The youthful medic carefully put the energon fudge into the little seeklet's hands, making sure that she had a good grip on it before he let go. Then he looked up as a chime came from his desk and went to answer his phone. "Yes? Oh, hello, Hot Rod. ...You're coming in for repair? Ratchet paid your fines so you could go to the stock racing track again? ...Yes, I'll let Alpha Prime know."

He hung up and sighed. "Ratchet has weird ideas on how to get the Prime to Earth."