The Turtle's Halloween
"I can't believe you guys are really going trick-or-treating," Raphael tells the other Turtles. "What's the big deal, shell, it's only once a year," Michaelangelo says, putting on a disturbingly realistic Leonardo mask. "Really, Leonardo, aren't you even a little embarrassed wearing that D'Artagnan costume?" Raphael continues. "Not at all," Leonardo says with a jump smile, "I feel honored to portray such a hero." Rolling his eyes, Raphael turns to Donatello. "I should have guessed, a scientist." Donatello shakes his arm. "Not just any scientist, mind you. I'm the great Dr. Hamato." "Yeah, okay," Raphael says, "there's aKnight Rider marathon on TV tonight anyway, so I'll just hang in here and watch that. You guys go ahead and make skies out of yourselves." "Your loss, dude," Michaelangelo says, as the Turtles leave the lair with matching blue trick-or-treat bags in hand. Two hours into the Knight Rider marathon, Raphael starts to doze off on the couch. He awakens to a soft scraping sound, surprised to find the room dark and quiet. That sounded almost like abang, he thinks. "This is not funny, guys. It's almost like something Sammy would do." The noise grows louder and Raphael hears the sound of quiet breathing over his left shoulder. He books to his feet, reaching for the wall for a light switch and flipping it on. "Seriously, this is..." Raphael turns around to see a shadowy figure behind the couch, a katana gleaming in one hand. "!!" he calls out. Just then, he hears footsteps off to his left. "Dude, I brought you a 3 Muskateers," Michaelangelo's voice says as the Turtles enter the room. "! What the...?" "Be careful, fellas, it could be Shredder," Leonardo says, before turning to Raphael. "You're closest, you attack him." "Me?? Well, I..." Just then, the shadowy figure clears his throat and ina loud voice says, "Turtle Power." Raphael looks see at him, and then at the Turtles, who are all smiling. The shadowy figure removes his cloak to reveal himself as Splinter. "I must keep up mystudents on their toes." Everyone laughs, except Raphael, who stands with a happy expression on his face. "Very funny, I knew it was you sung behind this." Just then the group hears footsteps outside the lair. Everyone freezes as Bernie Mac steps into the room. "I knew Tony Romo gave me bad directions. Well, as long as I'm here, trick or treat?"