Hello~ everyone! As promised, I give you the first part of TURTLE RUSH. The second part will be on its way, but I hope you have time to read this story. As I stated before, I’ll upload artwork of panels, either ‘sketch or color’, whichever I have the time to finish, so be on the lookout. Anyway, feel free to ask me any questions regarding this story. Your feedback would really help me know on how I’m doing so far. Best regards to you and your loved ones. Have fun!
Stay safe, healthy, and in holiday spirits!
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[NEW YORK...]
Spring Break. A whole week off from school here in NYC. Now the first day, students charge out of campus like a stampede. From hitting the books to hitting the sandy beaches, partying, and just doing whatever they can within seven days of freedom. At least, for some of them.
Beneath the city and within the sewers lies the hidden lair of the turtles. Except this time, no turtle or rat to be found. Instead...
BRIIING!
Beep
“C-hello~.”
[Hey, Dahlia.]
“Hey, April. You coming over?”
[Yup! I am so ready for this!]
“Good, cause it’s kinda quiet around here.”
[Well, since the guys are finally taking that camping trip—]
“Survival training.”
[Right, right...which means somebody’s gotta watch the lair...which, I would totally do, but—]
“I know, you’ve got a ton of homework like I do and still looking for that perfect job. Y’know I can ask Hueso to have you fill in during the day.”
[Thanks, but I don’t want anything that could eat me, spit bodily fluids, or slip any funky, mystic junk that might explode. I don’t know how you do it, but you handle like a boss.]
“It’s what I do.”
[Anyway, I’m jealous you got a break three days earlier cause of...what was it again?]
“A school carnival incident. Let’s just say the board will be diving real deep into budget repairs.”
[Hey, so, I’m ten minutes away from a manhole. Go take a break and get something to eat]
“Sure, I’ll even bring back something later. Just let me tell my co-sitter. Oh, Shelldon~!”
WHIRL~
“You rang, dudette?”
The purple droid floats above her as she stands up.
“I’ll be back in a few. Mind turning on your safety protocol. Just in case.”
“No worries, Dahlia, I got this.”
Shelldon nudges his head into hers as she smiles, petting him.
C-CLANG!
Using an exit outside of town, she conjures her powers and forms a pair of wings to fly out.
FLAP—FLAP-FLAP—FLAP!
Dahlia closes her eyes and breathes the air in the night sky. Looking down, she gazes at the multicolored lights that give a glow to the city that never sleeps.
“Alright...which joint should I hit up? Chinese, Thai, Italian, seafood...or~ Lou-Mike-Toney-Tony’s Pizza like we usually do? Hmm...”
But her thoughts are interrupted when spotting colorful characters standing in the harbor.
“Hello~ what do we have here?”
FWOOM~
She glides slowly and lands behind a stack of shipping containers.
“What a delicious variety.”
“Muy Bueno...”
Peeking around, Dahlia sees none other than Hypno, Meat-Sweats, and Ghostbear circling around a pile of stolen goods, no doubt.
“I told you this villain retreat would be a mesmerizing idea,” Hypno implies.
“And a special bonus in defeating those pesky turtles,” Meat-Sweats smirks.
“(Whispers)What? No, that can’t be right...”
“Are we sure those were the turtles? They look, uh...different...”
“And many in numbers,” Ghostbears grunts, “one tried to bite my ear off like a squeaky toy.”
“Who cares. More food for an appetizing full-course turtle cuisine.”
The trio laughs, wickedly, not seeing Dahlia glance at the nearby shed.
“Sorry, April, but takeout will have to wait.”
Dahlia sneaks over to investigate.
C-Click...Creak~
Opening a window from the roof, she leaps down on the catwalk in pitch black darkness.
“Ugh...hiding someone in a dark room. Clique much?”
“Hey, get your elbow outta my face.”
“If you get yer’ foot off my foot, pipsqueak.”
“Say what!”
Suddenly, she hears voices and looks somewhere in the middle of the room. It’s hard to make out, but the silhouette of a rope is seen hanging from one end and a large net ensnaring people in.
“Enough, you two! We’re getting nowhere with you bickering for the past five minutes.”
“Dude, I’m cramping up here.”
“At least you’re not getting the blood rushed to your cranium.”
“Psst!”
“Shh, everyone shut up. I heard something.”
“Hey...hey you.”
“Who’s there?”
“Up here.”
Dahlia waves her arm, regardless of if they could or couldn’t see.
