Ninja turtles does not belong to me. It belongs to Kevin Eastman, Peter Laird … And anyone they sold the rights to.


Introduction to Season one: After fourteen years of living, hidden in the sewers and training in the ways of Ninjitsu: the new turtles are finally unleashed as their fathers leave them to be the guardians of New York.

The new turtles know of human corruption and have been exposed to it, but can they really handle the legacy their fathers leave for them?

They are left to deal with the rise of a new criminal organization: The NYC-Warlords, where the Foot, Purple Dragons and the Mob have banded together to be an especially heinous enemy. And Bishop, after more than a decade of silence has returned to torment his former creations.

The question is: Can this new breed of ninja turtles handle all of this whacked-up shit?


Episode Three: Parental terms of endurance

Leonardo: As a father, it was my duty to protect my child at all costs, including the cost of my own life – however, if I lose my life now, it'll cost Murasaki her life.


Scene one

"Sunni! SUNNI!" An annoying high-pitched voice crawled into Sunni's head and constantly prodded at his brain, forcing the young half-turtle to draw away from his slumber and open his icy-blue eyes. He blinked to clear his sleep-disoriented vision and found Pierce shaking him. Pierce was holding folded clothes in his arms for some reason. "Good, you're awake!" Pierce chirped and threw the clothes as Sunni; the gray-masked genius looked and found that it was a trench coat and a fedora.

Sunni yawned "What do you want?" He groaned; annoyed because his little brother was waking him up from his nap; which was well-deserved since he had taken it immediately after a tough training session that included weapons-sparring. His sparring partner had been Jonnie; and ever since the whole Gale incident she's been more broody, angry and antisocial than usual… And that was saying something. The point was, that was making her ten times more violent and brutal and Sunni felt it was amazing he had survived.

"You promised you'd take me to the circus!" Pierce replied and grabbed his brothers hand to yank the half-turtle into a sitting position "Come on! Let's go!" Sunni blinked in surprise; he had no idea that the circus was in town…. Let alone that he had agreed to take Pierce to one.

Sunni groaned when he remembered; yesterday Pierce had been bugging him while he was reading, and being so agitated, he didn't really listen he just replied 'Yeah whatever' to whatever Pierce wanted, and it sent Pierce away at least.

Sunni slipped his arms into the sleeves of the trench-coat and grunted "Why couldn't you have asked Mura or Jonnie to go with you?"

Pierce pouted at his brothers reluctance "Truth to be told – I wanted to go with Mura at first, but then I remembered that she's afraid of clowns…. Which is weird, why should anyone have problems with clowns? Anyways, then I considered Jonnie but her tempers been worse lately I had a feeling that if she gave me a swirly now, she would actually drown me… So yeah, that left you…"

"I'm so flattered…." Sunni mumbled sarcastically as he buttoned up the trench-coat. Pierce put his hands to his waist.

"Hey you're the one that asked…" Pierce reminded and motioned for the half-turtle to follow him "It'll be fun, bro!" The yellow-masked turtle convinced as he put on his magician hat on; he no longer wore a trench coat or fedora when he went out; his cape/cloak and wide-brimmed magician hat concealed him enough as it is, although he did have to wear pants and t-shirt underneath in case if he had to use his arms which would open the cape and show his plastron.

"Hurry, hurry!" Pierce urged the other turtle to walk faster; he was practically bouncing instead of walking. "Hurry up, you're too slow!"

"The circus isn't going anywhere Shakespeare." Sunni sighed; this was going to be a long night….


Scene two

"Bossanova!" Pierce shouted as he jumped from one roof to the next – if there one thing about patrolling he loved next to the fresh air, it was the exhilaration of all of the free-space and roof-jumping. Sunni was behind him a few paces but not far behind.

"Pierce, how many times have we told you; stop saying 'bossanova'(1)." Sunni said to the smaller turtle as they sprinted across a rooftop.

"Never!" Pierce shouted back obscurely. The yellow-masked turtle smiled brightly when he saw the bright lights of the circus ahead; the lights brightened up the dark atmosphere of the night. "Circus is dead ahead! Get ready for the night of our lives bro!"

