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“Bumblebee! Cheetor! Glad you're here, I need your help with something!”
Well, Bumblebee and Cheetor had only been passing by the lab, but they were happy to help Wheeljack out.
“Sure, Wheeljack, what do you need?”
Wheeljack grabbed something and padded over to the two of them. “Glad you asked, Bumblebee! I need you two to test these out.”
Both of them held the objects. They each had two long boards with some sort of machinery attached to them.
“What are these, Wheeljack?” Cheetor inquired.
“Rocket skis!” He answered enthusiastically.
“Rocket…skis?”
“Ya, rocket skis! I figured that they may be helpful if we have a run in with Decepticons while there's snow. All I need you two to do is to get to a snowy hill somewhere, and just make sure they don't blow up!”
Bumblebee raised an optic ridge. “Are they…going to blow up?”
“Well, we won't know until you try!”
Bumblebee looked over at Cheetor, and shrugged before they headed out.
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Cheetor used the Allspark portals to find a snowy area, with a hill.
“C'mon, Cheets, it'll be fun!”
Cheetor looked at his skis. “I…don't know what skiing is. Or how it works.”
Bumblebee smiled as he put his skis on. “It's really a human thing. You put the skis on, and then slide down the hill! Except, Wheeljack put rockets on them.”
He finished attaching his skis to his pedes, and waddled over to Cheetor, helping him with his skis.
“I've seen it before, can't be that hard. We'll do it together!”
After Bumblebee was done, he wrapped an arm around Cheetor's waist, and waddled them both to the edge of the hill.
“Do we just…go down?”
“Ya, pretty sure!”
He waddled more off the edge, and they started going down. Cheetor immediately wrapped both arms around Bumblebee, his pedes moving rapidly.
“Cheetor! I don’t think moving like that is helping!”
“Ahhhhh!”
Cheetor's grip on Bumblebee tightened, as he tried to stay straight. With Bumblebee’s help, they were both going down the hill with good speed.
Cheetor started laughing, finding skiing fun now. Bumblebee laughed along with him.
“Bumblebee! When are the rockets supposed to come in!”
“No idea!”
Bumblebee looked at the skis, finding a small pedal on the ends. He looked at it, and pressed on it.
A whirring noise came from the bottom, and a blast of hot air and smoke came from the engines.
Uh oh.
Flames burst out of the engines, speeding them up to rapid speeds, too fast for them to control.
“Bumblebee! What did you do?!”
“I don't know! I just hit something!”
Both of them tightened their hold on each other as they sped down the hill, and continued on as they got off the hill, and sped through the plains.
“How do I turn it off-”
They both slammed into a tree, cutting off their course. The engines faltered and failed, as Bumblebee and Cheetor laid in the snow.
“Bumblebee! Are you okay?”
He groaned. “Ya, I'm okay, what about you?”
Cheetor looked himself over. “I think I am okay.”
They took their skis off, and carefully got up.
“So…rocket skis a bust?”
Cheetor nodded. “Yes, I believe so.”