Peach Blossom slowly opened her eyes. The journey to the surface had not been pleasant. It was cramped in the transport pod and someone, Peach Blossom had a sneaking suspicion it was either the Warthog or the Rhino, had left a bag of Malteazers under one of the seats, they had not aged well and last time that Peach Blossom had checked, Malteazers were not green on the inside.
She wondered where she was, she opened the door cautiously, ready to fly if necessary. She needn't have worried. She was in a deserted junkyard. She got out of the machine and slowly took in her bearings.
New York, how odd, why would she be in New York? She stared at the Empire State Building in the distance, as if that might offer some sort of answer. It didn't and Peach Blossom felt she was wasting valuable time. She was sure that the Brain would send someone to look for her and she should get moving. Flapping her wings gently, she flew towards the bustle of the city.
She landed in an alleyway, to mull over her situation. She had to rescue the other Flutter Ponies, and she was fairly positive that the Brain or whoever was in charge would know how to send them make to Pony Land. Not that saying please would be any use. Villains just didn't understand good manners. Some amount of force would have to be involved, but what could one Pony do on her own? She was going to need help and, if she had her popular culture facts right, she knew just who to go to for said assistance. All she need now was the entrance to a sewer.
Donatello glared at his invention. It wasn't working. Glaring at it wasn't helping, but nothing else was working. He wasn't too far from resorting to Raphael's method for starting reluctant machinery; kicking it and swearing. Sighing, he picked up his screwdriver and half-heartedly started rearranging wires inside the machine. It was a machine to determine if any mutagen the Turtles found was stable or not, without the need for time-consuming tests. Truth be told, Donatello quite liked the time-consuming tests, as he enjoyed lab work immensely, but the others were not as patient and this machine, if it EVER worked, would prove very useful for the Turtles.
`I do believe that if you changed around the blue and red wires, and then transfigured the counter power source towards the optimum output whilst configuring the negative switches, that your machine would function perfectly adequately', said a helpful female voice behind him. He swung round in surprise. Looking at his machine with interest was a small, winged pony. Her body, mane and tail, were a light green colour, with a symbol of light pink flowers on her hips. Her legs were long and spindly and her wings gauzy looking and transparent, catching any available light and making tiny rainbows dance around her. She turned her long-lashed eyes towards him. `Hello,' she said friendly, `I'm Peach Blossom, pleased to make your acquaintance'. She smiled at him.
Silence. Donatello was still staring at her. After about half a minute, she cleared her throat politely. This roused him out of his stupor and he blinked. `I, er, well......what are you?', he finished somewhat clumsily.
`Well, I'm a Flutter Pony, a variation of a My Little Pony, only smaller with wings that snap off more easily and then annoy their owners ten years later when they find out on Ebay that we're worth a LOT more with wings intact'.
`Oh', he took all this in. `Well, I'm, er, Donatello. I'm a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle......'
`Oh yes, I am aware of that. Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles, of course'.
`Noooo, I said Ninja Turtles'.
`Yes, I heard you, Hero Turtles'. Peach Blossom looked cheerfully at him.
Donatello decided not to press the point any further.
`A, Flutter Pony?'
`Yes, am I going to fast for you dear? Aren't you meant to be the smart one? Anyway', she continued before her could answer, `I have come here to seek your aid in a rather desperate matter'.
Donatello was confused. After all, it wasn't every day that a strange flying horse invaded the Turtle's lair, told him exactly what as wrong with his machine (she was right as well he noted with a twinge of annoyance), insulted his intelligence and then asked for his help. He noticed Peach Blossom was giving him a very quizzical look. Probably thinking that she'd get more sense out of Michaelangelo, he thought, and what was all this Ninja/Hero business?
He attempted to pull himself together. `My help? With what?'
`To rescue my friends, the other Flutter Ponies, from a large talking Brain with a throat problem and his side-kicks, a helmet wearing, gravely voiced bad-guy, and his side-kicks, a pair of bumbling mutants, collective IQ maybe, I don't know, all of 46.....'
