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“What are you doing?” Optimus’ question was incredulous as he looked out over the field that had once been covered in snow. Technically it was still covered, and trampled, apart from the stacked balls of snow, decorated with the very things most of the mechs were looking for.

Ratchet had been in a snit when he found his med bay raided for tools and supplies. Perceptor had emanated cold rage… everyone had assumed the twins were behind it even though they had matured past pranking since the end of the war. Well, that assumption ended when Sunstreaker came flying, raging about someone having stolen his paint brushes.

And here the things were, in the not hands of stacked snowballs…

“We’re building a snowman army!” the cheerful voice belonged to Snitch, Creation of Perceptor, Drift and Wheeljack, who looked up at him with a proud look on its still round face plates. Too young to have chosen a preferred gender designation, or displayed any tenancies in upgrades. Like most of the sparklings playing in the snow.

“Why do you want an army?” squatting down he asked the question in all seriousness, amused and worried all at once. War was nothing to encourage, not even in play… everyone had had quite enough of war!

“Oh, we don’t! It’s for Santa Clause! Percy’Tor told me that he couldn’t get all around the world in the space of 24 hours alone, and we really want presents like all the kids in that movie last dark cyc~”

“So we’re building him helpers!” Castor broke in, the cubby looking sparkling of Cosmos and Blast Off chipper as always though it had to nearly wade though what was left of the snow. It took after Cosmos, though it sported a bright red visor thanks to it’s code originator.

“You are building Santa Clause a snowman army…” looking around for a moment or two he could not help a merry grin from blossoming.

Oh, how he had missed sparklings!

“I see, carry on, I shall inform everyone not to disturb your army,” he rose to cheers from the flock of sparklings and jogged back in to Metroplex. He had better gather up all the mechs and inform them that tools and such would have to be fetched in the dark of night, along with erasing all traces of the snowman army.

After all, believing in incredible things was the right of all sparklings!