TRANSFORMERS: Bumblebee's Boy

THANKSGIVING

CHAPTER 37
Thanksgiving

"So, this Thanksgiving thing sounds AWESOME."

Trevor grinned at Bumblebee as they watched as the base prepared for the big celebration in question. He leaned against his father's leg silently, he looked up at him calmly. He'd never had a big Thanksgiving, given his family was so small. So he definitely liked the sound and idea of a big celebration of this kind. "It's awesome," Trevor nodded. "I've never had a big celebration like this, y'know. Since it was just me and my parents," He shrugged. "But I know that it was still an awesome time of the year for us. Lots of great food, man, my mom made a killer turkey."

"Sounds like a good time," Bumblebee whistled. "Too bad I can't exactly ingest any food," He then added. "We'll have our own table, so everyone's just going to think the 'Bots are on a "special diet"," Trevor nodded, clearly impressed by the look on his face. "Don't look so impressed yet, bud. We haven't managed to fool anyone yet. The families aren't even due for another five hours."

Trevor sighed, but knew that Bumblebee was right. Chances are, they wouldn't fool anyone and this could end up a disaster of epic proportions. A fact which made him wonder if extraterrestrials could be deported. "Well, hopefully it will go smoothly," Trevor spoke up. "Because I rally don't want to think about what might happen. If you guys expose yourself and get, y'know, deported or something..."

"I'd fight tooth and nail before I left you," Bumblebee told him bluntly. "Besides, you can't exactly deport giant robots who could flick you, and you're dead," Trevor snorted at that, knowing that to be the truth. "Hey, Prime, is it time to meet about this or what?"

Trevor turned his head as Optimus approached them, smiling and waving. Optimus gave him a smile, his optics twinkling at his grandson calmly. He looked at Bumblebee and shook his head, putting his hands on his hips. "Not quite yet," Optimus noted. "I was simply wondering if our Thanksgiving teacher may have some advice on what I should be projecting my holoform as wearing?" He asked, staring at Trevor.

Trevor crossed his arms and smiled a bit, still surprised at how he was considering a teacher of anything. "Same thing as you wore at my parents funeral, I'm guessing," He explained. "I've never been to one of these things, but you do dress nice for Thanksgiving. And that's your formal wear, so that seems about right," He added.

Optimus nodded, and Trevor knew this was not a stretch, as he projected that attire a lot. Bumblebee however, would probably have to work on his own look, given he wore a much more relaxed look. "Well then, I definitely have to work on that," Bumblebee stated, crossing his arms. "Help me figure out what I'm "wearing" will you?" He asked Trevor, who nodded with a grin. "That's my boy."

Trevor shook his head, crossing his arms a bit. "Don't worry guys, you'll look good, and you'll have fun," He told them with a grin. "Thanksgiving and Christmas are two of the greatest holidays ever, because it brings the family together," He explained. "It doesn't even really matter what you wear. Just that we're here together is awesome." He added.

"Christmas?" They both questioned at once.

"You'll find out about that next month," Trevor explained. "Just google it though, you'll see the basics."

After a long moment, Bumblebee tapped the side of his arm plating. "So, ummm, do you still believe in this fictional "Santa Claus" character?" He questioned politely, tilting his head.

Trevor facepalmed at the use of the word "fictional" in that sentence, especially given the question. Trevor finally let out a light chuckle, shaking his head, and looking up at his father. "No, but try not to say that around the little kids," He explained with a wink. "Unless you want about a thousand angry mothers smacking your holoform with their purses. Santa is a pretty big deal to kids around this time."