Prowl is enjoying a night on the town. It has been awhile since he has been out with the human without needing to worry about the stupid Kitty. He demands some cider and dinner.
The Cider arrives first. Prowl consumes it quickly and waits patiently while dinner is prepared. The cider is particularly strong this evening and it begins to rush to his head quickly.
Dinner is equally excellent. He prepares to demand another cider from the human when his cell phone rings. It is the boss. He wants Prowl back to work immediately as there is an emergency.
Prowl arrives at work to find the boss in a panic. Kitty has gone missing. They can’t find her anywhere. Perhaps Prowl can go look for her? Prowl is pissed. He was having a good time, not worrying about the stupid Kitty, and now he finds he HAS to worry about the stupid kitty. But… he sets off anyway. With Little Prowl now in the office, he feels he needs to set an example – perhaps get a promotion.
Prowl looks around the office. Kitty is not at her desk. She is not snuggled up with the Little Prowl (for this Prowl is happy). He decides to check the landscaping that the stupid humans keep in the middle of the office. It is a jungle in there. Maybe Kitty decided to go for a smoke break and got lost.
He scales the nearest desk and sees a flash of pink in the greenery. That’s not supposed to be there. Ugh. Stupid cat.
He carefully pushes his way through the massive vegetation. There are thorns everywhere. He doesn’t understand the appeal. Also, he is a giant robot. Why are these plants so fucking big?
He finds Kitty sitting up against one of the shrubs. Demands to know why she ran away. She explains that she wanted him to look for her so they could have a picnic, and isn’t this romantic?
Prowl is pissed. Without another word, he grabs Kitty by the cords and pulls her away. Kitty squeals with excitement, but Prowl tells her she needs to go back to work. He has drinking to do and she is not invited. He leaves Kitty by her desk and storms away.
He returns to the bar and demands another cider. The human obliges promptly. Prowl scales the bottle and fits himself headfirst into its contents. This is too much work for a Giant Robot on a Friday.