Revenge of the toaster oven.
The dreaded sequal to: "Who said it wasn't combustable?"
Apparently... it's not, cause it's back and it's got a circuit to pick with those who tried off it...
Yes... here comes the smallest plot you'll ever see, about a toaster impersonating a zombie. (No this is not the summary... I think. I just wanted it to rhyme... hehe). Smaller than blowing it up and smaller than making up pizza.
In tribute to the upcoming new tmnt series going to nick. I think it has a real good chance.
A cold winter night in New York City had the hobos of a particular junkyard huddled close together over a metal barrel. Snow lightly fell and the burning aroma of the NY Times aflame wafted in the air as the homeless warmed their hands. Little did these roofless citizens realize that three trash piles down something was stirring deep in the depths of the garbage.
Many of the homeless passed around a bottle of stolen spirits and toasted the evening, for it was Christmas eve and most of them had families that will not see them for the holidays. As they celebrated the eve of St. Nick's day together, they were unaware of a creature watching them and scurrying out of a particularly light pile of garbage. They did not notice the being creeping towards them, it did not register to them since the rats grow so big you could hold a rodeo... until it was too late!
By chance, a hobo turned around in time and screamed as he was mauled by a strange creature that seared and chomped at his skin. The other homeless fled their warm barrels to save themselves. The creature then abandoned it's victim and crawled on metalic insect legs out of the junkyard. It crawled into the street, with it being Christmas eve there were no cars around to crush it, towards a manhole cover. Using the front "legs" it pried open the entrance to the city's sewer system and hopped down. It landed, its legs splashed in a little puddle but seemed unaffected by the water. With a full rotation to assess it's surroundings, it turned on its heat source for lighting and crawled down the tunnel in a seemingly random direction, metalic legs clinging on the stone as it moved down the tunnel.
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Some where else in the sewers, two turtle brothers were helping decorate a large pine tree they managed to pay for and bring to the lair. Well... actually it was one turtle decorating, and the other strategically mapping out the placement of ornaments while trying not to sneeze turtle snot all over the papers.
"You should be getting your rest Don..." Leonardo warned for the fifth time as he strung a gold tinsel boa around the tree which stood near the entertainment area but still in the main hall.
"I know Leo," Donatello paused to blow his nose. He was sitting at a desk which had been brought over near the tree for him to use, covered himself in a blanket and tissues. "But I want to help. I can't lay on my shell all day you know that, my mind is just too restless for that. But hey, I'm sitting right now aren't I?"
Leo proceeded to sigh for the fifth time; though he really appreciated his younger brother's company, he would rather Don be resting than risking getting sicker.
Don frowned at his brother's sigh, "Its not my fault, you know. If Mikey hadn't knocked me into that snowdrift in the park I wouldn't be a miserable mess like this!"
Leo chuckled, "At least you're here and not alone with Raph."
Don's scowling face turned into a grin, he had completely forgotten. Mikey and Raph were at the local orphanage, topside, giving presents to the boys and girls who resided there. He snickered at the thought of Raph being alone with Mikey so long he'd probably go nuts. Though he was glad he wasn't alone in the lair, with Master Splinter gone to Japan, Leo opted to stay to look after him or more accurately to make sure he doesn't start tinkering and using his energy up.
"Right- *cough cough cough*" Don couldn't finish his sentence when a coughing fit came on, it was worse than others. Leo dropped the tinsel rope and rushed over, placing his hand on his brother's back to try and soothe him; much in the way Splinter would do to any of them. His coughing fit ended with Don putting his hand to his throat with a hiss. "So sore..."
"See? You should be resting!" Leo hovered over him. "I'll go make you some tea, but I better find you in bed when I come back!"
As Leo left his side to go to the kitchen, Don grumbled and got up from his chair. Little did the sick turtle know was that he was being watched as he shuffled over to the entertainment area where the couch was. He still wanted to supervise the decorating. With his focus not on his surroundings he probably would have heard the tiny sounds of metal tapping, skittering across pipes above him.
Donatello laid down on the couch and closed his eyes.
The creature moved closer and closer, stalking its prey.
Leonardo gently stirred a spoonful of honey into the cup of warm green tea, the spoon never touching the sides. As he took the spoon out of the cup, he paused. His eyes narrowed.
The creature closed in on its target, its coils burning a bright orange. Crouching, its frame shook with anticipation and a loud shrill of metalic shreak filled the lair as it jumped down through the air at an unsuspecting Donatello.
"SCRREEEEEEEE! !"
"AHHHH! !"
Donny screamed as he saw eight metal spider legs with some sort of metal heating contraption attached to them at the meeting point. It would have made contact if not for another metal object that flew its way.
One of Leo's katana sliced through the air, thrown by Leo himself, aimed at the metal creature. The falling bot used its legs to hook around the blade so that it was carried away with the momentum of the sword without being impaled by it. The creature dropped down behind the stacks of TVs when the sword impacted and stuck in the stone wall above the system. Don regained his composure and quickly flipped out of the couch to behind it with Leo rushing beside him holding his remaining katana.
"Don! Are you alright?" The eldest asked as he got into a fighting stance in front of his younger brother.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine." Don sniffed as he peeked over the couch, scanning with his eyes the entertainment area for the threat that scared him half to death.
"What was that thing, do you know?" Leonardo asked the expert on most things mechanical.
"I have no clue." Don shook his head. He ducked back unto the shelter of the couch backing as spinning projectiles zoomed overhead, "I don't see it, but it obvoiusly wants us dead!"
Leo placed his back up against the back of the couch next to Donatello, "No way am I going to let it make minced turtles out of us."
Leo was about to make a calculated leap to retrieve his sword and put an end to the menace when the sound of the lair door being opened stopped him in his tracks. The loud voices of his brothers echoed through their home in a heated arguement
"Raph! Mikey!" Don and Leo said in unison with horror.
To be continued...
Will the brothers be able to handle the zombie machine together? Of course they will, but it would be fun to see how!
Next time!
