The sun, the moon and the flamed truck.

"Daddy, where is everyone going?" Luna asked the large semi-cab she and her sister stood besides.

It was four years since Celestia and Luna arrived and Optimus became their new father.

Nest was no longer needed and was considered a loss of taxes, that could be better used to fund operations in Third world countries.

Celestia was now six years old and Luna four, both wearing customized, old dresses.

The base was being emptied, soldiers were putting all equipment in large sea-containers, wich were being put on trucks, ready to be sold to the highest bidder.

The Autobots were unwillingly helping them, because they will be stored away in a secret base, when this is over.

Optimus could not talk to his daughters. He was trying to convince the president to let him stay with his little girls, in an E-mail.

"Alright, load them up!" a man shouted from a plane.

"No! Let us stay with our dad!" Celestia shouted back.

Another man walked up to her, this one was dressed in a fancy suit.

"Do not worry, little lady. We are going to give you two a new home." He said.

Suddenly, Prime spoke up. "Let me stay with my daughters, they are my responsibility! You are not allowed to separate a family, unless a valid reason is given, and I do not see one!"

"Well, what about a truck looking after two possibly dangerous aliens!" The man answered.

"I can be more dangerous, if separated from the ones I hold dear." Primes voice dripping with venom, suddenly going into Stealth-force mode, aiming his weapons at the man in suit.

The man kept a neutral expression on his face, while it was clear he was scared by the dark colour of his pants suddenly becoming darker around the crotch area.

"I will try to come to an agreement with the council, to keep you together." He said, his voice bland and his muscles tensing.

"Good." Optimus said with a dark voice.

Then, Prime opened his driver-side door.

"Celestia, Luna, get in!" He said. "We are leaving."

"Where?" the little ponies asked simultaneously.

"Home..."

Trusting their dad, the both flew in, Celestia taking a spot on the bed and Luna riding shotgun.

Suddenly Optimus drove out of the base, not caring if he destroyed some military equipment, and accelerated to the edge of the city, leaving everyting behind to raise his daughters.

Driving south for a few hours, they came to a halt: the alicorns were hungry and there was no food in the truck.

"Alright, you know the drill." Optimus said. "Celestia, get in the drivers seat. A few miles away is a McDonalds, I am gonna use the drive-in and you order four large salads. Use the money in the glove-compartment."

"Yes sir!" Celestia saluted when she seated herself behind the steering wheel.

'And who said raising girls in the military was a bad idea?' Optimus thought to himself.

When they arrived at the drive-in, a young female asked through a headset what they wanted to order, to wich Celestia answered: "Four large salads!"

"That´ll be it?"

"Yes!" Luna said happily.

"Allright. drive around the corner to make your payments."

When driving around the corner, a young man was waiting with the food for the little girls, when he was stunned to see this gigantic truck stop infront of him.

"That... That´ll be t-twenty dollars p-p-please."

"There you go!" Celestia floated the money over and took the bags with the salads with her magic.

While the little princesses were enjoying their lunch, the manager of the restaurant was furious.

"Who took the gate for the drive-in! Who do I have to fire to let a freaking truck use the drive-in!?"