Part 3

Revenge of the Toaster Oven!

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Before the super long commercial break: The boys find a shell full of trouble as they figured out this mechanical terror was not so easily subdued! Mikey is injured! Will the turtles survive?


Michelangelo ran into Donatello's lab like a bat out of hell, holding his arm to his plastron while shouting, "Donny! Things are getting ugly out there! I mean uglier than before!"

"Mikey?" Donny turned, holding some sort metal canister until he saw his brother was bleeding. His eyes widened and his priorities changed from finding a weapon to being field medic. Setting the object on the table, the purple banded turtle grabbed some bandages from his open medkit lying out next to it.

"What happened?" He asked when his brother go close enough for him to inspect the wound, coaxing the arm from the younger turtle's chest.

"That thing bit me!" Mikey sniffed, even though it was for dramatic effect there were still light wet stains on the turtle's mask.

"It looks like it didn't do any nerve damage but it's deep... it'll affect your performance for a while. Looks like you'll need stitches..." Donny gently examined the bite, then grabbed a box from his medical kit and poured a small amount of what appeared to be white powder on to the wound.

Michelangelo sighed in relief that he would not be forever out of the fight. When the powdery substance hit his arm it stung, "Shhsss! Ow!"

"Sorry Mikey, it's to stop the bleeding..."

A moment of silence and the youngest then started to panic in a high pitched tone. "I'm not gonna get rabies am I?"

Donny could not help but snort, relieved that his brother still had his sense of humor at a time like this, as he proceeded to bandage the injured arm, "I don't think you can get rabies from a robot... you're more likely to catch my cold than that ever happening."

"Yeah... don't breathe on me."

"Shell for brains." Donny rolled his eyes as he tightened the bandage.

"Heeheh- ow... not too tight, Donny..." Mikey winced.

"It's not. Your arm is swelling, its going to get pretty snug," explained Don. "When all this is over, we can put some ice on it then put the stitches in... for now the sulfa should stop the bleeding."

Mikey smiled brightly even though his whole arm was still in pain, "Thanks bro!"

Donny's attention was half on his brother and now half rummaging through the many shelves of his workshop, "What's happening out there?"

"Hopefully Leo and Raph beating the snot out of tin-terror." Mikey responded.

"I hope they leave enough for me to study it. Such reflexes and adaptability, I've never seen any cybernetics that advanced. It's possible for Stockman... and if so then all the more reason to find out more about it..." Don commented, he squinted and reached high for something on an upper shelf, straining to grab it, "How'd that get up there..?"

"Huh?" Mikey watched his brother curiously but his attention was quickly diverted to the direction of the main room of the lair.

Boom! ...Crackle, crackle... pop!

The sound of a small explosion echoed loudly in Michelangelo's ear drum, his hands went to his head, he shouted, "What was that? !"

"That sounded like... fireworks?" answered a perplexed Donatello, he finally got a hold of what he was looking for.

"I should get out there..." Mikey bit his lower lip.

"Not yet Mikey," Don hurried faster. "I just need a minute."

"That thing is using explosives!" piped Mikey as more sounds of fireworks exploding could be heard.

"Okay! I got it! I'm ready!" Don ran past Mikey, sliding what he needed inside his belt, younger brother following a split second behind.

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This creature was impossible! Leonardo could not believe it. The robot had outwitted them at almost every strike and showed no sign of slowing down or running out of energy. How do they kill this thing? Leo felt a sliver of fear creep into his heart as he started thinking of retreat strategies. They are about to lose their home... again to another mechanical menace. The two brothers gave it their all in fighting to defend their lair, working together and off each other in ways they never thought they could. While the intruder brought the best out of them, it seemed the creature was getting the best of them no matter how faster they got or how agile; it was like the machine became faster than them to match. Unfortunately, the machine also kept up the skill and speed while the brothers were being worn down.

Leo had to fall back due to injuries sustained when the monster decided to headbutt his face in order to dodge his sword attack, leaving cuts and burns on his skin, and ruining his eye sight.