"Hey Pierce," Sunni said "what's the difference between a bar, and a circus?"

"What?"

"At the circus; the clowns don't talk."

"Heheh, good one bro."


Scene three

"Jonnie." Mura called as she entered the room that had formally belonged to Raphael and Michaelangelo, but now belonged to Jonnie since the two had moved away. Jones did not use a bed or mattress; she either slept on the floor in a sleeping bag, or the couch she had in place of a bed. In one corner there was a punching-bag hanging from the ceiling on a chain (it had already been there – formally it had belonged to Raphael), and a TV on a wooden crate in another. There was a desk propped up against one wall and a couple of randomly-placed wooden crates that were mostly used as chairs or tables, the room had several odds and ends on the ground, along with wrappers.

Jones was sleeping on her couch with an arm over her face, Mura once again silently thanked whatever force that ruled the universe that Jonnie had not inherited her fathers habit to snore like a chainsaw.

"Jonnie wake up." Mura said sharply and moved Jones arm away from her eyes; but the bigger turtle still stayed asleep. "Wake up." Mura ordered more sharply and waved her hands in front of her sisters face, Jones still didn't wake up. Even though she didn't snore, she was however, a very heavy sleeper – if twenty-twelve hit, she would probably sleep through it.

"Jones! Wake up damnit!" Mura yelled – her sibling still stayed thoroughly unconscious – grumbling, Mura grabbed the long tails of the other turtles mask and dragged her off of the couch and onto the ground – and wouldn't you know it, she stayed asleep – still grumbling, Mura proceeded to drag Jones out of the room. After dragging across the Lair, Mura lifted Jones up and threw her into the lairs 'pool'. Boredly, she then counted off her three fingers and once she was down to zero Jones' head popped up from the surface.

Enraged and coughing up water, the waterlogged turtle glared at the leader and managed to say "What…. The…. Shell….. Was…. That…. Fo'? !" Jonnie demanded between coughs.

"You didn't wake up." Mura shrugged "Now climb out, I have something to speak to you about."

"Naw; I kinda like waking up this way." Jones said and backstroked around the 'pool', Mura rolled her eyes but sat at the edge of the 'pool' so she could talk to her sibling properly.

"You realize Pierce and Sunni left to go to the circus, right?" Mura told her, Jones raised a ridge.

"The circus is in town?"

"Yeah; I just told you. Sunni and Pierce left to go there."

"So… They finally decided ta join the circus?"

"No – the point is, they left without us."

"….Why do you care?"

"Pierce is convinced I am still scared of clowns, even though I was only mildly weirded out by them when I was little."

"Mildly weirded out? When we went ta that Halloween costume party five years ago, someone was dressed like a clown and when they asked you if you wanted a balloon, you screamed and tried ta stab them – if Donatello hadn't been standing nearby…"

"You can't tell me I'm the only one creeped out by those things – I'm telling you, clowns are evil! But anyways – Pierce and Sunni left without us…. Do you see where I'm going with this?"

"…You want to go spy on them? ...And then not help them when all shell breaks loose?"

"Consider it ninja training for stealth... And a prime chance for shits and giggles."

"I'll get my benny(2)."


Scene four

"Master Splinter – have you seen the students anywhere?" Leonardo asked as he entered his Masters room – Master Splinter was meditating.

The mutant rat opened his eyes when he replied "My hearing is impaired with age – but I believe I heard Shakespeare drag his brother to a circus. Minutes later I heard Murasaki convince Joan-Of-Ark to follow them in secret."

"Circus?" Leonardo repeated, the leaf-green turtle thought about it before his mind reach one conclusion. Cursing in Japanese, he said "I knew it was only a matter of time before Shakespeare would give up on Ninjitsu and join a circus!"

Master Splinter furled his whiskery eyebrows in confusion before giving a soft chuckle "Shakespeare may be more Shaman than Ninja – but he would not give Ninjitsu up, we all he would not live it down if he did."

Leonardo was about to follow up on his earlier statement before it dawned on him; in a family a ninja's, any non-ninja would most likely be ridiculed by the others. Shakespeare, being the 'youngest' was typically the one at the bottom of the food chain, being teased and taunted by his siblings on a regular basis.

