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In Enzo's defence, the pink thing at the end of the Bar has been inert lately. He really didn't think it a problem to go to that end for an order of chips.

Oh, how wrong he was.

He realizes his mistake as the music begins and he starts dancing involuntarily.

Thank goodness he hadn't picked up the chips yet.

[Uh-oh, the Karaoke Machine's on! Watch the ~~horror~~fun, or get ensnared yourself!]

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Enzo can be embarrassed, but not so much by this, and dignity is something that happens when you grow up.

^♫Never gonna make you cry!
Never gonna say goodbye!
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you!^♫

"Baby! Got! Back!" Bee chirrups, and spins around in first one direction, then the other. There's not much left to the song. He might as well enjoy it, right?

Enzo's dancing is now synchronized with the robot's. It's true, may as well get into it!

^♫Never gonna give you up!
Never gonna let you down!
Never gonna run around and desert you!
Never gonna make you cry!
Never gonna say goodbye!
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you!^♫

And with one more gleeful proclamation that Baby does, indeed, got back, Bumblebee spins out and finishes the song in a suitably dramatic pose.

... and provides his own applause, because if you have the recording, you might as well USE it.

Enzo maintains his own pose until the Machine releases its hold on him, and then collapses in laughter.

"What-w-what was that?" he splutters.

"Karaoke!" says Bumblebee brightly, and points at the pink machine. "It provides the musical track. You provide the vocals. I was able to override its selection of music the first time I heard it, but this one seemed like enough fun not to bother."

"I know that," chortles Enzo, "but this song was even more random than last time it got me!"

And last time it was a song about being green. That was a strange song, but at least it made sense in context.

"Oh- well, that was two songs." Bumblebee shrugs, a complex gesture when you've got shoulders like his. "Yours isn't normally sung with mine. I don't know who saw fit to splice them together, but it wasn't too bad, was it?"

"It was funny! Why's there a song about girls with big butts?"

"Because some humans will sing about anything," Bumblebee says. "I suppose Sir Mix-a-Lot felt very strongly about that particular topic."

Bumblebee doesn't much care one way or the other, himself. Human body parts are for humans to take an interest in.

"Users're nuts," Enzo confirms cheerfully.

Oh, just you wait 'til you're old enough, Enzo.

"Oh yes," says Bumblebee. "Still, at least it was enjoyable. I may tell Sam about it, when I go home."

"Who's Sam?"

"The human I live with," says Bumblebee. "When I came to Earth and tried to track down the Allspark, I couldn't find it myself. But I did find that a young human named Sam Witwicky had an object in his possession that could point us to it. I passed myself off as a car so that I could live in his driveway and protect him until the other Autobots arrived. I still do, now."

Enzo nods, listening avidly. There's really only one part of this he finds weird...

"You live in a driveway?"

"Or a garage. I could have quarters at Autobase, but I would rather stay with Sam," Bumblebee says simply.

"That's cool." And awful nice of him. The garage sounds a bit better than the driveway, at least. He supposes it must be comfortable if you're a car.

"You're Bumblebee, right?"

The recording Bumblebee plays back is from the start of some concert, recorded live by a local radio station: "The one! The only!", and he bows. (And follows it up with a tv commercial's chirrup of "Accept no substitutions!")

Enzo laughs at this. "Uncle Optimus told me about you. I've got one of your plushies."

"Oh! You would be Enzo Matrix?" Bumblebee says. "I should have guessed, but I didn't scan. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Uh-huh! Good to meet you, too!"

"How are things going in Mainframe? Isaac is doing well, but I think you knew that already."

He nods - they have indeed been in periodic touch.

"Pretty good, but I'm not in Mainframe, I'm attending the Academy in the Supercomputer."

"The-" Bumblebee shuffles through his files a moment. "Oh. For Guardian training? How far along are you on that?"

"I'm only on my second term. There's ten more."