Raphael was also at the end of his rope, his body heaved with heavy breathing, his rage almost uncontrollable. The numerous spots of burns and cuts did not hinder his desire to see the bane of his Christmas Eve die with a sai through the middle of it. That time was soon, he could just taste the victory, he had his prey cornered finally and was ready to deal a final blow. "Lights out, you overgrown can-opener."

Suddenly, the latch and screen swung open to reveal the coils burning inwards but there was something new inside that made Raph freeze. The creature had what looked to him to be a missile and was currently lighting the end... lighting a missile? No, not a missile... a firework! An actual firework! "Ah, Shell!"

The lit little projectile started to fizz and propel out towards Raph, who ducked just in time. The explosive hit the second floor walkway and exploded with a bunch of stars and embers, sending chunks of rock and metal railing everywhere. Raph, the explosion knocked him forwards towards the wall, could do nothing but shield his head and neck as rocks rained down on him. The machine used the distraction to escape and set loose more fireworks so the other turtle could not gain his bearings either.

Leo did not need his eyes to dodge, his sixth sense kicking in as he gracefully avoided rockfalls and projectiles. The only thing that escaped him was the location of the robot. When the fireworks stopped and the falling debris, Leo made sure his brother was okay. "Raph, you alright bro?"

"...I'll live," Raphael answered after a few seconds. "But I swear, I swear to shell, I will kill that-"

"We will Raph." Leo cut the angry turtle off before he started cursing. "Count on it."

"Where is it?" Raph scaled the piles of debris around him to the center of the room, one sai still in hand while the other was lost in the battle.

"I don't know..." Leo closed his blurry eyes. Gripping the handles of his double katana, he let his mind clear and his other senses take over for his sight. His brow twitched at a sound, but a second later he smiled and said, "Don and Mikey are back."

"Good, to know you guys are still kicking." Donatello's voice reached Leo's ears, along with another sound of the pitter patter of metal feet on the pipes above. This put Leo on guard, his swords raised to face level.

"Watch yourselves guys, I think it's stalking us..." Leo spoke low and deep. As if on cue the pitter patter became louder which caused the other three to look up in to the mess of pipes that circled the lair.

"How'd it get up there?" Raph growled in frustration.

"I think I see it!" Don pointed up towards a section where the lighting was flickering due to damages from the blasts.

Indeed on a particularly wide spread of pipe was the mechanical monster. It was pacing back and forth on the pipe, letting out hisses and squeals at every interval all aimed at the mutant turtles.

"That thing gives me the creeps!" Michelangelo felt a shiver roll up his shell. "We should just let him have the place. He can use the upstairs bathroom."

"Your opinion is noted, Mikey." Leo replied shortly.

"Yeah and it gets to sleep in your room, bonehead." Raph added to Mikey.

"Eieep!" Mikey sqeaked and went silent.

Don stared at the contraption, which was still fussing and hissing, "I wonder if it's speaking..."

"S'cuse me? You think what?" This made Raphael take his eyes off his enemy and onto Donatello.

"It's looking directly at us and it keeps making those sounds, what else am I going to think? Could it have a mind of its own?" Donny's eyes widened. "It could be an alien life form!"

Raph dead-panned, "I think we've seen aliens come in better forms than an Easy Bake Oven that shoots fireworks out of its stomach."

Mikey suddenly laughed, pointing to his brother, "That totally so reminds me of the time we blew up your toaster, Donny!"

The other three went silent and the only sounds could be heard were the intruder's hissing and sputtering.

"What?" Mikey felt awkward in the silence.

Leo looked to Don, "Stranger things have happened..."

"No. It's theoretically impossible." Don refused to even believe it but the thought was still getting to him. "I think..."

Raphael arched an eyebrow, he could not believe what he was hearing "Are we seriously considering the possibility-? It-! - We blew up! I watched it go six feet in the air! And buried it six feet below in garbage."

"I know! We were all there!" Leo met his tone of voice.

"Hey guys...? It's gone!" Mikey's panicked voice brought the brothers out of their argument. The thing was no longer in the same spot sputtering at them, and naturally they scanned the room.

SCHREEEEEE!

The sound came from behind! Don turned around and dodged to the side as the creature had again attempted to catch him from above. He moved left while the others moved right. The creature followed Don.

