Leo slid into the driver's seat of the Battle Shell and slammed the door, letting out a happy sigh. All of his brothers had been doing their own thing tonight, and he had borrowed the Battle Shell to cruise around the city a little.
That was more Raph's thing, but who wouldn't want to get out of the lair, once Mikey found his old Raffi tape and began singing to it. How he even remembered those words nobody knew. He had been out of the lair for a safe amount of time though, and Mike had probably either gotten bored, or Raph had destroyed the tape.
The key was put into the ignition and turned. Nothing happened. "What the…" Leo mumbled to himself, and turned the key again. This time only a wet sort of gasping noise came out of the engine. "Damn!"
This happened every once in a while. The key would be put in and turned, but the van just wouldn't start. Unfortunately for Leonardo, every time that had happened before, Don had been there and known just what to do to fix it.
After a few more tries, Leo had to admit defeat. Pulling out his shell cell, he pressed speed dial.
"Hello?"
"Casey?" Leo asked, "Listen, I need your help."
"YOU need MY help, Leo? Wit' what?"
"Um…I'm having some car trouble with the Battle Shell. Won't start. I don't want to call Don just yet. Or Raph. He'll tell Don. So…wouldya mind?"
"Nah, I'll help. It's stick, right?"
"Yeah."
"Where are ya?"
"5th and Spring."
"A'ight." Click.
Leo waited around for a while, finally spotting a familiar man-shaped silhouette in the shadows off a building. Casey was holding something long and metal, a tool Leo was unfamiliar with.
"What's that?" He asked curiously as Casey approached.
"Tire iron." Casey replied.
"But, I'm not having problems with the tires," Leo protested. "What do you need that for?"
Casey grinned like a madman. "You said it was stick."
"So?"
"Just watch and learn."
Casey walked over to the Battle Shell, lifted the hood, then proceeded to beat the crap out of the engine with the tire iron.
"Leo nearly jumped out of his shell. "Hey!" He screamed, pulling the man away from the van. "I can't let you beat Don's truck with a tire iron! Are you off your rocker?"
Casey just stared. Leo sighed. "Right. Guess it's time to call for more backup."
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Leo and Casey lingered around outside the warehouse, waiting for Donatello to finish. They both brightened as they heard the roar of the engine starting up.
Don had had to come all the way up from the lair and survey the damage before helping Leo and Casey push the van back to the warehouse. Luckily, it had only been a few blocks away.
Leo had been certain that Don was angry with him for letting Casey beat his precious baby with a tire iron, but now the truck was starting again, maybe his purple clad brother wouldn't be angry after all.
"So?" Leo asked, as Don came out of the warehouse.
The purple wearing turtle gave him an easy grin. "Good as new."
"What did you do?" The blue masked one asked curiously as he and Casey followed Don to the elevator.
"Oh, it was easy." Don told them. "I just beat it with a tire iron."
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A/N: I don't think the Battle Shell is really a stick shift, but for the purposes of this story it is. And, believe it or not, Casey was right. Sometimes when my piece of crap Geo Tracker won't start, beating the engine with a tire iron starts it right up!