“Who are you?”
“My name’s Dahlia Shinzo. I’m here to help.”
“Finally!”
“Shhh~!!”
“Sorry.”
Using the material from the metal rail to form a knife. She jumps and lands above the net.
Bonk!
“Ow!”
“Sorry.”
“It’s fine, miss.”
“I’ll cut the—”
“Wait! Our weapons are right under us.”
Dahlia sees them, the blades especially pointing in their direction.
“Relax, I got this. Now hold still.”
“No, no, no, no—”
SLASH!
“AAAHHH!”
FWIP/CLATTER!
Dahlia forms a foot and extends downward to kick the weapons out from under.
THUMP!
Next thing they know, they’re on the ground with minor concussions. Dahlia leaps down in front of them.
“In all fairness, I did warn you.”
“Oh no, I love falling ten feet above ground and taking a shell to the face.”
“Again, sorry. Are you guys o...kay~...?”
Her words become lost as she stands there in shock once the moonlight shines through, revealing the captured victims. Once noticed, they all wide-eye each other. Until the taller one in orange nervously chuckles.
“Ah-ha-ha...hi...”
“I-I...you...what the what?”
“Don’t be scared/Don’t freak out, please.”
Dahlia shakes her head before sliding her fingers across her forehead.
“O-kay~ either I overworked myself, gone crazy, or I’m dead. Hopefully not crazy...”
“It’s, uh, not as bad as you think.”
“Seriously, Don? You think giant, talking—”
“Wait-wait-wait...what did you say?”
“Well, we’re...uh~...”
Dahlia gets closer to the gap-toothed one, making him feel uncomfortable as she circles around him.
“Um...this is...awkward, right? Anyone...?”
“Oh my Pisces...Donatello?”
“You...you know me?”
“You know us?”
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“No way.”
She looks at the others.
“Michelangelo?”
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“That’s me.”
“And me!”
“Raphael and...a-and Leonardo?”
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“That’s us.”
“...I knew it. I’ve gone nuts.”
BAM!
Everyone jumps from the door opening abruptly.
“Well, well, well...seems a little mouse is trying to steal our cheese.”
“What cheese? I see only those tortugas and small girl.”
“It’s an expression~ we’ve been over this. Just like the saying: ‘it’s raining cats and dogs’.”
“Now there’s animals falling from the sky?”
“No~ it’s—”
“Cats, dogs, mice, whatever! Let’s just batter and fry these pests on a—huh?”
In their rant, they now realize the teens have snuck out of the backway.
“Book it, people, let’s go!”
“What do ya think we’re doin’?!”
“No fair, I’ve got shorter legs than y’all!”
CRASH!
“Uwaaahh!”
The villains burst through the shed.
“Not so fast, missy!”
FWIP-FWIP—FWIP!
Hypno uses his color-changing scarf trick to lasso Dahlia.
“They got her!”
“I got this!”
Leo2k12 charges in.
“Leo, behind you!”
FWIP!
CLANG!
“It’s those flying hoops, yo!”
Ten of them form a barrier around Hypno and Dahlia.
Tap-Tap
“Huh?”
Donnie2k3 turns but doesn’t see anyone.
SHWING~
“Ahh!”
“Peek-a-boo, tortugas.”
“Donnie!”
CRUMBLE!
Raph2k3 pulls his brother just in time and swings his fist out.
WHIRR
But it goes right through his transparent body.
“Heh-heh-heh.”
“Augh~ shell.”
POW!
“Raph!”
Leo2k3 runs over after his brother hits a shipping cargo.
“Ugh~ forgot he can do that.”
“Seriously,” Mikey2k3 exclaims, “ghost powers, floating magic tricks, and an oversized cannibal pig?! What kind of mutants are they?!”
“The kind that’re kicking our butts...again. But not this time!”
“Wait, Raph, we need a plan.”
“Dudes~! We could use some help over here!”
Mikey2k12 gets their attention as he and his brothers try to break the barrier.
“Looks like your act is all tied up, missy.”
“Subtle...but did you forget?”
CLANG~!
Using her powers, she forms two blades from the ground, cutting the fabric apart.
“The best performance—"
TWIRL—TWIRL—CLACK!
“—can come from improvising!”
“What the.../Woah~/She has super powers?!”
Ghostbear and Meat-Sweats jump beside Hypno.
“Take. Her. Out!”
ROAR!
SHWING!
