And on goes the tracker. He’s heading in the direction of Smokescreen while he keeps the commlink active.
::That depends. What kinds of toys are they? Who gave them to you?::
::They’re stuffed bots!! One’s bucket and one’s no face and one’s the mom-like bot!::
/He’s staying pretty still, at least, and he’s just on top of a newspark-sized toy car that looks vaguely like Optimus./
As it turns out, an excitedly beeping sparkling is not difficult to locate. Megatron is entirely unsurprised to find that “bucket” refers to an effigy of himself.
“There you are…” Ah yes. Binary. /I can see that. They’re almost as big as you but they’re not adults./