`Krang, Shredder, BeBop and Rocksteady', supplied Donatello, suddenly interested.
Quite. Anyway, they pulled us out of our own world, very rudely I might add, to theirs, a huge circular metal oddity'.
`The Technodrome'.
`Really?' Well, I escaped and took one of their transporters to New York, and then I came here, which brings us up to date'.
`What do you think Krang might want the Flutter Ponies for?', asked Donatello, getting up and moving across the room towards his computer equipment, where he began to press a few keys. Peach Blossom followed him.
`Possibly something to do with our magical capabilities. You have an impressive range of equipment', she said, as she cast an observational eye over it.
`Thanks. So, what exactly happened when you were transported to this world?'.
`Well, it all happened so rapidly, but we were sucked through the portal and we arrived in New York. But before we could react, we were transported again, to this Technodrome I guess'.
`Well, that explains that', said Donatello, not taking his eyes from the computer screen.
`What?'
`The strange weather anomaly, apparently the sky just ripped open, that's where the other Turtles have gone, to investigate. April didn't say anything about Flutter Ponies though'.
`April?'
`April O'Neal, a friend of ours. She's a reporter'.
`Ah, the token feisty female you find in situations like these, I do like to see the old traditions being kept up', said Peach Blossom vaguely as she examined one of Donatello's many experiments, `I've tended to find that humans have the ability to automatically erase what they can't explain, selective short term memory loss'.
`You said the Flutter Ponies are magical?', asked Donatello finally looking up.
`Yes, why?'
`I think that Krang plans to use them to power the Technodrome'.
`And that's bad?'
Well, it would destroy civilization. And us, especially us, from Krang's point of view.'
`Hmmm, well there's tradition and then there's cliché', said Peach Blossom, not looking the least bit concerned, Donatello noticed.
`You don't seem very worried about that eventuality', he began.
`I'm not. Why do you think I came to you?'
`Hero'.
`Ninja'.
`Hero'.
`Ninja'.
`Hero'.
`Ninja'.
`I spy with my little eye something beginning with.....K!'
`Hero.....kettle'.
`Ninja....Kit Kat wrapper'.
`Both wrong!'
`I'm sick of this! (Hero) Where's North Star?'
`Don't know, (Ninja), I'm sure she'll be back soon......kangaroo'.
`What kangaroo?!'
`I don't know, I give up. What is it?'
`And Fizzy, if we've just spent the last ten minutes searching in vain for something that begins with a `K', only to be told its that cow on that poster over there, I am not going to be amused', said Summer threateningly.
Silence
`Fizzy?'
Silence
`Fizzy?'
`I spy with my little eye....!'
North Star glided gracefully over the city. She was trying to stick to the rooftops to avoid being seen. It was working. No one was giving her a second glance. But she couldn't see the Turtles anywhere. She had a bad feeling about this whole ordeal and was sure it would end up the same as most of their adventures; with Summer's big mouth getting them into trouble.
She scanned the horizon, where were those Turtles? You wouldn't think they'd be that hard to spot, they were green for a start, and were wearing those awful hats. Hang on.....Two rooftops over she spotted three figures. Wearing trench coats. Hopeful, she set off.
`This is a waste of time', stated Raphael matter of factly, `there's nothing here'.
`You never know', replied Leonardo, `the sky doesn't just open like that, there's got to some sort of clue'.
`Why?'
`Because that's how it works!', said Leonardo, exasperated. `Dim-witted villains always leave a clue!'
Raphael sighed. And then he fell off the building.
`Raphael!', the others cried, but their attentions were immediately diverted by the small army of foot soldiers who had just arrived, looking for Peach Blossom.
What a great day THIS is turning out to be, thought Raphael as he plummeted downwards.
Suddenly, he stopped moving vertically and started moving horizontally.
`What-the?!'
`Don't worry, I've got you!', said a soft English accent. He looked. And stared. He was riding a horse, a flying horse, a pink flying horse. Just for good measure he settled down for a good, long gape.
`Out of the frying pan and into the flying horse', he said eventually, his automatic function for puns taking over the rest of his brain.