Ghostbear disappears and reappears behind Dahlia.
FWOOM!
“Huh?!”
But she vanishes before he throws the first punch. (Ninja Stealth/Invisibility Lesson #3😉)
Fweet—Fweet~
The wrestler looks up at the sound of a whistle and sees Dahlia spin towards him.
💥KA-POW!!
“OOH~!”
THUMP!
“A double spin-kick to the face!”
“Girl’s got game.”
FLING!
CLACK/CLANG-CLANG/CLASH!
Hypno’s hoops swoop in from all directions and she repels with her swords.
“Your performance is exceptional, as always! A shame I have to draw the curtain down on it!”
“Wanna bet!”
SHWING~
The swords turn into a bow and arrow. With focus and precision, she has the targets in sight.
FFT!
SHOOM—SHOOM-SHOOM—SHOOM—SHOOM!
The arrow takes off, a thread hanging by the tail as it shoots through every hoop.
CLATTER!
With one pull, the hoops are tied up.
“RAAR!”
BAM!
Dahlia ducks, still having the hoops in her grasp as Meat-Sweats swings his giant meat-tenderizer.
“Those pesky turtles may be the main course, but your powers will make a wonderful dessert.”
“Sorry, but I think my flavor would burst that pork-belly of yours. Ever thought about going vegan?”
“Grr~!”
POUND!
Dahlia jumps as Meat-Sweats hammers a crater into the ground.
“Get ready, boys!”
“Ngh!”
FLAP!
Pushing herself off of the pig’s head, she soars up high.
Dahlia transfers a fraction of her powers down the thread .
SHACK!
Everyone gawks as she warps the hoops into a giant hook.
“Oh~ shallops...”
FWOOM!
“RETREAT~!!”
Screaming in terror, the villains could only run ten feet as the hook snatches them up.
WHIRL!
“WHOAAA—AAA—AAHHH!”
With enough spin, Dahlia finishes things off with one swing.
FLICK!
“UWAAAA~!!”
💦💦SPLASH!💦💦
Dropping the trio along the waterfront.
GURGLE—GURGLE!
SPURT~!
“Ugh/Ooh.../Cough-Cough~!”
“Hah...I hate those pests.”
While the villains wash their pain and shame in the harbor, the others escape into the sewers, with Dahlia leading.
“That was epic,” Mikey 2k12 cheers, “you’re like a superhero, girl!”
“Are you part mutant or somethin’,” Raph 2k3 questions.
“Half-human. The other half is yokai.”
“Wait, you’re a yokai?”
“Are there more of you,” Donnie 2k3 asks.
“Yokai have been in this world for generations. Mystical powers, magic, you name it. But as far as I know, I’m the only half-breed of my kind.”
“No wonder you were owning that fight,” Mikey 2k3 grins, “you got some next-level skills, dudette.”
BRING~!
Dahlia takes out her phone.
“Oh crud, it’s April.”
“As in, O’Niel,” Raph 2k12 questions.
“I’m assuming you guys have one of your own, too?”
“Think of us as parallel universe versions,” Donnie 2k12 implies.
Beep!
“Hey, you.”
[You on your way, Dahlia? I got some pizza as backup if all the joints are booked.]
“Thanks, April.”
Dahlia eyes the turtles before awkwardly smiling to herself.
“I hope you bought extra...I think we’re gonna have a long~ night.”
[TO BE CONTINUED...]
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>>>>>>>NEXT DAY>>>>>>>
BIP-BIP—BIP...BIP-BIP—BIP!
“...Mm...”
Opening her eyes, Dahlia hears the alarm on her phone. She slowly reaches for her phone and turns it off. Reading the lock screen, it’s 8 in the morning.
Rustle~
She sits up, stretching her arms out and yawns.
“Aw man...I had the weirdest dream—”
💥CLATTER/CRASH!
Before she could finish, she runs out of the spare room on the top floor and into the middle-deck. Following the sound, she finds the kitchen a mess, supplies and boxed food piled across the room.
Clunk-Clunk!
“Ahh~ help me! I’m drowning in delicious food!”
“O-kay~ it’s not a dream...”
Dahlia quickly reaches in and pulls Mikey2k12 out.
“What are you doing?”
“I, uh, got hungry so I thought I’d make breakfast for me and everyone.”
Bonk!
A cereal box plops on his head, making him chuckle sheepishly.
“You can leave the cooking to me while you wake everyone up. Deal?”
