Favorite One By: Klunk the Great
I wake up to see a green face next to mine. 'When did I fall asleep next to Orange one's face? Oh well, guess it doesn't matter.' I stretch, and purr. 'Orange one better get up soon, I'm hungry!' I sit there, waiting. It's been eight minutes, I'm bored. I want him up now! "MEOW!" 'Get up! I want to eat!' "MEOW!" Michelangelo opened his eyes to see Klunk sitting on his plastron. "Hey Klunky, is it time to get up already?" "Meow-row!" "O.k., o.k. I get the picture. I'll go get your kitty kibble." Mikey put his orange mask on and then went to the kitchen, Klunk following and purring the whole way. As soon as Mikey finished pouring the food into the cat bowl, Klunk dove right in. "I guess you were hungry." "Meow." Mikey had to take a second look; Klunk wasn't actually smiling, was he?
'Finally! I was starting to think you were gonna' let me starve. Hey, what's that noise?' Klunk looked up to see Angry one, Busy one, Wise one, and- "MEOW!" 'Favorite one!' He ran up to him to greet him. 'I want to sit in your lap, pick me up!' "Dude, looks like Klunkers wants to sit in your lap." Klunk turned to glare at Orange one. 'How many times must I tell you, don't ever call me that? I detest the name Klunkers!' "Looks like Klunk don't like dat name." 'Of course I don't like that name! What do you think the glare was for?' "Why did you name him Klunk anyways?" 'Yes, why? Couldn't you have come up with a real name? Like Prince or King. Even Socks would have been better!' "I don't know, just liked the name."