`Pony actually'.
`Oh', was all he could say, still somewhat shocked.
She landed on the next rooftop. `One of the Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles I presume', she said politely.
`Close enough', replied Raphael warily.
`I'm North Star, we need your help'.
`We?'
`Yes, myself and three others'.
`With just as equally twee and cute names I bet', said Raphael nastily.
`Well, er....', started North Star, taken a back.
`Tenderheart, Love-a-lot and Funshine?', enquired Raphael.
`Wrong icons', said North Star frostily. `Jazz, Fizzy and Summer'.
`Summer?! I can see it now, cheerful all the time and sings a lot right?'.
North Star resolved to introduce him to Summer as soon as possible.
`Well, its not that I don't appreciate the rescue, North Pole, but do you think you could return me to my friends? We'll go back to saving the world, and you can go back to flowers and bunnies....YOW!', he jumped back suddenly, as a laser was fired at them.
North Star looked up. `Should they be able to do that?', she asked , indicating the foot soldiers with some sort of rocket packs moving towards them with laser guns.
`Not usually', admitted Raphael.
North Star considered their options. And decided to save the ungrateful Turtle again.....and then take him to meet Summer.
`Come on', she urged him.
`What! No way! I'm not being saved by a pink pony again'.
The way he spat out the word `pink' annoyed North Star and she simply dived under his legs so he was on her back again and launched off the building.
`Hey!', he protested.
North Star ignored him and flew on.
Its `RE', that just has more class', said Summer
The Ninja/Hero debate had not been resolved, but had been replaced by one about the spelling of `theatre/er'.
`The sound is ER though'.
`That's not the point. Anyway, what do you know? Who couldn't handle the word philosopher and had to have sorcerer instead?'
`Hey guys! Its North Star!'
Jazz and Summer looked up. North Star was indeed approaching them, and as quite a rate. She also had a Turtle on her back.
`She found them!', squealed Fizzy excitedly.
North Star landed, out of breath.
`Whats going on?', asked Jazz.
`I saved Raphael, but we were then pursued by some flying foot soldiers'.
`And you led them here!?', cried Summer, aghast.
`Here they come!', Fizzy said, looking up
Raphael got off North Star's back. `Don't worry, my pretty ponies, I'll take care of you', he said gallantly.
Summer gave him a cool stare. `Really?', she said, with a dangerous edge to her voice. She stepped forward, the jewel on her forehead glowing.
Suddenly, out of a clear blue sky, lightening stuck, and Raphael and the Ponies were showered in Foot Soldier bits.
`What was that?', Raphael was amazed.
`The "Pretty Pony"', answered Summer, `So, Raphael? Has North Star told you about our situation.
`Umm....'
`Actually, I was just telling Raphael about the lovely happy life we live in Ponyland, with flowers and cupcakes and singing', North Star said meanfullyly.
Summer raised an eye-ridge, `I see', she said thoughtfully.
Raphael was felling uncomfortable. Summer, the light blue one, was unnerving him.
`Well, I was merely stating an , er, clichéd point of view, not shared by myself', he rambled in the face of her icy glare.
`Oh. Cliché! Lets talk about cliché shall we?' "The Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles" Hero', she repeated to the dark purple unicorn who had opened her mouth to say something. `A group of males of a different species (and their human female friend), trying to save a world that isn't their own from an old-arch enemy while struggling with the prejudices of the humans they save everyday', she smiled smugly at him.
`Shut up Summer', sighed Jazz, who had realised that the best way to get someone to help them was not to insult them. They really should stop letting Summer hold the negotiation talks. `Priority here? Flutter Ponies? Get off you soapbox please. We're here for a reason'.
`Which is?', said Raphael after glaring at Summer, `And can I just say: original and best'.
`Well....'
`This isn't going to involve a flash back is it?'
`No', said North Star, an avid flashback hater, firmly
`Woah! Bodacious colour-concepts!'
They all swung round. Leonardo and Michaelangelo were looking at the assembled group, confused.
`It's the other Turtles!', said Fizzy.