“Like a turtle do! Be right back!”
She laughs as Mikey2k12 skips out of the kitchen.
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[Moments Later...]
SLICE!
FSSH~
Chop-Chop-Chop-Chop-Chop
From the table, the turtles watch as Dahlia cooks eggs, bacon, and fluffy pancakes. When finished, Dahlia puts everything on the counter.
“Dig in, guys.”
“Yes/Thank you~!”
Dahlia goes to the sink to wash the dishes while everyone eats. While doing so, she keeps thinking to herself about these strange events.
‘So...theories become reality. Then again, we’re practically living proof of things we never thought existed.’
Her hands become still in the running water, wondering if she’s not going in over her head in this dilemma.
“(Whispers)Just get a move on!”
“(Whispers)Alright, I got it.”
Hearing someone come, she continues her duties. Though without eye-contact, she can tell who it is by their voice.
“Hey.”
“Oh, hey Leonardo.”
“You can call me Leo if you want. Need some help?”
“Uh...sure. You wash, I’ll rinse.”
Dahlia slides over and hands Leo2k3 a sponge.
C-Clink
“... ...”
“... ...”
“Psst!”
Leo2k3 looks over his shoulder and sees his brother Raph make a face with arms crossed. Leo deadpans, raising his brow-line before turning back.
“Dahlia...”
“Yeah?”
“I want to apologize for my behavior last night. I didn’t even thank you yet for saving us.”
“Don’t worry about it, Leo. I’m sorry for making you sleep in the living room, but with the guys and Splinter gone, I don’t want anyone touching their stuff.”
“It’s alright. Mind if ask something?”
“Shoot.”
“What are they like? The other us.”
“Oh, well...Raph is the oldest. He’s not as hot-tempered as those Raphael’s, but he’s got the heart of a leader with full support and encouragement as he is overprotective.”
“And the other me?”
“Easy: he’s rebellious, charismatic, carefree, and a joke-loving maniac.”
“Sounds like Mikey.”
“Well, that too, but Mikey has his savage moments.”
“Raph-level savage,” Leo2k3 jokes.
“Not sure,” Dahlia snickers, “but he is straight-to-the-point and often snaps if you’re not careful. But he does have a similar tooth-gap like that other Donnie over there.”
“What about—"
“Donnie-boy? Hah!...he’s full-on sassy, reckless, sometimes emotionless, and obsessed science kind of guy. And since he and Leo are twins, they’re always on each other’s case.”
“You weren’t kidding when you said they’re our polar opposites,” Leo2k3 laughs.
“...Leo...April and I will do everything we can to get you back to your real home. I promise.”
“Thank you, Dahlia. Truth be told, my brothers and I have been in this situation before.”
“Really?”
“Oh, you’d be surprised.”
They dry their hands after finishing.
“Hey, Dahlia! There’s a note on this cupboard for you!”
Dahlia comes over to grab the note and read it aloud.
“Dear Dahlia...I restocked some of your favorite ice cream in the fridge. If you need the first-aid, there’s one in the shelf. If any bad guys or creeps follow you at night, take Shelldon with you. I also got you extra pillows and blankets in your room. You can even borrow that giant stuffed bear you got me last year on my birthday to snuggle with.”
Both Mikey’s snicker in the background, much to both Raph’s dismay.
“Don’t overwork yourself and just relax. We’ll see you soon...Love, Raph and the Mad Dogs.”
“Who’s the Mad Dogs?”
“That’s what we call ourselves.”
“You even get a cool team name? Lucky!”
“Better than mighty mutants.”
Leo2k12 frowns at Raph2k12’s smirk.
“I knew Raph was a big softie,” Mikey2k3 leers, mischievously, “got any other hobbies besides, knitting, Raphie~?”
“Yeah...”
Pound—Pound!
“Punching.”
“HAAAH!”
ZIP!
“C’mere, Mikey! Take it like a turtle!”
They watch the older-looking brothers run around the room.
LATCH!
“AHH/HEY!”
CLUNK!
Taking a fall, they realize something wrapped around their ankles. Dahlia walks up as they’re being lifted up by her powers.
“Did I also mention that the brothers usually support each other without minimal, judgmental violence involved?”
Eventually, she lets them free.
“But if you’re not convinced, I’ll let Franken-Foot do the talking.”
“Franken—who now?”
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[Moments Later...]
SQUEEZE~
“Buddies~!”
CRUSH!
“Ooh/Urgh!”