"Don!" Leo shouted as he came up to slash the creature from behind. He missed when the creature jumped up, taking another leap forwards at Don, tackling him to the floor. The machine was heavier than it looked and Don could not immediately get it off.

"No! Donny!" Leo slashed with his sword again, but missing as he could not see. The machine turned its body, facing Leo and fired another firework from it's body. Leo fell back to avoid the rocket and cringed as he fell back onto his brothers who were rushing to help, more debris rained down as the rocket impacted the ceiling.

The monster had Donny pinned, it hissed and spouted strange sounds that were nearly impossible to distinguish in his face. Don's eyes widened in terror as the coils deep inside it burning blue hot started to extend almost like a tongue. He could already feel the heat radiating from it; the damage that could cause would be severe and even kill him. He tried to struggle but the creature kept its balance and hold on him.

All Don could do was clamp it's eyes shut and cry, "I'm so sorry..."

A few moments passed...

Donatello expected his skin to be burning by now, for immense pain to take him away. But none of that happened. In fact, he was not even touched by the hot coils at all. He opened an eye cautiously as the coils retracted and the machine began to chirp. Surprised, he allowed himself to relaxed a little. It did not kill him. Was it a trick?

He managed to exhale in relief and awe, "Hoh boy..."

Now that it was not trying to hide or kill him, Don got a better look at the monster his failed project had become. Among the mass that looked like the head, there were a pair of eyes or lights... this was just beyond mind blowing for him. His eyes continued to roam the frame and every cranny of it when suddenly...

Swish

The robot was replaced with the blunt glint of a silver sai and soon that was gone too as it carried the machine off and onto the floor. The creature cried out not in anger but in surprise and pain. "Schreeooooonnn"

"Get off my brother!"

"Raph!" Donny protested as he crawled over to retrieve the machine. Its legs had retracted back into itself, its head shaking and its light eyes flickered ominously, Raph's sai embedded into the middle of its oven body. The purple banded turtle picked up the injured appliance, cradling it as though one would a scared child. After a moment of silence, Don stood from his kneeling position.

"Look, that thing tried to kill us!" Raph defended. Of course at the time he really thought the machine was still going to kill his brother, he was not going to say sorry for doing what at the time he thought was right and still thinks so. He holds out his hand. "Seriously, you're gonna get soft and mushy cause it makes some noises?"

"Yeah, but it stopped, it didn't attack me." Don frowned as he pulled out the sai with a physician's skill and placed it to Raph's awaiting hand.

Raph belted the weapon, rolling his eyes as he went to look its twin among the rubble.

Leo approached Don, "Hey bro... think you can take a look at my eyes? Chompers there took a pretty good smack at me with its face."

Don leaned in close to inspect Leo with his free hand, "It looks like just swelling from the burns, thank goodness, with some ice for the swelling your eyesight should return to normal within a day."

"Thanks Don," Leo sighed in relief, sitting down on a pile of concrete debris. He glanced at the machine in his brother's arms. "What are you gonna do with it?"

Don smiled, "What I do best." as he walked towards his lab.

"Ahhhhh!" Mikey shrieked.

"What? What is it Mikey? !" Raph pulled out his sai in battle stance.

"The tree! It's destroyed!" the youngest pointed to what was once a tree, now looked like a lumberjack had too much eggnog then set loose upon the poor plant. "You know how hard it's gonna be to find a tree on Christmas eve? Everything's closed!"

Putting the sai back in his belt he growled, "I'm sure you can find one out there." and half pushed him towards the door.

"Yeah you go find a tree, Raph will clean the mess..." Leo stood up.

Mikey took one look at the rubble and debris littered lair, "Good luck with that." Grinning, he took off grabbing pants and a coat.

"Since when am I clean up guy?" Raphael protested the role dumped upon him.

"Since you broke Donny's toy."

Raph took a second look at the mess as well and groaned, placing his hand over his eyes wishing it would go away. This was going to be a long night.


End chapter 3

Ah! Super long this time. Fitting for being the last chapter, no? I was gonna have Don tame it with a blow torch... but I decided that it should have another sort of emotion related to the sight of the blow torch that wasn't fear.

Await the epilogue!

Cause I'm evil like that.