inside. "Aw SLAG!!!" Ratchet fumed. Bumblebee waved a hand, coolly smiling. "I got this." he smirked, pulling out a small lock pick. "Yes!" he yelped happily as the tumblers turned and clicked. "Way to go, buddy!" Bulkhead gleefully cheered, giving Bumblebee a high five as he passed. One door left...

Inside the workshop, Tanya and Michelle had already begun welding ridiculous shapes into the machine. As one of the pieces crashed to the floor, the goobers were laughing and giggling like tomorrow would never come. As the machine lay a virtual trash heap, Michelle leaned up against the destroyed pile of trash. "Man, are we good, or are we good?" "We are too good." Tanya agreed, also leaning up against it. When they tried to get up, however, they were stuck. "Oh no!" they yelped. Tanya lost her color when she realized something. "Michelle..." she mumbled. "Yes?" Michelle replied, frightfully. "I locked the BIG door, too..." She whined. Oh slag...