"Sam, what on earth were you doing in there?" The moment Sam opened the door, his dad tried to squeeze inside.
"Wait! Wait..." Sam barely managed to stop his dad.
"We heard you talking to someone just now. And why do you smell so sweaty?" Sam's mom looked at him with undisguised disgust.
"Uh, I was working out!" Sam hurriedly came up with an excuse.
"Move!" His dad shoved him aside and stormed into his room with a baseball bat.
"Why is your room such a mess? It looks like a junkyard!" Holding the baseball bat, Sam's dad frowned at him.
Sam's mom took a couple of looks from the doorway, then decided to remain there. Mainly because Sam smelled far too strong.
"What exactly were you doing?" Sam's mom looked at him suspiciously.
"Were you..." Seeing both father and son freeze, Sam's mom changed her wording.
"Having 'Sam's happy time'?"
Lu Qi hung from the ceiling with Dark Power and silently captured this iconic moment.
"No! Mom, I..." From his angle, Sam saw Lu Qi take a picture and nearly shouted, but then he spotted Optimus Prime's head suddenly appearing outside the window and forced himself to hold it in.
"You don't need to explain anymore, Sam. I know that, at your age, you need a little private space..."
Sam looked at his mom and tilted his head back. Maybe that was the only way to keep the tears from spilling out.
Lu Qi glanced at the helpless Optimus Prime outside and shook his head, unable to help.
If he went out now, it would probably only make things harder to explain.
"Uh, hello, Mr. and Mrs. Witwicky." Afraid the Decepticons would come knocking while this dragged on, Mikaela stepped forward.
"Oh, hello?" Sam's parents looked at Mikaela in