Raphael looked at Summer. `Do you want to say `duh', or should I?'
`Who are you?', asked Leonardo, walking over to them.
`We're Little Ponies', said Jazz, deciding to take charge. `I'm Jazz, and that's Fizzy, North Star and Summer. We're here searching for our friends, the Flutter Ponies, they were taken from our world and into yours. We've been looking for you. We were kinda hoping you'd help us'.
`Of course we will', said Leonardo. `That must have been the strange weather phenomenon'.
Michaelangelo looked at Fizzy's eyes. `What's with the sparkly eyes Dude?', he asked
`I'm a Twinkle Eyes Pony!!', trilled Fizzy, `....Dude! I always wanted to say that!!!' Summer sighed as she watched their credibility crumble
`So, do you, like, eat pizza all the time?! I love pizza!!! But we usually have to have healthy stuff at home!!! Except ice-cream or course!!!'
`What's her deal?', asked Raphael, `I feel like I'm drowning in exclamation marks.'
`I'm sorry', said Summer, `although not that sorry because you don't have to live with it. Fizzy tends to get a little.....over-excited'.
`This is mondo bizarreo', remarked Michaelangelo, carefully stepping away from Fizzy.
`Bizarre or not, we've got to help them', said Leonardo solidly.
`How come?'
`Because Shredder and Krang are probably involved, that's why'.
`Ok, so, like, where you from?', Michaelangelo asked North Star.
`Pony Land'.
`Original', said Raphael dryly.
North Star ignored him. `Aren't there usually four of you?'
`Donatello's back at the lair', Leonardo told her.
`Do we get to see your lair?!', asked Fizzy.
`I guess. You can meet our sensei as well, Splinter.
`The Rat?', asked Jazz
`Yeah'.
`Great! Let's go! I've always wanted to trail around a dingy sewer to meet a giant rat!', said Summer with false cheerfulness.
`Not so fast'.
The group, startled, looked round. Bebop and Rocksteady stood at the entrance to the alley, holding laser weapons and some Foot Soldiers stood behind them.
`No one move. This that flying horse Shredder sent us to get?', Bebop pointed at North Star.
`Nah, that one was green', Rocksteady said, `but these ones will do'.
`Excuse me? Do we get a say here?', Summer stepped forehead, her forehead jewel glowing warningly.
`Oooh, pretty!', Rocksteady aimed his laser at Summer. And fired. Summer cried as a crack spread across Summer's jewel. She dropped to the floor.
`Summer!', cried the Ponies, Incensed, Jazz ran forward.
`You, You....!', she spluttered ,as Bebop fired his weapon at her. Jazz winked out and reappeared in front of an old mirror. (And if I have to tell you what happens next you don't deserve to know.)
As the evil mutants ducked to avoid the reflected laser blasts, Summer got up. `Are you alright?', asked Leonardo, concerned.
`Fine. It'll self-heal. Just knocked me for six that's all. No weather reports from me for a couple of days anyway', said Summer bitterly, shaking her head slowly.
Fizzy and Michaelangelo were backed up in a corner by the Foot Soldiers
`This is a major bummer', said Michaelangelo, `we just met some new friends, and then ka-boom, zippo!'
`Not to worry, Dude!', said Fizzy brightly. She concentrated and soon the Foot Soldiers were soon suspended in midair, encased in giant bubbles.
`Totally mega cool! Did you do that?'
`Yup!'
`I think they need bringing back down to earth!', Michaelangelo leapt up and burst the bubbles, the foot soldiers crashed and burned.
`Not the most graceful of creatures', noted Raphael
`Oh dear God. The legends of bad punning were true', Summer whispered to Jazz.
Leonardo spotted some washing lines above Bebop and Rocksteady just as the same time as North Star did.
`Shall we?', he asked politely
`Love to'. He jumped on her back and she flew up to where the washing line criss-crossed across the buildings. He sliced them with his swords so the sheets fell on the bumbling bad guys. `Scatter!', he yelled, `They can't go after us all. We'll met back at the lair!'
