*Cobalt is chasing Sideways for filling the rink with bubbles, she is suddenly surrounded by men in black. They have NHL printed on their uniforms.*

Man in black: Ma'am, are you Cobalt?

Cobalt: I am, can I help you?

Man in black: We've come to the understanding that you have the rules to hockey wrong.

Cobalt: Yes, I thought they were wrong, we've never played hockey before. Actually, I don't know a thing about hockey, I'm just doing what Optimus and Thrust told me and the rest of the teams to do. If you have a problem, you should go talk it over with them. How did you know that we had it wrong in the first place anyway?

Man in black: We listened to your commentating. Could you show us to where we may locate this Optimus or Thrust?

Cobalt: Sure, I'd better take you to Optimus. Taking you to Thrust would not be a good idea, trust me. Don't worry, he can tell him later. Right this way please. *she led them to the Autobot's locker room.*

Man in black: Why is the entrance so big?

Cobalt: You will see. *she leads them over to the lockers and stops.*

Man in black: Where are they?

Cobalt: Optimus, are you busy, there are some nice men in black here to see you about the rules of the game.

Optimus: *calls out from behind the lockers.* Just a second Cobalt.

Cobalt: I brought them here instead of taking them to the other teams locker room.

Optimus: That was a good idea Cobalt. *he walks out from behind the lockers.* How can I help you men?

*they take a step back; one of them screams for a second.*

Cobalt: He asked you a question.

Man in black: M-Mr. O-O-Optimus S-Sir, we-we'd l-like to i-inform y-y-you about the r-rules to the g-game of h-h-h-hockey.

Cobalt: Oh calm down, he's not going to get mad or step on you, just relax, he's a really nice guy. And please don't stutter, it's hard to understand, okay?

Man in black: Okay. There are three parts to a hockey game, not two; each is 20 minutes long.

Cobalt: *has walked behind them unnoticed by the men, and has started recording with Laserbeak again.*

Man in black: And this Sideways is a goalie, is that right?

Optimus: Yes, that's right.

Jetfire: *has stuck his head out from behind another set of lockers on the opposite side, wondering what's goining on.*

Man in black: The goalies can not be given a penalty, instead, another player on the team must sit out the penalty. A penalty for punching or tripping a player and interferance is only 2 minutes and a penalty for fighting is 5 minutes. Yes, it is listed in the Hockey Rule Book. *holds up Hockey Rule Book.*

Optimus: I understand, is there anything else that I need to know?

Man in black: NO SIR! *the guy is oviously still scared.*

Jetfire: *holds his hand up to his mouth to muffle laughter.*

Optimus: If nothing more, you can go now.

Group of men in black: YES OPTIMUS SIR!

Jetfire: *is now having trouble to keep from laughing.*

Group of men in black: *walk towards the exit.*

Optimus: *turns to Jetfire.* What could have caused their reaction?

Jetfire: Well, here's a thought. You're a robot and you're ten times bigger than they are. It's your size, it's definitely your size.

Optimus: But why because of my size?

Jetfire: They're probably thinking that if they make you angry, they're going to get squished.

Optimus: I would never step on a human!

Jetfire: I know you wouldn't, but-- *points to the exit, the men in black are just at the exit.*

Cobalt: *sees Jetfire motion at the exit and points Laserbeak over at the exit.*

*audible stomping.*

Megatron: *appears with all of his fury a few feet in front of the guys, still wearing the pink tutu.* OPTIMUS PRIME!!

Group of men in black: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH! *they cling to each other; some pee their pants.*

Jetfire: --he would.

Optimus: How did you know he was coming?

Megatron: *stares down at the men as they run out of the lockerroom as fast as they could.*

Jetfire: You could hear him stomping all of the way down here.

Optimus: Oh.

Megatron: *stomps into the room.* OPTIMUS!

Optimus: Yes Megatron?

Megatron: I CAN'T GET MY TUTU OFF!

*the rest of the Autobots now look out from behind the lockers.*

Megatron: I can't get it off, I've tried everything!

Blurr: Did you try cutting it off?

Megatron: But it's my tutu!

Jetfire: Well what do you want to do?

Megatron: I'm not sure.

Cobalt: Do you think you can transform and it would slide off? Or would it shred it?

