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Disneyland(#5731 Oe) 
Disneyland hasn't changed much over the years. The Matterhorn Mountain ride 
  is still the predominent feature as you drive up Highway 101. As you get 
  closer, you can make out some of the features of the taller rides as well 
  as the monorail system that connects the theme park to the chain of 
  hotels around it. Come on in, you're never to old... at least that's what 
  they say. 
You push your way through the crowds and into the Magic Kingdom. 

Mischief et al are very close to the entrance in the main street area as 
  Mischief and Omega were caught on the way to the Pirates ride. 
Two admissions personnel stop in front of the red Autobot approaching the 
  park. The point their fingers toward him and seem to be explaining 
  something to him. One of the people reaches into his back pocket to 
  withdraw a wallet. He points toward one of the bills and then says 
  something back to Perceptor. 
Photon hrms. "Um, Mischief, did you tell him to bring money?" 
Mischief blinks. "Money?" 
Photon says, "You know, what they charge people to get in?" 
Perceptor looks genuinly confused. You can seem his moving his arms into 
  the air as he makes a shrug of his shoulders. He smiles politely toward 
  the admissions people and points toward the Cybertronians in the 
  distance, apparently trying to explain to them the purpose of his visit. 
Omega Supreme states, "Currency is required to enter this facility?" 
Photon says, "Hold on." He TFs, flys over to the cashiers, and TFs back, 
  waving his EDC ID at them. "Official business, gentlemen. I garuntee he 
  won't be going on any rides." 
Perceptor looks toward Photon and says calmly, "Salutations, Photon. I did 
  not know you were here ...these individuals seem reluctant to allow me 
  admission into this facility." 
Mischief slaps a hand to her face. "I knew I forgot something! Ah well... 
  we kinda snuck in the 'up' way..." 
Photon nods and sighs. "Yeah, I noticed." He turns back to the 
  'individuals'. "Look, they'll be no damamge. If there is, I'll cover it. 
  C'mon, it' not like he's gonna fit on Space Mountain!" 
Although they look reluctant, the cashiers finally wave Perceptor into the 
  theme park. The flashing of a military identification seems to have been 
  sufficient to change their minds. 
Photon follows Perceptor in. "Right over here, Doc. They'e been waiting to 
  see you." 
Centurion lumbers into the area, his bluish grey optics surveying the area 
  casually. 
Mischief suddenly gets a blank look on her face, then hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmms. 
  Slowly, a small smile creeps across her face again as she looks at Omega. 
  Experimentally, she reaches over and pokepokepokes gently at him. 
Perceptor nods his head toward the people as he casually strides into the 
  park. Once inside, he looks about, surveying the nearby areas. The 
  scientist glances toward Photon and asks, "Where, exactly? I am afraid 
  that I am not aware of what is happening here..." 
Mischief et al are very close to the entrance in the main street area as 
  Mischief and Omega were caught on the way to the Pirates ride. 
Centurion tries to pick his way through the crowds, though robots of his 
  stature generally have difficulty doing so. Stopping for a moment to 
  consult something or other internally, he begins making his way towards 
  Mischief's group, holding a small drone by the mid-section directly in 
  front of him. 
Photon leads Perce over ot Mischief and Omega and EdB and the twins. "Over 
  here." 
Centurion drops Small Drone <Elita One>. 

Mini-Omega(#830 PienrcmjJF) 
Looking down, you see the image of Omega Supreme. This guardian robot seems 
  to have lost some of his height, now standing a mere 8 feet, rather than 
  his usual 130. His orange claw arm and grey plasma blaster arm are a 
  constant reminder of the sheer power this robot possesses in his normal 
  form, but you have to wonder how effective they are now. A pair of 
  wing-like structures reside on his back, with his cannon enhanced head 
  inbetween. 

Omega looks to be in near perfect condition, the only damage being a few 
  miscellaneous dents, which appear to be purely 
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Perceptor looks down at the tiny guardian. 
Centurion looks down at the tiny guardian. 
