The base was in absolute chaos.

Today was bath day.

And someone (ahem, Jazz) was making sure it turned into a full-scale disaster.

You, the perfect, well-behaved dog that you were, had already accepted your fate. You sat patiently on a towel, tail wagging, waiting for your bath like the good girl you were.

Jazz, however?

The menace in feline form was currently tearing through the base like a turbofox high on raw energon.

“GET BACK HERE, YOU SCRAPLET!” Ratchet roared, skidding around a corner as Jazz launched himself off the couch and onto Grimlock’s head.

Grimlock blinked in confusion, then shook his head like a giant trying to get rid of a pesky fly.

Big mistake.

Jazz dug his claws in.

Grimlock’s yell shook the whole base as the red and white cat hissed like an angry demon and kicked off his helm, flipping through the air like he was putting on a show.

“YOU ARE NOT PARKOURING YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS, JAZZ!” Bumblebee shouted, lunging for him—only for Jazz to twist mid-air and land on Bulkhead’s back, using him as a springboard to the top of a shelf.

Ratchet was fuming, brandishing a soaked sponge like a weapon. “PRIMUS HELP ME, I WILL DUNK YOU IN THAT TUB MYSELF!”

You let out a calm little woof as if to say, See? This is why I’m the favorite.

Then, Jazz made the mistake of locking eyes with you.

His expression said, Help me, bestie.

Yours said, You did this to yourself.

Optimus finally stepped in, his voice laced with authority. “Jazz.”

The little menace paused—just for a second—his tail flicking.

Then, in a final act of pure spite, he lifted one paw and smacked an entire pile of datapads off the shelf.

Optimus’s optic twitched.

And before Jazz could make another daring escape—

Optimus snatched him by the scruff of his neck and held him up like a misbehaving sparkling.

Jazz dangled in betrayal, tail twitching wildly. “Ayo, Prime—c’mon, man, don’t do me like this!” “Too late” Optomis says sternly