The entire scrapyard went dead silent.

One moment, Sideswipe had been standing there, arms crossed, rolling his optics at Grimlock’s brilliant idea to test out a laser gun he found. The next?

ZAP.

And now?

A small, red and black cat sat where Sideswipe had been, tail fluffed up in absolute panic.

“Uh…” Bumblebee blinked. “Grimlock. What did you just do?”

“I—uh—” Grimlock held up the laser gun, staring at it like it had personally betrayed him. “I thought it was set to ‘stun’…”

The tiny cat in front of them suddenly let out a loud, distressed meow.

“MEOW!”

Sideswipe—now a cat—was losing it. His fur bristled as he looked down at his new tiny paws, then back up at the team. His ears flattened.

“MEOW! MEOW MEOW MEOW!!!”

No one understood a single thing he was saying.

“What is he saying?!” Fixit screeched, scanning wildly.

Bee knelt down, trying to approach cautiously. “Sides, buddy, it’s okay, we’ll fix this—”

Sideswipe bolted under a table.

“HE’S FERAL!” Strongarm yelped, jumping back.

Grimlock’s optics widened. “Oh no! What if he stays like this forever?!”

Meanwhile, Sideswipe was still under the table, screaming in cat.

This was going to be a long day.