"You're right." Leonardo concluded "By why else would they go to a circus?"

"Sometimes I think that even though the students are skilled and dangerous, you forget they are still children." Master Splinter told him "We both know from experience that Shakespeare has retained that better than his siblings have – how many times have their human relatives boasted about going to fun places? They want similar things."

Leonardo nodded before turning away to leave "I'm going for a run." He said when he paused, then headed out the room.

"Oh, and Leonardo." Master Splinter called back "Be sure to keep a keen eye, these 'Warlords' must still be after us, and they should not be underestimated."

"Very well, Master Splinter."


Scene five

"You want me to win you something?" Pierce asked Sunni before he pointed to a booth – he had a half-eaten cotton candy wand in one hand, and a teddy bear tucked under the arm of the same hand. Sunni had a plastic bag with water and five goldfish in it in one hand, and a bag of bright yellow popcorn in another. The gray-masked turtles face was blotted in popcorn butter because he had to eat straight out of the popcorn box since his other hand was holding the bag of goldfish.

"What, you think you can win something that I can't?" Sunni asked with a raised eye-ridge; the booth Pierce was pointing at was a clown water-squirter booth.

"Dude I was just trying to be nice." Pierce said, then added with a grin "After all, the guy on the date always has to be nice."

Sunni's face grew hot and his icy-blue eyes grew wide. "Are you implying that this is a date?"

Pierce gave him a loving look that made Sunni take a step back before a mischevious grin filled out the midnight-green turtles face and he started to laugh. "Ha ha ha! Oh the look on your face! Priceless man, absolutely priceless!" He mocked. Sunni narrowed his eyes before yanking the yellow tails of the other turtles mask.

"Oww!" Pierce complained and smacked his hand away, he rubbed the back of his head "You guys want to give me brain-damage, don't you?"

"It is on our to-do list." Sunni shrugged and grabbed the water gun "First one to fill up a balloon wins. Loser gives up tonight's gambling money."

"I'll take that bet." Pierce said and grabbed the other water gun – they both put down a quarter to pay for the game before starting.

Pierce felt something unsettling – he turned around and could have sworn he saw something move behind a tent just as he turned. He shrugged it off and turned back to the game.

"That was close." Mura said after she hid behind a tent and away from Pierce's awareness – good thing it hadn't been Sunni who sensed her, he would have immediately wanted to check things out. Pierce relied more on gut feelings – he could sense them, but he didn't know it was them, but his 'gut feeling' must have told him there was nothing to worry about.

Mura turned to Jones and saw the bigger turtle leaning against a post of the tent and eating a big bag of caramel corn in large handfuls. "Jones – what the shell are you eating?" Mura asked.

Jonnie shrugged "I don't know – all I know is that I was hungry, and this was cheap and delicious." She said before licking the remnants off of her lips "Try some – for cheap carnie food, it's pretty good." The mint-green turtle motioned the bag towards her older sister, but the other turtle shook her head.

"I don't trust it." Mura said and glanced wearily at the caramel corn. Jones shrugged and ate another handful.

"Oh yeah, I forgot." Jones snorted "Junk food is sin to you." She laughed and extended her arm to get the popcorn closer to the other turtle, Mura instinctively took a step away, Jones laughed again.

"Oh shut up." Mura grumbled and crossed her arms before an idea came to her "Squeak, squeak, squeak!" Mura taunted in a high pitched voice – Jones shivered.

"Hey that's not funny!" Jonnie accused "I was attacked by rats – It's not like junk food hunted you down or anything." When Mura's eyelid twitched, Jones took it as a sign to tone it down. Jones shrugged and went back to her popcorn. "You wanna go ride the elephants?" She asked, off-topic.

Mura thought about it for a moment, then a grin flicked out "…. I have a better idea, little sister." Mura told her before grabbed her shoulder and turning her to face a different direction, she then pointed at the Ferris wheel.

At first, Jones thought the older turtle was implying that they ride the Ferris Wheel, but when she saw that grin Mura had, she figured out what she really meant.


