A few days later, Baxter was at Irma's apartment sitting across from her at the kitchen table as they were having coffee together.

"My, you sure do like sugar, don't you?" said Irma as she observed he had just mixed in two lumps and was now adding another.

Baxter chuckled faintly. "I suppose it's just the side effects of being a fly for so long still lingering within me," he said. "Or, maybe it's just that this sugar reminds me of you."

Irma blushed as she giggled. Baxter also blushed slightly, and then to ease it he changed the subject.

"So... What movie would you like to go see next time?"

"Hmm," said Irma pondering. "We saw The Sixth Sense last week, right? And we still haven't seen The Matrix, or The Mummy, or Runaway Bride. Gee, this is a tough decision to have to make.

Baxter had been sipping his coffee as she was speaking and now he was about to give her a reply, when suddenly the door buzzer on her apartment door sounded to announce someone else had just arrived at it.

"Now who could that be?" asked Baxter curiously.

"I don't know," said Irma. "I wasn't expecting anyone else today."

She then got up and went over to the door and pressed a button to allow the person behind it to enter. Then when the door opened her eyes went wide with the great surprise of seeing someone who she had thought for years she was never going to see again.

Standing right in front of her was none other than Roscoe Rodman. He was an old boyfriend of hers. In fact, he had been one of the first men she had tried to have a serious relationship with. They had dated steadily for almost six months and then one day Roscoe had gotten transferred and had to move out of state. So then they both had decided it was for the best they call their relationship off and just be friends should they ever be able to contact each other again. Since then Irma had tried to forget about Roscoe and to move on with her life and find someone else to go steady with. Now it seemed like she had found that someone in Baxter Stockman. But would Roscoe take this news lightly and with understanding?

She let out a short soft gasp and Roscoe's brown eyes gleamed and a dashing grin formed on his face.

"Hello, Irma," he said smoothly. "I trust you remember me?"

"Oh! Um... R-Roscoe! Roscoe Rodman!" she said with an uneasy stammer. "Of course I remember you! You look like you haven't changed a bit! But what brings you here though?"

Roscoe's grin widened immensely. "I got laid off of work back in Pennsylvania," he announced with an air of triumph. "So I decided I'd move back here and look for a new job."

"Oh. But why here?" asked Irma.

"Why, so I could be close to you again, of course!" Roscoe exclaimed. "You didn't think I'd ever forget you, did you?"

"Oh...no!" said Irma more than a little nervously. "I just thought what we had between was gone, ancient history, and that we're just friends now."

"Well, of course that's over with," Roscoe assured her. "And of course we're friends now. I wouldn't have come here if we weren't. I just thought I'd stop by to catch up on old times with you and ask you how you've been doing all these years."

"Oh. Well, these past years have been quite an adventure for me!" Irma said enthusiastically. "Though to tell you everything right now here would take much too long. So right now I'll just mention that after you left I went into and out of many, many relationships with other men, and now at last I believe I have found the right one for me to go steady with in a committed relationship."

Roscoe slowly stopped smiling as she had been speaking. Now his eyes looked her over slowly and saw that she was quite sincere in her words. Then he cleared his throat deeply and said, "Oh! Well, isn't that wonderful now! And who is the lucky fellow might I ask?"

"His name is Baxter Stockman and he is a scientist working at Stockman Industries with his brother Barney. They're both real geniuses and are working on some new things that will change the world!" Irma said with much enthusiasm.

Roscoe smiled thinly with interest. "Oh my! Now that is indeed a good find for a long committed relationship! As a matter of fact, I think I might like to meet with this Baxter fellow myself some time if possible."

"Well, you can right now if you like," said Irma eagerly. "He's here right now in the kitchen having coffee."

"Marvelous!" said Roscoe.

"Baxter!" Irma called. "There is an old friend of mine here who wants to meet you!"

Moments later Baxter entered the living room and met with Roscoe. Roscoe was a tall and very muscularly built man with shiny sleek jet black hair that was in a thick tuft on his forehead and a matching thin neatly curved black mustache. He was wearing a checkered sports coat and a purple vest over a white shirt and matching checkered trousers and shiny black leather shoes.

"Hello there," Baxter said very pleasantly. "I'm Baxter Stockman of Stockman Industries." He extended his hand out to Roscoe in a friendly gesture. "So you're an old friend of Irma's?"

Roscoe took Baxter's hand and shook it with a firmness that was almost shocking as he replied, "Yes, indeed I am. I am Roscoe Rodman. I am very pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Stockman. For if you are a friend of Irma's you must also be a friend of mine."

"Oh, well, I'm a bit more than just a friend, if I may say so," said Baxter with a sideways glance at Irma who smiled and nodded. "We have been going out with each other for quite a few months now," he continued with confidence.

"Ah! Well, you're still a friend of mine by all means," said Roscoe with a hearty chuckle.

"So, Roscoe, what is it you do? What is your profession, I mean?" asked Baxter.

"Ah, well, I was a much promising businessman for years, although now I think I may seek my status elsewhere," said Roscoe. "I also have always been quite an athlete as you may well have noticed. But enough about me. I'd like to learn more about you and what you do. You are in the field of science, right? So, what is your current project?"

"Ah, well, me and my brother have lately been working to create these all new high-tech robotic servants which we like to call Servos. You see, they do virtually anything that is household related. Mowing the lawn, washing or vacuuming the floors, and perhaps even taking care of babies in some ways if we keep working hard enough at them," Baxter said with a bit of pride in his voice.

"My, that certainly sounds very interesting indeed," said Roscoe sounding immensely interested. "In fact, I think I would very much like to go to your work station and have a look at these worker robots in development."