Dahlia watches in amusement as the origami-ninja has every turtle in a bone-crushing hug.
“Ack!...O-Okay...we get it.”
“I’m sorry...you want another hug? You heard it buddy. Give ‘em some more love.”
The patchwork laughs with glee as he tightens his hold on them.
“For a ball of paper he’s—urgh...got one heck of a grip.”
“Can’t...feel...face.”
“Pay attention, cause I’m only gonna say this once: Sure, playful bantering is fine, but if you get serious on me with all this physical...mental...emotional drama...I will whoop you all the way down to the Hidden City. Capeesh?”
“W-We promise, Dahlia.”
“Swear it on my own shell.”
“...Meh, good enough.”
Snap!
THUMP!
With one nonverbal command, Franken-Foot lets them go as they breathe like their life depended on it.
WHIRR~
That’s when Shelldon glides in.
“We’re up and ready to go, Dahlia!”
“Perfect timing.”
“What’s going on?”
“Since you’re stuck here for a while, you can hang out in the lair until I get back.”
“From where?”
“Shopping. I’m gonna need some of you to go on recon with me during the day to find the information we need. So, you’ll need some new threads to go incognito. Shelldon, get their measurements.”
“On it!”
FWIP!
“Hey!”
ZIP!
“Haha—that tickles!”
The android zooms up, down, left, right, all around using a tape measure and his scanner.
“Calculating now.”
Bleep...Bloop...Bleep...DING~!
“Measurements complete. All good to go.”
He gives her a piece of paper.
“Thanks, Shelly. Keep an eye on these ‘troublemakers’.”
“Can do.”
“You don’t have to go through all that trouble for us,” says Donnie2k3.
“I don’t mind. There’s this new store I’ve been dying to check out, anyway. Well, brb with the duds, boys. Don’t break anything.”
“Cross our shells.”
Dahlia waves her hand out as she leaves through a tunnel. Shelldon floats in front of the turtles.
“Alright, my bros, let’s get this party started.”
“Whoo~ I’m all in for the arcade!”
“Count me in! What do you say, little me, one-on-one on the Carlynator?”
“Oh, it’s on, yo! Get ready to eat my dust!”
“I’m gonna stay out ‘ere and workout,” Raph2k3 says, “hey, short-stack, feel like you’re up for some sparrin’?”
“Hey, I can still kick your butt no problem.”
“Heh, we’ll see about that.”
Leo2k3 glances at the shorter him, points his thumb out and receives a nod that they’re thinking the same thing.
“What about you, Donnie?”
“I don’t know,” Donnie2k3 shrugs, “maybe read some books?”
“It’s in Donnie’s lab over there.”
Shelldon points one propellor to the door.
“Great,” Donnie2k12 smiles, “we can hang out in there—”
“Woah~ hold on, dudes. You don’t wanna do that.”
“Why not?”
Shelldon uses his head to bounce a ball up and send it to the front entrance.
C-Clack
🔪SLASH!
“(Unison)Gasp!”
💥BLAM!
“AHH!”
🔥🔥FLARE~!🔥🔥
“Holy chalupa/What the shell?!”
They gawk as the ball is reduced to million pieces of ash.
“Well...in that case...hey Mikey! Let’s make it a team round!”
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[Hours Later...]
FWIP!
“Hah!”
“Ngh!”
FLIP!
THUMP/URGH!
“Haha~ gotcha again, short-stack.”
“Oh~ snap! Total beat down for the twentieth time, bro!”
“Shut it, Mikey!”
Raph2k3 steps back as Raph2k12 gets up from the ground. Across from them, the Leo’s are still sparring, not showing any signs of backing off.
“Not bad, little me.”
“Well, I am you, technically.”
FWIP!
GRAB!
Leo2k12 grips his alter-ego’s arm and gets him off balance by swinging him over his shoulder.
WHIRL!
“Ahh!”
TUMBLE!
But Leo2k3 takes him down as well and locks him with a joint-lock.
“You’re right...we are alike. But a little more technique next time, okay?”
“Ugh...noted.”
“Good hustle, guys.”
“Thanks, Don.”
“And how’s our Donnie doing?”
“Still trying to find a solution?”
“Well, no one said it would be easy,” Donnie2k12 implies, “I’ve tried calculating every possible way, but...”
“Aw man, I hate when there’s a ‘but’ in a sentence.”
“We could track those robbers and get one of their ray guns.”