Omega Supreme states, "Greetings Percetpro" 
Perceptor's yellow optics flash in surprise as he looks toward Omega 
  Supreme. A slight smile seems to cross his face for a moment, but it 
  quickly fades and is replaced with a look of concern. "Omega Supreme!" he 
  exclaims. "What has happened to bring about this change in mass?" 
Centurion places the drone down onto it's GravLift after reaching the 
  group, giving a nod to the group and looking to Perceptor before 
  speaking, "She needed someone to bring her to you..." 
Omega Supreme states, "I am uncertain. I arrived on Earth. As soon as I 
  transformed, I suffered a loss of mass." 
Mischief flits upwards to greet Perceptor cheerfully, wavewavewaving, 
  giving him a quick snug as she's still in a really good mood, then swoops 
  back towards Omega. "He's okay, he's not heavy, he's my brother," she 
  tosses back at Perceptor. 
Mischief giggles. She mutters to Edward Bryant, "Spontaneous..." 
Small Drone <Elita One> waits outside the gates, "Centurion, I believe 
  Perceptor is otherwise indisposed. I can wait, certainely." 
Centurion nods, crossing his arms and watching from outside, "Do you need 
  me to stay here?" 
With his attention fully focused on the diminutive pair before him, 
  Perceptor seems quite oblivious to anything around him. He stands instead 
  looking in utter awe at the smaller figures. 
Photon just stands and watches. 
Edward Bryant stands next to Omega, getting the twins settled in, as he 
  looks up and smiles, "Perceptor!" 
Mischief beams proudly up at Perceptor. "Ain't he neat?" 
Photon says, "Well, small, at least?" 
Perceptor jerks his head as he looks toward Edward Bryant, a look of 
  surprise still on his face. "H-Hello, Edward," he stammers. Smiling 
  toward the twins, Perceptor adds, "Congratulations, by the way ...I 
  received news of the expansion of your family only recently." 
Edward Bryant smiles gingerly, "Thank you... seems that we have a small 
  problem here." 
Photon facepalms. "Um, Sir? Better vocabulary, please?" 
Mischief blinks, then falls over laughing at that joke. 
Perceptor says dryly, "Indeed." He glances back toward Mischief and Omega. 
  "I do not know if 'neat' would be the adequate descriptor to assign to 
  this situation, Mischief." 
Mini-Omega looks at the group, understanding the idea behind the joke, but 
  failing to find it humorous. 
Photon says, "Neat works for me . . . I can say I'm only a foot shorter 
  than Omega Supreme." 
Centurion waits for a reply for a few minutes, then takes the drone's 
  silence as negative. He transforms and starts rumbling away, transforming 
  back to his robot form as he gets into a tight section with some tourists 
  and has to pick his way through the crowds. 
Mischief finally pulls herself up off the ground, still having fits of 
  giggling, then elbows Omega in the mid section. "Eeeesh, he made a 
  funny.... Didn't ya get it?" 
Photon says, "I don't think he did, Mischief." 
Mischief hrms, then leans close, animatedly waving her hands as she 
  explains. She mutters to Mini-Omega, "... funny cause... said small... 
  you... to... big and... actually... big thing... Get..." 
Omega Supreme states, "I see." 
Photon facepalms. "Perceptor, while you're at it, can you program him a 
  sense of humor?" 
Mischief grins again, leaning back as she pats him on the shoulder. 
Perceptor glances toward Photon. He calmly says, "I belive that is a more 
  complicated process than you may believe, Photon." 
Photon blinks. "How hard can it be? I mean, Stormshot once turned off his 
  own emotions, hwo hard can it be for you to turn Omega's on?" 
Mischief says, "He just needs to have some fun and if everyone wasn't so 
  stuffy, we could go visit the Pirates! Then maybe even Space Mountain and 
  Star Tours!" 
Photon says, "Actually, I've heard Star Tours: Special Edition is pretty 
  good. Never had a chance to go on it . . ." 