Baxter thought on this for a moment and then said, "Well, alright. I suppose that would be okay for just a peek at the wonders of science."

So then the three of them headed out into the city and began to walk to Stockman Industries Building. Along the way Irma began telling Roscoe about the things that had happened with her while he was away. About the adventures in news reporting she had had with her friend April O'Neil. Then suddenly she was cut off when Roscoe suddenly stopped and exclaimed,

"Oh my gracious! Look at those astonishingly horrible freaks!"

He pointed far ahead of them and they saw the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles out walking with April heading in the same direction that they were.

"Oh! Those are..." Irma started to explain but then Roscoe suddenly began running forward exclaiming,

"And they've got a young woman with them! Have no fear, miss, I'll save you!"

Roscoe charged at the Turtles and they stopped and stared at him in complete shock and puzzlement. Then he flung himself headlong into Raphael and knocked him to the ground where he began pounding away at him as hard as he could.

Baxter and Irma then recovered from their shock as did April and the other Turtles and they all rushed forward and began struggling to pull Raphael and Roscoe apart from each other.

"Roscoe! It's alright! I know them and they're April's friends!" Irma exclaimed as she pulled at Rose from the left.

Baxter pulled at Roscoe from the right just as Roscoe shot out his fist and it ended up ramming into Baxter's midsection and he then fell face forward onto the ground and his glasses slipped off of his face, rendering him nearly blind to his surroundings.

"Oh dear! Now I've lost my glasses! Where are they!" he exclaimed as he crawled on his knees on the ground trying to locate his glasses with his hands.

Irma then spotted Baxter's glasses in-between the two of them. She bent down to pick them up, and just as she touched them Baxter's hand rested upon them and so their hands ended up connecting with one another. They both blushed briefly. Then Irma gave Baxter his glasses.

"Thank you, Irma. That's much better," said Baxter as he straightened up.

Then April and the Turtles brought Raphael and Roscoe up to their feet once again as Irma began to scold him with exasperation.

"I was trying to tell you," she said. "These are the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. And I know they may look kinda freaky but they are not criminals, they are the city's heroes. They just saved our city and perhaps even the world from many evil villains."

Roscoe stared at the Turtles in astonishment and then a deeply embarrassed look came over his features. He looked down and said, "Oh dear. I'm so terribly sorry. I didn't know."

"Aw, that's alright. You couldn't have known since you're new around here," said Leonardo.

"Yes, I am," said Roscoe. "I am Irma's old... friend."

"We were just on our way to Stockman Industries to show Roscoe how the new Servos are being developed," said Irma.

"Why, so were we just now," said April. "Why don't we join each other on our way there?"

And so they did and they went the rest of the way to the Stockman Industries Building. Once they were there they were admitted inside where they took an elevator to a higher level and there they heard a lot of whirring and drilling and buzzing and other mechanical and sonar noises and saw many gadgets and gizmos and sprockets and many other parts of metal being assorted into large life sized figures that looked similar to human beings except they had much thicker limbs and wider torsos and smaller head that were shaped like cans with one eye.

"Welcome to my laboratory," said Baxter as he gestured toward everything."These are the Servos that are the closest to being completed up here," he said as he led them up to a further area of the long wide room they were in.

Just then another man who looked almost exactly the same as Baxter came up to them lifting a metal safety mask from his face. "Hello, Baxter, Irma, and April," he greeted. "And you too, Turtles. Who's this new guy?"

"This is Roscoe Rodman," said Irma. "He was interested in you and your brother's scientific work and so we thought we'd bring him over here to have a look."

"Ah, I see," said Barney. "How splendid. Well, come right this way. This I think is a just now completed Servo." He showed them a large robot standing alone in a corner.

"My, how fascinating it does look," said Roscoe. "What exactly does it do?"

"Well, if I have worked out all of the connections and wiring and such in it," said Barney, "I believe it is now fully programmed to do anything it is told with this remote control here." He took out of the pocket of his lab coat a large remote control similar to one used with a television set. "All I do is press a button on this and give it a command of something for it to do for me."

"Well, what does this thing do down here?" asked Roscoe as he slightly touched a tiny button on the Servo's left breast.

"Oh no, wait! That is the command to-"

He got no further unfortunately. As just then the Servo came to life and made whirring and clicking sounds from within itself and its hands turned themselves inside out and became two pairs of sharp gardening shears and it began clipping them at everything in sight all at once.

"To cut the hedge rows!" Barney finished his sentence too late. "Quick! Get out of the way!"

The group all quickly scurried out of the Servos way. However, Roscoe wasn't quite fast enough and the Servo unfortunately turned towards him just then and clipped at him from the lower part of his waist and took hold of his trousers with its hand shears and began shredding them to reveal his checkered boxer shorts underneath.

Barney recovered from his great shock after a moment and then rushed forward and pressed onto the tiny button on the Servo's right breast and it slowly stopped and froze stiffly in place once again.

"Oh dear. Oh dear me! I am so dreadfully sorry for this little mishap!" said Barney woefully as he observed Roscoe's tattered pants.

"No, don't be. It's my fault really," said Roscoe with his face red with embarrassment and his teeth gritted. "I should have been more careful. I'll just go home now and change."

"And I think I should stay here and help you sort out the little kinks in these Servos," Baxter said to Barney.

"I appreciate it, Bax," Barney said gratefully.

Then April, Irma, and the Turtles all headed back to their respective homes as well.

As Roscoe left the building while covering half of his lower section with a large sheet he narrowed his eyes and gnashed his teeth as he seethed under his breath, "You'll be sorry for this, Stockman! Irma will be mine again if it is the last thing I do!"