North Star and Leonardo flew off quickly. Fizzy, Michaelangelo and Jazz ducked down one exit and Summer and Raphael down another, leaving Rocksteady and Bebop once again, with their arses well and truly kicked.
She wondered where she was, she opened the door cautiously, ready to fly if necessary. She needn't have worried. She was in a deserted junkyard. She got out of the machine and slowly took in her bearings.
New York, how odd, why would she be in New York? She stared at the Empire State Building in the distance, as if that might offer some sort of answer. It didn't and Peach Blossom felt she was wasting valuable time. She was sure that the Brain would send someone to look for her and she should get moving. Flapping her wings gently, she flew towards the bustle of the city.
She landed in an alleyway, to mull over her situation. She had to rescue the other Flutter Ponies, and she was fairly positive that the Brain or whoever was in charge would know how to send them make to Pony Land. Not that saying please would be any use. Villains just didn't understand good manners. Some amount of force would have to be involved, but what could one Pony do on her own? She was going to need help and, if she had her popular culture facts right, she knew just who to go to for said assistance. All she need now was the entrance to a sewer.
Donatello glared at his invention. It wasn't working. Glaring at it wasn't helping, but nothing else was working. He wasn't too far from resorting to Raphael's method for starting reluctant machinery; kicking it and swearing. Sighing, he picked up his screwdriver and half-heartedly started rearranging wires inside the machine. It was a machine to determine if any mutagen the Turtles found was stable or not, without the need for time-consuming tests. Truth be told, Donatello quite liked the time-consuming tests, as he enjoyed lab work immensely, but the others were not as patient and this machine, if it EVER worked, would prove very useful for the Turtles.
`I do believe that if you changed around the blue and red wires, and then transfigured the counter power source towards the optimum output whilst configuring the negative switches, that your machine would function perfectly adequately', said a helpful female voice behind him. He swung round in surprise. Looking at his machine with interest was a small, winged pony. Her body, mane and tail, were a light green colour, with a symbol of light pink flowers on her hips. Her legs were long and spindly and her wings gauzy looking and transparent, catching any available light and making tiny rainbows dance around her. She turned her long-lashed eyes towards him. `Hello,' she said friendly, `I'm Peach Blossom, pleased to make your acquaintance'. She smiled at him.
Silence. Donatello was still staring at her. After about half a minute, she cleared her throat politely. This roused him out of his stupor and he blinked. `I, er, well......what are you?', he finished somewhat clumsily.
`Well, I'm a Flutter Pony, a variation of a My Little Pony, only smaller with wings that snap off more easily and then annoy their owners ten years later when they find out on Ebay that we're worth a LOT more with wings intact'.
`Oh', he took all this in. `Well, I'm, er, Donatello. I'm a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle......'
`Oh yes, I am aware of that. Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles, of course'.
`Noooo, I said Ninja Turtles'.
`Yes, I heard you, Hero Turtles'. Peach Blossom looked cheerfully at him.
Donatello decided not to press the point any further.
`A, Flutter Pony?'
`Yes, am I going to fast for you dear? Aren't you meant to be the smart one? Anyway', she continued before her could answer, `I have come here to seek your aid in a rather desperate matter'.
Donatello was confused. After all, it wasn't every day that a strange flying horse invaded the Turtle's lair, told him exactly what as wrong with his machine (she was right as well he noted with a twinge of annoyance), insulted his intelligence and then asked for his help. He noticed Peach Blossom was giving him a very quizzical look. Probably thinking that she'd get more sense out of Michaelangelo, he thought, and what was all this Ninja/Hero business?
He attempted to pull himself together. `My help? With what?'
`To rescue my friends, the other Flutter Ponies, from a large talking Brain with a throat problem and his side-kicks, a helmet wearing, gravely voiced bad-guy, and his side-kicks, a pair of bumbling mutants, collective IQ maybe, I don't know, all of 46.....'
`Krang, Shredder, BeBop and Rocksteady', supplied Donatello, suddenly interested.
Quite. Anyway, they pulled us out of our own world, very rudely I might add, to theirs, a huge circular metal oddity'.