Perceptor twists his head to gaze around the nearby area. Showing obvious 
  befuddlement, the red Autobot muses, "I fail to understand the purpose of 
  this facility. Humans pay significant portions of their earnings in order 
  to come partake in this ...entertainment?" 
Photon nods. "Yeah. It's a human thing. Don't'cha study antho-po-lo-gy?" 
Edward Bryant nods. "Yes, Perceptor... it also gives relaxation for a few 
  days. And anyway, the twins are enjoying themsleves. 
Photon skritches Alex gently behind the ears. "They are, aren't they?" 
Mischief hmmmmmmmmms, then grins at Perceptor. "Wanna come with us?" 
Perceptor replies to Photon, "Only in brief lapses from other areas of 
  interest." Looking toward Edward and the twins, Perceptor says, "I 
  suppose such an atmosphere is more condusive to the jubilation of human 
  children than Autobots ...by the way, what are the names of your 
  children?" 
Photon ahs. 
Edward Bryant looks at Ohoton, "They're infants, not puppies." he smiles 
  towards Perceptor, "Allow me to present.." he gestures to the boy in the 
  blue jumper, "Alexander Michael and.." gesturing to the girl in the pink 
  jumper, "Gwendolyn Whitney, the two newest residents to Autobot City." 
Photon hrms. "That reminds me, Ed. Why do you live with the Bots instead of 
  with other people?" 
Perceptor smiles widely toward the twins, waving his finger before them. 
  "Hello, Alexander and Gwnedolyn," he calmly states. 
Edward Bryant looks at Photon, "Because, since the cons destroyed the home 
  in Virginia, we have been staying with the Autobots for some semblance of 
  protection." 
Photon blinks. "Um . . . when did this happen? I-I didn't know . . . I'm 
  sorry . . . " 
Mischief sighs. "I remember that! I was still the old me then!" 
Edward Bryant says, "It happened about a month after the wedding... a con 
  raiding party destroyed the Bryant estate. We decided against rebuilding, 
  and instead moved back into Krystal's old room within Metroplex." 
Perceptor nods his head slowly as he stands back to his full height. "I 
  remember that as well," he confirms. "That was shortly before I left to 
  conduct research on Mars." 
Photon fumes. "Nobody tells me anything." 
Mischief hmmmmmmms at someone small and winged and quiet, then bounces over 
  to pounce him. 
Photon idly considers making a holo-Omega for Mischief to try and pounce, 
  but decides not to. 
Mischief succeeds in grasping Omega Supreme, throwing him off-balance. 
Photon looks at Perceptor. "You know, it's a good thing he shrank. The 
  alternative would have been Mischief making herself huge, and I don't 
  think Cybertron _or_ Earth could have survived that." 
Mischief looks over, hanging on to Omega for the time being, then giggles. 
  "Hey... yah know... maybe I can take his...er.. nevermind." She quickly 
  shushes herself, not wanting to give something away. 
Perceptor glances toward Mischief appraisingly. His thoughts seem 
  interrupted as he asks, "So can any of you inform me as to exactly how 
  Omega Supreme came to find himself in this predicament? It needs to be 
  rectified as soon as possible." 
Mischief whistles innocently, then ponders dragging Omega towards their 
  original destination again. "Hmmm... . what do you mean? He shrunk, 
  that's all." 
Photon says, "He was in rocket mode, changed, and shrank. Right outside the 
  Ark." 
Perceptor shakes his head. "There must be more to it than that. A circuit 
  anomaly such as this would not have been undetected given the intense 
  monitoring given to all Autobots. I can understand that this situation 
  may provide temporary enjoyment, but we must examine the causality before 
  we become complacent in that celebration." 
Photon blinks. "Huh?" 
Mischief thbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbts at Perceptor. "Not like anyone pays much 
  attention to Omega!" she begins, then slaps both hands over her mouth 
  hurriedly, looking away to grump. "Nothingnothing... I just swapped a few 
  pieces parts. I wanted him to be small so he could see the world, that's 
  all," she mumbles. 