“I see,” Donnie2k3 hums, “if we could get our hands on one, then we might be able modify it and send us back to our worlds. “
“Great. There’s just one problem: we’re still marooned ‘ere.”
“Taller me has got a point.”
“Oh, then what do you suggest?”
“Something that isn’t as crazy as your screwball idea.”
“Seriously? Do you really need to—”
“I’m back, guys!”
They turn to a tunnel and see Dahlia coming out.
“Hey, girl, how was the—woah, what are those?!”
Mikey2k3 points at the small, pudgy creatures holding shopping bags like she is.
“Oh, sorry. This is my familiar, Fable.”
SWISH—SWISH—SIWSH!
Fable’s body doubles disperse, and he stands in front of Leo2k12, shaking his hand.
“Um...nice to meet you, Fable.”
“Aw~ he’s so cute.”
“Oh, he’s not just cute.”
SHLUP~
The turtles watch as Fable turns into a thin, tall version.
“He’s also good in a tight jam.”
SHLUP!
The familiar then turns into his muscular form.
“Woah-ho-ho! Now that’s cool!”
“Thanks, little buddy. Get some rest.”
SHAA~
Fable disappears into thin air.
“I thought April would’ve helped you with shopping.”
“She’s currently on the hunt for a job. Again. Anyway...”
Dahlia puts the bag in front of everyone and picks one up.
“To make this easy on us, I’ll give you guys some nicknames; less confusing. That cool?”
“Sure/Alright.”
“I’ll start with the shorter turtles. Michael, this one’s yours.”
“Sweet~!”
Mikey2k12 grabs it and hugs Dahlia.
“For you, you’re more of a Leon to me. Hope I got the right fit.”
“Thank you, Dahlia,” Leo2k12 bows.
“What about me?”
“Hmm...you do have certain traits different from Raph’s...how about Red Rover?”
“🤨...”
“I’m kidding,” Dahlia laughs, “let’s call you Raging Red.”
“Meh, works for me.”
Raph2k12 fist-bumps Dahlia and takes the bag before the gap-toothed turtle comes up.
“I don’t think Donald is the right one for you, so let’s use his codename: Purple Rain.”
“Not the worst thing I’ve been called. Thanks.”
“Okay, you’re up tall ones.”
“What’s my nickname? I bet it’s totally rad.”
“Hmm...I’m thinking either Angelo or—”
“I’ll take it! Thanks, sweet-cheeks!”
Mikey2k3 swiftly takes his bag.
“Donnie?”
“Right here.”
“How do you feel about the name ‘Donato’?”
“Well...Donato is another variation of Donatello. I like it.”
Leo2k3 steps up.
“Not sure if you can find one for me.”
“Don’t be so sure Leo...or should I say....Blue-nardo.”
“Pfft!”
Leo2k3 frowns at his brothers’ snickering.
“Or~ I could call you Blue Bishop.”
The blue-clad thinks on that before cringing a little.
“As less corny as that sounds, I’ll take the first one.”
“You sure? I was just trying to get back at you but—”
“Let’s just say it reminds me of someone we had history with.”
“If you say so.”
“Hope ya got a better one for me.”
“Don’t worry~, I gotcha covered...Red King.”
“A leader and a cool alias? This other Raph’s got it made.”
Dahlia playfully chuckles at that remark.
“I call the bathroom! See ya slowpokes!”
“Hey, don’t hog it all to yourself!”
“We’ll try them in the living room.”
“While you’re doing that, I’ll get lunch ready. Does sandwiches sound good?”
“Sure, we—”
“Hey, Dahlia!”
“Yes, Angelo?”
“What’s a sword doing in the bathroom?”
“A what in the where now?”
Dahlia runs up the skate-ramp and leaps onto the second floor, then uses her powers to give an extra boost to the top. Rushing over, her face drops when seeing the weapon in Mikey2k3’s hand.
“I-I...y...t-that—URGH~!”
The guys watch as she lets out a frustrated yet forced chuckle as her eye twitches.
FWIP!
Swiping the sword, she storms a few feet away and dials the number.
BEEP~
[Ola~ you reached Neon Leon. You know the drill.]
BEEP~
“Hey, Leo, it’s your karaoke buddy calling. Hope you’re doing okay and not bored out of your mind, buuu~t maybe this will perk you up when I say—I’M GONNA TURN YOU INTO A TURTLE KEBAB! If you don’t know what I mean, you’ll soon find out...if you live to see it! 🎵Props to your brothers and dad—okay, bye~.”