`The Technodrome'.
`Really?' Well, I escaped and took one of their transporters to New York, and then I came here, which brings us up to date'.
`What do you think Krang might want the Flutter Ponies for?', asked Donatello, getting up and moving across the room towards his computer equipment, where he began to press a few keys. Peach Blossom followed him.
`Possibly something to do with our magical capabilities. You have an impressive range of equipment', she said, as she cast an observational eye over it.
`Thanks. So, what exactly happened when you were transported to this world?'.
`Well, it all happened so rapidly, but we were sucked through the portal and we arrived in New York. But before we could react, we were transported again, to this Technodrome I guess'.
`Well, that explains that', said Donatello, not taking his eyes from the computer screen.
`What?'
`The strange weather anomaly, apparently the sky just ripped open, that's where the other Turtles have gone, to investigate. April didn't say anything about Flutter Ponies though'.
`April?'
`April O'Neal, a friend of ours. She's a reporter'.
`Ah, the token feisty female you find in situations like these, I do like to see the old traditions being kept up', said Peach Blossom vaguely as she examined one of Donatello's many experiments, `I've tended to find that humans have the ability to automatically erase what they can't explain, selective short term memory loss'.
`You said the Flutter Ponies are magical?', asked Donatello finally looking up.
`Yes, why?'
`I think that Krang plans to use them to power the Technodrome'.
`And that's bad?'
Well, it would destroy civilization. And us, especially us, from Krang's point of view.'
`Hmmm, well there's tradition and then there's cliché', said Peach Blossom, not looking the least bit concerned, Donatello noticed.
`You don't seem very worried about that eventuality', he began.
`I'm not. Why do you think I came to you?'
`Hero'.
`Ninja'.
`Hero'.
`Ninja'.
`Hero'.
`Ninja'.
`I spy with my little eye something beginning with.....K!'
`Hero.....kettle'.
`Ninja....Kit Kat wrapper'.
`Both wrong!'
`I'm sick of this! (Hero) Where's North Star?'
`Don't know, (Ninja), I'm sure she'll be back soon......kangaroo'.
`What kangaroo?!'
`I don't know, I give up. What is it?'
`And Fizzy, if we've just spent the last ten minutes searching in vain for something that begins with a `K', only to be told its that cow on that poster over there, I am not going to be amused', said Summer threateningly.
Silence
`Fizzy?'
Silence
`Fizzy?'
`I spy with my little eye....!'
North Star glided gracefully over the city. She was trying to stick to the rooftops to avoid being seen. It was working. No one was giving her a second glance. But she couldn't see the Turtles anywhere. She had a bad feeling about this whole ordeal and was sure it would end up the same as most of their adventures; with Summer's big mouth getting them into trouble.
She scanned the horizon, where were those Turtles? You wouldn't think they'd be that hard to spot, they were green for a start, and were wearing those awful hats. Hang on.....Two rooftops over she spotted three figures. Wearing trench coats. Hopeful, she set off.
`This is a waste of time', stated Raphael matter of factly, `there's nothing here'.
`You never know', replied Leonardo, `the sky doesn't just open like that, there's got to some sort of clue'.
`Why?'
`Because that's how it works!', said Leonardo, exasperated. `Dim-witted villains always leave a clue!'
Raphael sighed. And then he fell off the building.
`Raphael!', the others cried, but their attentions were immediately diverted by the small army of foot soldiers who had just arrived, looking for Peach Blossom.
What a great day THIS is turning out to be, thought Raphael as he plummeted downwards.
Suddenly, he stopped moving vertically and started moving horizontally.
`What-the?!'
`Don't worry, I've got you!', said a soft English accent. He looked. And stared. He was riding a horse, a flying horse, a pink flying horse. Just for good measure he settled down for a good, long gape.
`Out of the frying pan and into the flying horse', he said eventually, his automatic function for puns taking over the rest of his brain.
`Pony actually'.
`Oh', was all he could say, still somewhat shocked.
She landed on the next rooftop. `One of the Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles I presume', she said politely.
