Hi! I'm Pinkyandhisfridge! This is my first fanfic so please, NO FLAMING!
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After being locked away in a tower for a few years, you kinda forget about the world sibs and I fell victim to isolation but we escaped. Thanks to our amazing toon skills! We were often told we were "Naughty little children". We didn't see it that way. We saw our zaniness as a great gift. Okay, it was a little bit of a curse to others but still great! Zaniness can never be cured you know. That's what the Ninja Turtles found out...
It all started with some weird fishy bot thingy opening our tower. "HELLLLLOOOO NURSE!" We yelled! We all froze in mid air. "Uhhhhhh you're not the kind of rescue we were looking for..."
"Ha! No! I'm here to grant you freedom and the chance to join us in the defeat of the Turtles! Shredder will find you a useful weapon in deed!"
"Shredder?" Wakko asked, tilting his head.
"Ooh, is he your pet hamster?" Dot cooed.
"No, no, no! He's the inventor of Shreddies!" I cried, holding up a box of Shreddies.
"WHAT?! You fools! Shredder is no hamster or measly cereal! He's an indestructible killing machine!"
"Oooh, I don't like the sound of that... It could break our contracts..."My sibs and I pulled out three, extremely long and complicated contracts.
"It's says that we are the good guys!" Wakko grinned.
"And that allying with the bad guys would make us homeless! The tower is our special home! We love playing hide and seek in there!" Dot pouted.
"So we have to reject your offer. Especially if you offer us cookies and milk!"
We whipped some milk up from our hammer spaces and dumped it on to him.
"We'll catch you later!" We called, toon running.
"GRRRRRR! I'LL GET YOU BRATS IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!"
"Do he want our precious dog too?" I sarcastically asked my sibs. We shrugged and ran off.
We were running for miles and miles, until we ran out of breath and we stopped in a sewer. "EWWWWW! Did it HAVE to be a sewer?" Dot groaned.
"Sorry Dot but we signed up for this crossover fanfiction so we're gonna have to deal with the surroundings." As we trudged onwards, we didn't realise what fate had in store...
What's that? This is a typical short opening writen by a lazy writer? Ah, well. Don't come crying to us! Go and complain to Pinkyandhisfridge! He was the one who wrote this thing!