Hanging up, she doesn’t see the tiny fear in everyone else’s eyes caused by her mood-changing, threating message. Only Leo2k12 is brave enough to come forward.
“...So~...mind telling—”
“Ugh~!”
Dahlia shocks him when she dramatically whines into his shoulder.
“U-Uh, okay...um...what’s happening?”
“Leon, if the Donnie’s get a hold on time-traveling gear, let’s switch you with our Leo during weekends.”
“Wait, what?”
“Why is my bestie so fun-loving but such an idiot?!”
Leo2k12 awkwardly smiles while patting her back.
“I’m guessing it has something to do with the sword,” Mikey2k3 whispers.
Dahlia groans as she holds the odachi up.
SHWING!
“Woah/Gasp!”
They gawk at the glowing, blue circle as an emotionless Dahlia falls in.
SHWING!
“What the shell?!”
SHWING!
POOF!
The turtles see her land on a beanbag chair on the main floor before the glowing light fades.
“But this is great,” Donnie2k12 hollers, “if we use this sword to harness the teleportation then—”
“Hold it!”
“W-What—what did I say?!”
Donnie2k12 puts his hands up in defense as Dahlia points the odachi at him.
“First off, I know mystic weapons cause of my dad, so I know how dangerous these things are for amateurs. Leo’s barely managing this himself. Who’s to say that you’ll end up in some monster’s belly or somewhere worse if you tried it?”
“True, true...but~ that’s where you come in.”
“Right,” Donnie2k3 pitches in, “you can use it to open portals for us.”
“So, I’m the guinea pig?”
“We didn’t say that.”
“A lab rat.”
“We didn’t say that either.”
“You were thinking it.”
Donnie2k12 leans towards Leo2k3.
“Mayday, mayday, we’re losing her, Nardo.”
“Look, Dahlia, I understand your concern.”
Leo2k3 walks towards her.
“But this might be our chance to find our way back. And we’re not sure if those thieves will ever show up here anytime soon.”
Dahlia holds the odachi close while sighing.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t risk endangering you guys. Believe me...I’ve seen this happen before.”
“Dahlia—”
“That’s why...”
“...?”
“I’ll be the one to enter the portals, not you. To make sure it’s safe.”
“Dahlia, what if you get stranded?”
“She won’t be,” Mikey2k12 chirps, “we’ll tie a rope around her. If trouble comes knockin’, she tugs, we pull her back here, repeat the cycle. Full proof, am I right, dudes?”
“Uh, yeah...it is.”
“Nice goin’, little Mike.”
Raph2k3 brings Mikey2k12 in a chokehold while giving him a noogie.
“You’re a lot smarter than you put on.”
“Hey~ was that an insult towards me,” Mikey2k3 whines.
“Knucklehead.”
“(Scoffs)Rude!”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Hueso gave me intel, so let’s check out the spots as a backup plan.”
“She’s right, bros,” Raph2k12 agrees, “I’m okay with this portal thing, but not if something jumps out at us first.”
“Then we better get started.”
“Guess who’s back guys!”
“April.”
“What up, girl!”
Dahlia walks towards her.
“Woah, hold up, is that—”
“Mind helping with lunch?”
“Sure, but what’s—”
“Here’s the thing....”
The girls head to the kitchen as Dahlia explains.
.
.
.
[Meanwhile...]
At Central Park, the mutated villains are meeting with the thieves just below the Belvedere Castle near the rocky terrain.
“Are you sure this is safe,” Hypno questions.
“Relax, no can see or hear us. I put up a cloaking perimeter.”
“You lads better have a good reason to drag me away from my hunt.”
“Mr. Swaggart...”
The leader comes forward.
“Rest assured you’ll get back to your meal once you agree to our terms.”
“And what might that be?”
“Do we get share of the deal, too?”
“Oh, you’ll have more than that.”
WHIRR~
He presses his watch as a holographic image appears with three different locations.
“Time is on our side, gentlemen.”
SHACK!
Drawing the weapon, he points it towards the photos of Dahlia and the turtles.
“And with your help, we will pull off the biggest heist of the century and dominate everything in it.”
BANG!
SHWING!
He twirls his firearm with a smirk.
“What do you say, boys...up for a little experiment?”
No words are needed as the trio mirror their newfound allies’ expressions. One that would shake New York City to the ground in their favor.
