ZAP.

The scrapyard fell into absolute silence.

Everyone stared at the fluffy, golden Persian cat now sitting where Bumblebee had been. His thick, luxurious fur was puffed up in absolute panic, his tail curled tightly around him. His blue optics—no, wait, his big, round cat eyes—blinked in shock.

Then—

“MEOOOOOW?!?!”

Bee’s panicked wail echoed through the scrapyard.

Grimlock, still holding the smoking laser gun, froze. “Uh… oops?”

Sideswipe pointed wildly. “OH MY PRIMUS, HE’S A CAT. HE’S A FRAGGIN’ CAT!”

“MEOW! MEOW MEOW MEOW!!” Bumblebee flailed his little paws in distress, but no one could understand a single thing he was saying.

Strongarm took a slow step back. “…Is he trying to talk to us?”

Bee’s tail bristled. Of course I’m trying to talk to you!!

Fixit rolled up, scanning frantically. “Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! This is highly unusual! Bumblebee has been transformed into a Felis catus—”

“WE KNOW, FIXIT!” Sideswipe shouted.

Meanwhile, Bee was still screaming in cat. His big, fluffy paws slid uselessly against the floor as he tried to stand on his hind legs, only to immediately flop onto his side, his massive fur making him look like a panicked, golden cloud.

Grimlock gasped. “Guys… what if he stays like this forever?”

Silence.

Then, Bee let out the most pathetic, distressed meow known to Cybertronian kind.

The team immediately lost it.