Scene six

Leonardo jumped from one building to the next – he debated if he should visit April and Casey or not, but he finally decided that they probably wouldn't be home since they were so busy now-a-days as they ran O'Neil Tech.

The leaf-green turtle sighed and stopped at the end of a building; he squinted in one direction and saw the bright lights of the circus, from this distance he could feel the exhilaration and joy of the people there. He focused a bit and could sense that all four of the younger turtles were there. It felt as though Shakespeare and Joan-of-Ark were having fun, Murasaki was neutral and Sun Tzu was annoyed. Good, things were normal.

If he had hairs on the back of his neck, they would have bristled – he felt a presence approaching him, at the other side of the roof, getting closer, closer, closer…. Almost right behind him now, several paces behind him, it backed up a little – whoever it was, they knew he sensed them.

"I know you're behind me." Leonardo said with his shell still turned to them "Don't think you can sneak up on a ninja."

"I'm aware of that." The voice belonging to person behind him said – the sheer coldness of the tone made ice spike his blood and freeze to the surface of his skin. Not only that, but the voice was familiar…. In a way, but not very, it was similar to another voice – he could not pin-point the gender either. He could sense walls around this person's psyche and spirit, strong walls he could break through to guess what kind of person this was…. Except that they were mysterious in a bad way.

With his shell still turned to them, he asked "Who are you? And why are you following me?" He kept his voice level, but stern; trying to tell this person that he was not afraid of them.

"My name is not important, Leonardo." The cold voice told him, his skin crawled; he did not know this person but they apparently knew him. "And why I'm following you is rather complicated – you see, like your little brats, I'm an assassin."

"How dare you label my students as assassins!" He snarled and turned around – behind him was a person in a heavy dark cloak. The only trait he could take in was that this person had light brown eyes – soulless light brown eyes.

"Ph," The figure rolled their eyes, he imagined a scowl crossing their features "please; your ninja's, as in assassins." They continued "And have s you seen them in action – your daughter is pretty brutal."

He clenched his fists.

"Anyways," they continued "I'm affiliated with the NYC-Warlords, and Stag has some serious with your brats." They announced "I, hate your daughter; I want her to suffer."

"What?" Leonardo gasped, horrified; his parental instincts fired up – this person was a threat, not only to his daughter; but her comrades as well.

"You see," the figure continued "you are Murasaki's idol, and the beacon of guidance to her and the rest of the brats – to destroy her, you have to go first. It is truly unfortunate, I really would not have minded if you lived." The cloak-wearing figure told him before taking out a pistol and loading it "But the job comes first – say goodbye Leonardo."

The shriek of bullets rang out.


Scene seven.

Something – awareness of some sort pulsated through Mura for a moment – so sudden, so brief but intense it made her lose grip on the bars of the Ferris wheel's framework – she would have fallen all the way and plummeted if Jonnie hadn't caught her wrist in time.

Breathing deeply to collect herself, Mura gripped the bars again and tried to shake the strange feeling creeping over her skin.

"Whoa, you alright honorable leada'?" Jones asked, half sarcastic and half concerned "It ain't like you ta lose that legendary focus of yo's."

"It's nothing." Mura replied with a sigh – these were common, to feel things she shouldn't be feeling, it happened several times as she grew up, feeling different emotions that were often inappropriate for whatever situation she was in. Right now, she felt… A stabbing emotion, akin to regret that constantly prodded at her conscience and told her that what she was doing was wrong, but another emotion mixing with it as well… Satisfaction, grim satisfaction.

These random feelings could never be explained – Mura knew no one else had 'problems' like that, all she knew what that it tied in with odd dreams she occasionally had as well, almost like memories. She opted to never speak to anyone about it – she couldn't bear it if Donatello told her she had some kind of disorder.

Mura shook her head to shake the thoughts away and resumed climbing up the metal skeleton of the ferris wheel – rather than ride the ferris wheel to the top, they'd rather climb to the top and stay there for a bit. The trench-coats they were wearing made it a bit difficult to move and the fedora's didn't help much either, but they took it as a sort of training exercise.

"Race you to the top." Jones called from next to her, drawing Mura back to reality.

"Ph, eat my dust!" Mura told her before scaling up the metal web of framework – she tried to sound as joyful as possible, but the morbid satisfaction she had felt earlier kept nagging at her.