`Close enough', replied Raphael warily.
`I'm North Star, we need your help'.
`We?'
`Yes, myself and three others'.
`With just as equally twee and cute names I bet', said Raphael nastily.
`Well, er....', started North Star, taken a back.
`Tenderheart, Love-a-lot and Funshine?', enquired Raphael.
`Wrong icons', said North Star frostily. `Jazz, Fizzy and Summer'.
`Summer?! I can see it now, cheerful all the time and sings a lot right?'.
North Star resolved to introduce him to Summer as soon as possible.
`Well, its not that I don't appreciate the rescue, North Pole, but do you think you could return me to my friends? We'll go back to saving the world, and you can go back to flowers and bunnies....YOW!', he jumped back suddenly, as a laser was fired at them.
North Star looked up. `Should they be able to do that?', she asked , indicating the foot soldiers with some sort of rocket packs moving towards them with laser guns.
`Not usually', admitted Raphael.
North Star considered their options. And decided to save the ungrateful Turtle again.....and then take him to meet Summer.
`Come on', she urged him.
`What! No way! I'm not being saved by a pink pony again'.
The way he spat out the word `pink' annoyed North Star and she simply dived under his legs so he was on her back again and launched off the building.
`Hey!', he protested.
North Star ignored him and flew on.
Its `RE', that just has more class', said Summer
The Ninja/Hero debate had not been resolved, but had been replaced by one about the spelling of `theatre/er'.
`The sound is ER though'.
`That's not the point. Anyway, what do you know? Who couldn't handle the word philosopher and had to have sorcerer instead?'
`Hey guys! Its North Star!'
Jazz and Summer looked up. North Star was indeed approaching them, and as quite a rate. She also had a Turtle on her back.
`She found them!', squealed Fizzy excitedly.
North Star landed, out of breath.
`Whats going on?', asked Jazz.
`I saved Raphael, but we were then pursued by some flying foot soldiers'.
`And you led them here!?', cried Summer, aghast.
`Here they come!', Fizzy said, looking up
Raphael got off North Star's back. `Don't worry, my pretty ponies, I'll take care of you', he said gallantly.
Summer gave him a cool stare. `Really?', she said, with a dangerous edge to her voice. She stepped forward, the jewel on her forehead glowing.
Suddenly, out of a clear blue sky, lightening stuck, and Raphael and the Ponies were showered in Foot Soldier bits.
`What was that?', Raphael was amazed.
`The "Pretty Pony"', answered Summer, `So, Raphael? Has North Star told you about our situation.
`Umm....'
`Actually, I was just telling Raphael about the lovely happy life we live in Ponyland, with flowers and cupcakes and singing', North Star said meanfullyly.
Summer raised an eye-ridge, `I see', she said thoughtfully.
Raphael was felling uncomfortable. Summer, the light blue one, was unnerving him.
`Well, I was merely stating an , er, clichéd point of view, not shared by myself', he rambled in the face of her icy glare.
`Oh. Cliché! Lets talk about cliché shall we?' "The Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles" Hero', she repeated to the dark purple unicorn who had opened her mouth to say something. `A group of males of a different species (and their human female friend), trying to save a world that isn't their own from an old-arch enemy while struggling with the prejudices of the humans they save everyday', she smiled smugly at him.
`Shut up Summer', sighed Jazz, who had realised that the best way to get someone to help them was not to insult them. They really should stop letting Summer hold the negotiation talks. `Priority here? Flutter Ponies? Get off you soapbox please. We're here for a reason'.
`Which is?', said Raphael after glaring at Summer, `And can I just say: original and best'.
`Well....'
`This isn't going to involve a flash back is it?'
`No', said North Star, an avid flashback hater, firmly
`Woah! Bodacious colour-concepts!'
They all swung round. Leonardo and Michaelangelo were looking at the assembled group, confused.
`It's the other Turtles!', said Fizzy.
Raphael looked at Summer. `Do you want to say `duh', or should I?'
`Who are you?', asked Leonardo, walking over to them.