Jetfire: Don't know, let's try it. *thinks* If it slides off, it's off. If it rips, he can't wear it again. I hope it rips, just looking at that tutu hurts my optics.

Megatron: I think I'll transform, it might work. *he transforms, the tutu rips in fourths and slides off. He transforms back to robot mode.* IT RIPPED! IT RIPPED! YOU RIPPED IT! *points at Cobalt.*

Cobalt: Me? I did? You're the one who transformed.

Megatron: You're the one who suggested it human!

Cobalt: Yes, I only suggested it, you're the one who did it!

Megatron: Whatever! *punches towards Cobalt, she jumps out of the way.*

Cobalt: Whoa! *continues dodging punches and chances to get squished.* Oh I'm gonna get him, what do I have on me? *digs around in pockets.* Let's see, my gun, granola bar, can of pink spraypaint, can of pink spraypaint? Where the heck did this come from? Oh well, it's here, I'll use it. *manages to jump behind Megatron.* Hmm, lets see, ah I know! *jumps and writes something very quickly.* Perfect! *runs back over to the autobots.*

Scavenger: What did you do Cobalt?

Cobalt: You'll see.

Megatron: My tutu is shredded. Oh whatever, I'll get another one. I'll just leave now.

Optimus: Wait, just before you came, some men from, uh, where was it they said they were from Cobalt?

Cobalt: The NHL.

Optimus: Yes, some men from the NHL came and kindly corrected us on the rules of the game of Hockey. Would you tell Thrust the rules for us? *tells Megatron the rules. The others listen.*

Cobalt: *started recording Megatron again.*

Megatron: Alright. *walks out; "I love Fred" is written in neon pink on his back.*

Everyone in the locker room: *is laughing their circuits out.*

Jetfire: Oh man, that's great Cobalt! How did you do that so quickly?

Cobalt: I told you, I'm eighth mary sue(1). I don't even think he knows that I did it! *points Laserbeak over at Sideswipe.*

Sideswipe: *has fallen on his front to the ground, in a laughing fit.* That was great Cobalt!

Optimus: Where did you get the spraypaint from?

Cobalt: That's the funny thing, I don't even remember having a can of spraypaint in my possesion. Wait a second, I remember something, just before we left, I felt something fall in my pocket and I do remember that Billy had snuck up behind me. I didn't put the two and two together until just now, he put the pink spraypaint in my pocket. *looks at the can.* Hey, it says here that this stuff glows in the dark. *pockets it.* *thinks* Oh yeah, I'm keepin' this!

Jetfire: Glows in the dark? Oh, I can imagine looking out into the dark and seeing 'I love Fred' hanging in air! *laughs* That's funny!

Optimus: Well, now that the bubbles are all off of our armor, let's end this break and return to the game.

Scavenger: Good idea.

*they walk out of the locker room.*

*lights go out.*

Cobalt: Hey, what the?

***

*in the Decepticons locker room.*

Thrust: Megatron Sir, you're back.

Megatron: Yes. The rules have been changed. *throws down shredded tutu.* *tells everyone the correct rules to hockey.*

Thrust: Alright then, I guess I was wrong on some of the rules to hockey.

*lights go out.*

Cyclonus: What just happened.

Wheeljack: The lights just went out that's all.

Demolisher: Megatron, what's that pink, glowing light behind you?

Megatron: What pink, glowing light?

Demolisher: The one behind you.

Megatron: *tries to look behind him, but can't.* Oh whatever, let's just return to the game. *walks out, all can clearly see what is written in the dark.*

Starscream: I wonder who did that to him. *is thinking of exactly who did it to him, he's talking in sarcasm.*

Demolisher: Mega- *is silenced by a 'shhh' from Cyclonus.*

Cyclonus: *whispers.* Don't.

Wheeljack: *whispers to Sideways.* Should we tell him?

Sideways: *whispers back.* No way.

Wheeljack: *whispers.* What about Thrust? He'll tell.

Sideways: *whispers.* I'll take care of that. *sneaks up behind Thrust and knocks him offline.* Hey, help me carry him someone.

Starscream: No way.

Demolisher: *helps carry Thrust.*

*all of them walk out of the locker room, Megatron is oblivious to what is going on behind him.*

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