Scene eight

"Come on, let's go see the show!" Pierce joyfully pulled his brother through the crowd and into the large circus tent – the circus performance was starting soon and he didn't want to miss a second of it.

"I'll never understand your interest in the circus." Sunni mumbled.

"Dude, the circus is awesome; shut your mouth." Pierce snapped in defense "How can you not love the circus?"

"I just don't see the big deal."

"Whatever; you'll change your mind by the end of the show." Pierce chirped happily and dragged the both of them to seats at the second-to-back row, once they were sitting down two more trench-coat wearing figures came into the large circus tent, but Sunni and Pierce were oblivious to them – Jones and Mura tilted the brims of the fedora's to hide their faces more as they moved right behind their brothers in the back row.


Scene nine

Leonardo slumped against the wall of a storage sled and slid down – his hand over the bleeding wound on his chest plate where he had been shot, blood was seeping through his large fingers and running over his plastron – he had just been lucky enough that it hadn't hit his heart. There was another bleeding bullet-hole in his shoulder but that was about it.

The cloaked figure approached him – Leonardo weakly tried to throw a punch, but the figure dodged it with ease and pistol-whipped him. With a grunt, Leonardo fell to the ground. He growled slightly through clinched teeth when the person put a foot on his head and pushed down, grounding the side of his head and face onto the concrete roof.

"Pathetic," The person said to him and applied more pressure onto the blue-masked turtles head "Thirty-five years of Martial Arts training…. Taken down by a couple bullets. Ph, by the way, I never miss my shots."

Leonardo was kicked onto his shell and he glanced up at the shrouded face of his opponent, his side was kicked again and he coughed up some blood. "You honorless dog…. Using guns…" He growled, only to be kicked again.

"I only wish I could stick around and see the absolutely destroyed look Murasaki gets when she sees her hero a cold corpse." The figure continued and re-loaded their pistol. "Oh I'll make your precious daughter suffer… First you, then those brats she calls siblings, she'll be the last one Leonardo. Too bad you're brothers aren't here, I would have enjoyed hunting them down, but I don't want your kind extinct. Murasaki won't even put up a fight when I come after her – she'll be begging for me to kill her so she could join you all."

"You won't touch her!" Leonardo snarled, only for his face to be kicked – damned bullets! No amount of ninja or martial arts training could combat those cheap weapons that required no skill. He hated guns. And he hated this person – whoever they were, killing him to get to his daughter, he wasn't going to allow this person, whoever they were, to go after Murasaki.

"Oh I'll do more than that, Leonardo." The figure let out a cruel chuckle "I won't have to touch her to hurt her – just wait till she finds your head on a stick in the sewers…" The person clicked their gun and put the tip right between Leonardo's eyes. "Say goodbye."

The gun however, soon left the persons grasp when an arrow shot out of nowhere – Leonardo and the person turned to see someone standing on the ledge of the closest building. Whoever they were, they leapt from that building to the building they were on; bow in hand, arrows strapped to their back and a pair of swords strapped to either side of their waist.

Even in his bleeding, weakened state, Leonardo recognized the person. "You, will leave him alone." The mysterious archer said – their voice, obviously female, boomed.

The figure turned to the person and glared at them before saying "Well if it isn't the Ninja Prodigy herself… Moth Buonarroti Hamato."


Scene ten

"That was so cool!" Pierce chirped after the show was over "Those acrobats were amazing! And the lion tamer! And the guy who escaped from the steam trunk and -!"

"You don't have to recap the entire show, Pierce." Sunni calmed his brothers hysteria patiently "I was there."

"It was so cool! I can't wait to tell Father about it!... Well, once we their new addresses and can write letters at least."

"I don't see the appeal – we could do all those things if we wanted, Shakespeare you're inhumanly flexible and an escape artist; you alone could do half the things they could do better. Leave the acrobats to me but still."

"What do you know?" Pierce pouted and crossed his arms "Why do you guys constantly suck the fun out of things? Can't you just sit back and enjoy things?"

Sunni mentally kicked himself when he realized his brothers words were true. "Look, I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you okay?"

