On a metal world far from Earth, Spike crouched amid his fellow stowaways and pitched his voice low. "Okay, what's our assets?"

"Your looks, my brains," Carly responded archly, "and Raoul's dance skills."

"Also my Walkman and a set of miniature flash grenades courtesy of Wheeljack," Raoul volunteered. "Tracks hooked me up."

"Well, that's better than last time," Spike grinned. "Let's go cause some mayhem."