A/N: Okay this would have been up earlier but I had to write it out on paper due to certain younger sisters who can't stop chatting online with total strangers (why oh why did I ever introduce her to email?) So anyway it's up now. Oh, and the good doctor is feeling rather irked about loosing her last two patients. It's payback time! MWAHAHAHAH!!! (I love to laugh evily)

Casey had the purple dragon punk cornered as he raised his favorite hockey stick and moved in to finish him off. He brought the stick down with enough force to jar the thugs ancestors but just before it connected with the dragons head Casey suddenly found himself in an office instead of a dark alley and instead of bashing in the skull of a smelly blue haired gangster the hockey stick connected with the head of some black clad wacko with no tan whatsoever.

Casey blinked and stared at his unintentional victim then at his hockey stick, "Huh?" he asked intelligently.

"Mr. Jones," snapped an angry voice from behind him. "I do not appreciate you braining the Grim Reaper for no reason whatsoever."

"What?! I didn't mean to brain you little lackey!" Casey suddenly did a double take and gulped. "Ahh, you wouldn't happen to be Dr. Diddly-Doo, would ya?"

She smiled pleasantly at him, "That's my name, don't wear it out." Her smile disappeared and she snapped, "Now sit down and tell me every personal detail of your sorry sob story so you can tell me how you feel!"

Terrified, Casey almost tripped over the unconscious form of the Grim Reaper in his haste to obey.

"Where do you want me to start?" he asked.

"Oh, just begin by telling me the worst thing that's ever happened to you in as much detail as possible until you're a sobbing emotional mess. That will do for starters."

Casey gulped, "Do I gotta?"

Dr. Diddly-Doo's hand tightened dangerously on her pencil and clipboard as she glared daggers at him. Casey let out a very unmanly squeak of terror and delved into his tale.

Once he was a sobbing emotional mess he peered at the doctor and whimpered piteously, "Are we done now?"

"Oh now, now you have to tell me how that made you feels" she said.

"It … it made me… feel… baa-aad!!" wailed the big, tough, sobbing vigilante.

"Excellent!" crowed the evil doctor rubbing her hands gleefully together. "Now tell me why you felt bad."

"Because I didn't like it," Casey sniffed.

"No good!" Snapped Dr. Diddly-Doo, "Give me more detail, more emotion!"

Sobbing, Casey gave her more detail and more emotion, sacrificing whatever scraps may have remained of his manly pride.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity to Casey, the hour long session over.

"Well Mr. Jones," soothed the doctor, rather pointlessly. "I feel we've really made a lot of progress here."

"Can I go now?" Casey asked, "That would make me feel elated and joyful because this session has drained me emotionally and I need to regroup. Plus you scare the crap outta me lady."

"There, you see?!" Cried Dr. Diddly-Doo in delight, "You've learned to analyze you feeling already. Splendid. Mr. Reaper," she turned to the Reaper who had just regained consciousness two minutes ago and was swallowing Tylenol like it was being discontinued. "Would you please send Mr. Jones home?"

"Uh-huh," groaned the Reaper.

Casey found himself back in his apartment surrounded by sparkly fairy dust. "Ugh, that is so gay," He muttered. "I gotta go tell the guys 'cause they're my family now and I would feel terribly guilty if I don't help them fight this nutcase."

He ran down to the garage, jumped on his motorcycle and roared off to the lair. "Guys!" He yelled, "Hey guys! That shrink gotta hold of me ands he made me feel very sad and emotionally conflicted because she make me tell her all the bad stuff that happened to me."

Splinter heard all this then ran across the lair to his room screaming, "I won't tell you how I feel! I won't!!"

Donnie, April and Mikey all looked at each other nervously wondering what fate would befall them.

Wow, I didn't even know Casey knew some of those words. I feel sorry for the poor guy. (looks over at the adorably cute, oh so innocent looking bunny) You're a very cruel and vindictive bunny. So if you're still liking this how about feeding the evil bunny to see what she cooks up next? She likes reviews, carrots and chocolate chip cookie dough.