Close Countach vs The President

The whole thing:

Rosanne leapt from the Truman balcony, and as she did, she grew. To a massive, excuse me, more massive proportion. Turns out, she was never Rosanne at all. She was an Android  Shapeshifter. She was now well over 20 feet tall and she looked like something from an old 70s super robot anime. "Boob Rockets? Really Donnie?" Sideswipe groaned as he and his brother Sunny deftly evaded the bombardment and dived away from the robot's super fast kicks.  She was a time and a half taller than either of them, and possibly twice as fast. The next barrage of kicks landed and the lambros were knocked (stylishly, mind you) 3 or 4 meters out into the White House green.

"I bet you're wondering how we got here." Sunstreaker stated as he broke the fourth wall as adeptly as Brainstorm's "meta bomb," or basically every other line in a Deadpool movie. He sat up cross-legged and looked into the "camera"
"It all started with a Mercedes, a friend of mine, actually, who was denied a green card." Behind him Sideswipe leapt through the  air blasting shoulder rockets at "Rosaphrodite A".
     Bluestreak, on the opposite end of the green placed (reasonably gently) two guards out of his way as he ran up to Sunny and stopped to wave into the fictional camera on his way to the fray. Seen only seconds later flying through the air, obviously having been tossed by the giant robot babe (robabe?)
     Sunny looked over his right shoulder then back at the "camera"
"Hmm maybe I should go..."
    "Arrrrrgghhh!" The screams of his band mates echoed across the green.  "Yeah, definitely, But you need to go back to the beginning and see how we got into this mess." Sunny paused for a beat. "Well... get going then..."

     Sunny, Swipe and Blue had met for what they thought was going to be a band rehearsal. As the trio were opening the rehearsal space they received a com alert. 
     "Bumblebee" Sunny stated with a smirk. "No surprise there." He opened the Quancom channel, Bee appeared on the screen. 
    "Sorry guys, last minute reshoots, something about "days of future's past" style revisions"
   Blue groaned, "ugh super soft reboots allowing multiple casts and story lines to continue" he rolled his eyes.  "You're not Sony, Paramount." 
   Bee was naturally defensive as the guys were pretty upset about not being in the film. "Maybe it's the soft reboot that gets you in the next one, Blue." Bee plus snark was not a really common thing so the guys internally decided to back off.
    "Have fun, little buddy." Swipe smiled and winked. Send us some more John Cena selfies. 
The comm beeped again.  Sunny told Bee bye and flipped channels. On the screen were Tracks and Raoul.
     "So yeah," Raoul said kind of sheepishly. "We're off to New York. Tracks is finally gonna meet my folks."
     "Whoah really?" Blue seemed ecstatic, Sunny and Swipe seemed confused.  "Bros, somebody popped the question." Cybertronians were familiar with that human phrase now even if they didn't watch any "rom-coms." The first Human/Cybertronian marriage had a occurred half a decade ago.  Of course at that time it was legal in America. But the current administration had backpedaled that one the first chance it got. Astoria Glide was the first thought but, Powerglide Carlton-Ritz did have a nice ring to it. Sadly they weren't allowed to wear said rings in public for fear of imprisonment.
     Sunny smirked, "You old dogs," he winked at his newly engaged friends  "I'm proud of you both.  After all these years. Don't fret rehearsals Tracks, your guitar is always on point. Bring us back something from the big Apple." 
     "Looks like it's just us three, any ideas how to best kill a few days." Swipe looked back and forth between Sunny and Blue.
     "Surf's up!" Blue yelled.
      "No way!" Sunny Barked, "we do that all the time."  But Blue had a plan. It would totally work too.
     "I'm thinking of the Atlantic this time. We can join in that marriage march in Washington DC after we surf Myrtle." Sunny didn't look convinced. "And we can call Mercy." Blue added.
     If a Cybertronian could blush it was happening to Sunny right now.  Sunny had Met Mercy in DC a few months back and it seemed that his black little heart, okay, oil pump, had grown two sizes just from the experience. Sure her long legs and Mercedes SLK alt-mode hadn't hurt, but Sunny was genuinely impressed with her poise, kindness, and intellect. She was perfect in a way even his own reflection couldn't compete with. "When do we leave?" He asked.