"And how are you going to do that?" Pierce demanded.

Sunni thought for a moment and struggled before saying "I'll… I'll make sure you meet the carnies!" He exclaimed.

"Really?" Pierce squawked joyfully "Hooray!"

Jones and Mura glanced at each other from the shadows as they watched "Is this where things start to go to shell?" Jonnie asked.

"I believe so Jonnie, I believe so."


Scene eleven.

Moth, currently nineteen years old stood at an impressive 6'4 and was well-muscled for a human female. Her once wild and unruly dusky-brown was pulled into a long braid, and her owl-like amber eyes were now slightly hardened from having grown up, there were some slight freckles on her nose, her light skin was scarred from battles and training. She wore black volley-ball elbow/knee pads, black wrist-guards, and a black Japanese t-shirt with matching black baggy shorts. Her bindings, mask, belt, and hair-tie were all green, so was the cloth handle-covers of her scimitar.

"What brings you, oh psycho child of the Hamato clan, back to your humble land of New York?" The figure asked calmly.

Moth narrowed her eyes and put her bow back into the arrow-sheathe, she then took out her scimitar "You wanna know what I'm here for, assassin scum?" Moth replied, equally as calmly "I'm here to fuck your shit up. Step away from Leonardo and fight me." She told them, her voice becoming less than calm.

"You think I'm scared of you?" The figure asked "You don't scare me – you don't know anything about me, but I know about you. Tell me, is it a true fact you went crazy because of the time your father flung you at a wall while he was having nightmares, or is that just an excuse."

Moth kept her calm demeanor "Tell me you're name – it'll be the last words to even leave your throat before I slice it open."

"Not relevant, but alright – the names Zeotteove." The cloaked figure told her "You may be a trained ninja, but I'm a trained assassin."

Moth chuckled "You're nothing without your little toy." She taunted, referring to the gun.

Zeotteove laughed a mirthless laugh before stating "Do you really think I only carry only one?" Before they whipped out a Desert-Eagle and fired several time.


Scene twelve

With the circus now clearing out, Sunni and Pierce snuck into the main bus where the carnie's were living/traveling in. "I can't wait to meet the carnie's!" Pierce chirped as they slunk next to one of the sides of the RV. Sunni put a finger in front of his mouth and hissed to shush the younger turtle.

"Hey – look over there." Pierce whispered and grasped the other turtles shoulder – he pointed nearby where a small group of sneering teenagers were gathered around a hunched figure on the ground – they were laughing and throwing tomatoes at the person hunched on the ground.

"Freak!" One of them taunted and kicked the hunched person "Fuckin' freak! Fuckin' carnie!"

Sunni felt anger rise in his system and heat up his blood at the constant use of the word 'freak'. He nodded at Pierce before whipping out his concealed chigiriki and hiding them behind his back.

He walked over to the group "Hey!" He yelled "Stop that! Leave him alone!"

The group of teenagers flipped their gaze from their victim to Sunni – seeing a heavily-garbed short kid, they laughed.

"Are you a boy or a girl?" One of them sneered, Sunni kept his face straight. Another one of the teenagers elbowed them and pointed at Sunni.

"I think a better question would be, are you a lesbian or a queer?"

That did it – Sunni leapt into the air and slammed his feet onto the chest of the teenager – they grunted as the force of momentum pushed them to the ground.

"Hey – don't mess with my boy!" One of the teenage boys growled and tried to kick Sunni; the gray-masked turtle revealed his chigiriki and whipped the chain around their outstretched ankle and yanked his arm in a left crescent motion, making the boy fall over on his back with a grunt.

Sunni jumped off of his first opponent and took out both of his chigiriki and made the ball-and-chain spin wildly as he stood in place. "Bring it on or run – I suggest you run." He warned calmly.

The teenage boys glanced at each other nervously before charging at Sunni.

The half-turtle tsked and shook his head with a sigh "They never listen." He said before jumping up and doing a split-kick, sending two of his attackers away. Another one tries to punch him, but he whipped the ball-and-chain around their wrist and yanked them closer, he threw his other arm up and slammed the iron ball of his other chigiriki down on their scull – with a cry they fell unconscious. Sunni dropped them.