`We're Little Ponies', said Jazz, deciding to take charge. `I'm Jazz, and that's Fizzy, North Star and Summer. We're here searching for our friends, the Flutter Ponies, they were taken from our world and into yours. We've been looking for you. We were kinda hoping you'd help us'.
`Of course we will', said Leonardo. `That must have been the strange weather phenomenon'.
Michaelangelo looked at Fizzy's eyes. `What's with the sparkly eyes Dude?', he asked
`I'm a Twinkle Eyes Pony!!', trilled Fizzy, `....Dude! I always wanted to say that!!!' Summer sighed as she watched their credibility crumble
`So, do you, like, eat pizza all the time?! I love pizza!!! But we usually have to have healthy stuff at home!!! Except ice-cream or course!!!'
`What's her deal?', asked Raphael, `I feel like I'm drowning in exclamation marks.'
`I'm sorry', said Summer, `although not that sorry because you don't have to live with it. Fizzy tends to get a little.....over-excited'.
`This is mondo bizarreo', remarked Michaelangelo, carefully stepping away from Fizzy.
`Bizarre or not, we've got to help them', said Leonardo solidly.
`How come?'
`Because Shredder and Krang are probably involved, that's why'.
`Ok, so, like, where you from?', Michaelangelo asked North Star.
`Pony Land'.
`Original', said Raphael dryly.
North Star ignored him. `Aren't there usually four of you?'
`Donatello's back at the lair', Leonardo told her.
`Do we get to see your lair?!', asked Fizzy.
`I guess. You can meet our sensei as well, Splinter.
`The Rat?', asked Jazz
`Yeah'.
`Great! Let's go! I've always wanted to trail around a dingy sewer to meet a giant rat!', said Summer with false cheerfulness.
`Not so fast'.
The group, startled, looked round. Bebop and Rocksteady stood at the entrance to the alley, holding laser weapons and some Foot Soldiers stood behind them.
`No one move. This that flying horse Shredder sent us to get?', Bebop pointed at North Star.
`Nah, that one was green', Rocksteady said, `but these ones will do'.
`Excuse me? Do we get a say here?', Summer stepped forehead, her forehead jewel glowing warningly.
`Oooh, pretty!', Rocksteady aimed his laser at Summer. And fired. Summer cried as a crack spread across Summer's jewel. She dropped to the floor.
`Summer!', cried the Ponies, Incensed, Jazz ran forward.
`You, You....!', she spluttered ,as Bebop fired his weapon at her. Jazz winked out and reappeared in front of an old mirror. (And if I have to tell you what happens next you don't deserve to know.)
As the evil mutants ducked to avoid the reflected laser blasts, Summer got up. `Are you alright?', asked Leonardo, concerned.
`Fine. It'll self-heal. Just knocked me for six that's all. No weather reports from me for a couple of days anyway', said Summer bitterly, shaking her head slowly.
Fizzy and Michaelangelo were backed up in a corner by the Foot Soldiers
`This is a major bummer', said Michaelangelo, `we just met some new friends, and then ka-boom, zippo!'
`Not to worry, Dude!', said Fizzy brightly. She concentrated and soon the Foot Soldiers were soon suspended in midair, encased in giant bubbles.
`Totally mega cool! Did you do that?'
`Yup!'
`I think they need bringing back down to earth!', Michaelangelo leapt up and burst the bubbles, the foot soldiers crashed and burned.
`Not the most graceful of creatures', noted Raphael
`Oh dear God. The legends of bad punning were true', Summer whispered to Jazz.
Leonardo spotted some washing lines above Bebop and Rocksteady just as the same time as North Star did.
`Shall we?', he asked politely
`Love to'. He jumped on her back and she flew up to where the washing line criss-crossed across the buildings. He sliced them with his swords so the sheets fell on the bumbling bad guys. `Scatter!', he yelled, `They can't go after us all. We'll met back at the lair!'
North Star and Leonardo flew off quickly. Fizzy, Michaelangelo and Jazz ducked down one exit and Summer and Raphael down another, leaving Rocksteady and Bebop once again, with their arses well and truly kicked.