Photon blinks. "Junkion repair job? Oh, man, been there, done that, got the 
  holo-recordings to prove it. I feel for ya, Omega." 
Perceptor's yellow optics seem to brighten in intensity. "Are you 
  indicating that you were the one who brought about this change in the 
  body mass of Omega Supreme?" 
Mischief hovers up towards Perceptor's face, sticking her little chin out 
  as she plants her hands on her hips. "I did it and I'm glad!" she 
  announces. 
Perceptor frowns slightly toward Mischief. Looking toward Omega Supreme, he 
  shakes his head to himself. "I fail to see the humor in this situation. 
  Crystal City is left defenseless along with other Autobot territories on 
  Cybertron. This situation requires that I establish efforts to undo the 
  ..alteration." 
Photon blinks. "Last I knew, most of the Cons were still on Earth anyway . 
  . . what's the big deal? They attack up there, you guys clean them up 
  down here." 
Mischief siiiiiiiiiiiighs. "Can't he even have a vacation? He's a people 
  too..." 
Photon says, "I don't think we've got enough chairs for your friends." 
Mini-Omega suddenly jolts to life, as if he had an idea. He looks to 
  Mischief, as if sizing her up. Then, making sure everyone is save from 
  his intended path, pounces at Mischief (though from lack of practice it 
  is rather poor form) 
Mini-Omega misses Mischief as she scoots out of the way like a pixie on 
  fire. 
Mini-Omega skids along the ground, having missed his target. 
Photon blinks. "Omega? Pouncing? Points for surprise, but you gotta work on 
  your form." 
Mini-Omega quickly gets up, brushing himself off as best he can considering 
  he has no hands. 
Omega Supreme states, "I fail to see the entertainment value in that." 
Mischief *almost* gets caught, but catches the movement out of the corner 
  of her optics and shoots upwards with a burst of thrusters, blinking down 
  at her attacker, then drops and laughs! "Omega! You pounced!" 
Mischief laughs again. "It's more fun when you surprise your pouncee! 
  Almost got me!" she says, still giggling, then hops over to him. "Pretty 
  good for a first try!" 
Omega Supreme states, "Yes, I have seen you do it many times (usually 
  against me). You seemed to quite enjoy it, so I thought I would attempt 
  it." 
Mischief beams happily at Omega. "There's hope for you yet." 
Mischief hehehees, grinning herselfly, then reaches out to try and tag him. 
Mischief succeeds in grasping Omega Supreme, throwing him off-balance. 
Mischief says, "You're it!" 
Mischief tags him, then leaps away, running around in a little circle. 
Omega Supreme states, "It?" 
Photon chuckles. 
Mischief says, "Yup, yer it! You have to tag someone else and make them 
  it!" 
Omega Supreme states, "What is the purpose of this?" 
Mischief pauses from her circling for a moment to look puzzled. "Umm... 
  cause it's fun?" 
Edward Bryant takes Small Drone <Elita One>. 
Omega Supreme states, "In what way." 
Mini-Omega obviously fails to see how running around touching someone could 
  be fun. 
Photon says, "It just is, Small-Guardian." 
Mischief rubs her helmet thoughtfully. "Yah, just cause that's what we 
  like! You get to practice pouncing... you know, stretch your imagination 
  and all yer 2000 parts?" 
Photon scratches his head. "Does he even _have_ immagination programming?" 
Mini-Omega reaches out in an attempt to make contact with Photon. 
Mini-Omega succeeds in grasping Photon, throwing him off-balance. 
Mini-Omega stops as soon as he touches Photon. 
Mischief grins. "There, see? Now he's it! Run, Omega!" 
Omega Supreme states, "What is next?" 
Mischief says, "RUUUUUN AWAAAAAAAAAAY! You don't want to be it again! 
  Quick, run like a bunny!" 
Omega Supreme states, "I see." 
Photon blinks, and reflexivly reaches out to tag Omega again. 
Mischief waves her arms excitedly at Omega, trying to get him to move. 
Photon misses Omega Supreme with his grasp attack. 

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