Running through the city, roof top to roof top, dinner cradled in individual take-out bags, I tried to think of how things had gone from laughter and games one minute to an 'I'm gonna kick your ass, damnit!' argument the next. Sure, I had been in the kitchen for most of it, but still I should have heard something!
Ok, think dude, think. Raph was watching Wrestle Mania on TV yelling something about a chair, Leo was in the dojo doing what he does best, Donny was in his lab making sure peg A fit in hole B, and Master Splinter was in his room meditating like he always did before dinner. Now where did things start gettin' sour?
Oh yeah!! Donny was telling Raph to keep it down so he could concentrate, then Raph used some very colorful language, which in turn brought Leo out of the dojo to give him Lecture 126 – the 'no cursing where I can hear you so I can give you this lecture.' I came out of the kitchen with my wonderful dinner, this awesome new recipe that I had been dying to try out. I set in on the table in all its glassware glory when a sai came flying out of nowhere, breaking the glass, spraying one of Donny's invention's with tomato sauce which in turn made said experiment blow up.
This in turn made Donny blow up at Raph, who already had Leo blowing up at him for throwing his sai. This is where I came in. Even though I was a victim of Raph as well, I couldn't help but notice he was a bit out-numbered, so I sided with him, and in doing so, sided against Leo and Donny, which might I add, is a scary combination. Well, one thing led to another, and Donny wound up locking himself in his lab still steaming, Raph beating the snot out of his poor punching bag, and Leo locking himself in his room to cool down and meditate. Thus leaving me to clean up and find something else for dinner.
Which is exactly why I am now racing home with five different types of take-out, hoping to make the raging beasts at home chill so we can be one big happy family again. Landing on another roof top, I started counting down the roofs until the one I needed to jump down from came.
14……13……12…arg wet patch ewww…11……10……9…turtle sense is tingling…8…slow down…stop. Quick glance around and……aw shell, this so sucks. You'd think the foot would have better things to do on a Friday night than corner a poor turtle with food. Buuuuut noooooooooooooo. Here they stand in all their…footy glory, weapons drawn, just itchin' for a fight. Maybe me and the bro's should buy them some of that foot cream. Hehe.
Let's see, there's about 1,2,3…100 of them and only one of me. I'm thinking I'm just a hair outnumbered.
I'm also thinking my night is about to get a lot worse.
Well, what do ya think? Review and lemme know. Next chapter already in progress and should be done shortly. Also, I refuse to keep putting up a disclaimer so if you forget, just go back and look at the first chapter. Please feed the starving author! All flames will be used to roast marshmallows with the turtles! Thanks!!