While Sunni was fighting the teenage boys, and scarring them for life in the process – Pierce decided to sit the fight out and leave it to his brother while he helped the hunched person.

"Hey, are you okay?" Pierce asked the curled-up person; he could only see behind them; they were wearing a pale-brown robe and had short, curly brown hair. The person turned to him – they were wearing a white china-mask that covered their entire face except for their eyes which were honey-brown and filled with fear.

Pierce offered them a hand up – which they took and he helped the person back onto their feet – the person nodded at him before running off, but not before Pierce recognized them from the show – a mime, the head carnie introduced them as a 'magic mime' who was mute, and deformed so he had to wear a mask.

His name was 'Rock the Mysterious Mime' and he could make 'real' invisible walls or boxes. At first, a lot of people immediately called B.S, but then they called a person on stage and told them to run a couple of meters, and they hit the invisible wall. In another trick, he made a invisible box without a top and they poured water into it…. The water did not spill, it filled up as if it were in a box, and did spill when Rock snapped his fingers.

"Done." He heard Sunni say – he turned to see all of the teenagers have either fled, or were unconscious on the ground.

Pierce pulled up his wrist-guard and looked at the watch he had under it in a comical way, before saying "Thirty seconds – man your slow!"

"Give me a break, my clothes are restricting me – Damn I hate clothes, how can human ninja's stand them?" Sunni retorted and scrunched his snout at the sight of the human blood on his chigiriki – he decided the clean it later before stowing it back under his trench-coat.

"Moth didn't seem to mind wearing clothes – besides, would you really want to see our human sister naked all the times?" Pierce asked with a shiver – Sunni shivered to and shook away any thoughts of visualization – Moth was not only their siblings, but she was human and they, as mutant turtles, were not attracted to a humans physical appearance the same way humans were repelled by their physical appearance.

"Please don't put that image in my head – accidentally walking in on Reiki after he came out of the shower was enough to mentally and emotionally scar me around humans." Sunni groaned – two nights ago, he had decided to visit the Oroku family so he could see Ch'rell, who was a genius like her father Chaplin. However, the easiest way to enter the manor without using the front door was going through Reiki's bathroom window…. And unfortunately; outside of battles, Sunni has terrible timing. Short version; Sunni was scarred for life, and Reiki has been hiding in his closet and has not come out since.

"By the way; Ch'rell keeps sending you angry letters…. And Mura is getting tired of censoring them before giving them to you." Pierce told him with a giggle; Ch'rell was rather angry at Sunni for the whole incident because her brother was refusing to leave the closet…. He hasn't showered, eaten or even used the bathroom ever since, if it weren't for his endurance ninja training he would probably be dead. And because Ch'rell was angry, she decided to send him angry letters instead of beating him up…. For quiet geek, that girl has a serious R-rated vocabulary; her use of sear-words in the letters would rival Raphael on a bad day.

"When do you think Reiki is going to get out of the closet anyways?" Sunni asked as the duo headed back behind the RV.

"In which way?" Pierce snickered; Sunni gave him an odd look before hitting him upside the head, knocking his silk hat off.

"Oww!" Pierce cried out and rubbed the back of his midnight-green head. He bent over to pick up his hat "I hope you know that once you guys give me brain-damage and I turn into a vegetable, it'll be you guys who have to take care of me forever." He hissed – why was he always the one getting smacked around?

"Dully noted." Sunni replied with a sarcastic roll of his eyes as they slunk off behind the RV – they were about to crawl under it when they were disrupted by a loud voice.

"Hello boys!" A loud, booming voice hailed their attention; they turned to see a large, heavy-set man with extremely big ears and a long nose, giving him an elephant-like appearance. Rock was behind him and peeking over the mans sides, almost hiding in a way "Come out now." The man called to the two young turtles.

Sunni and Pierce glanced at each other and got up; they recognized the man from the show. He was the head carnie, the human elephant named 'Dumbo', most likely after the Disney elephant.

Rock the mime looked to Dumbo and pointed at Sunni and Pierce, Dumbo asked "Is that them, Rock?" Rock nodded before running off.

"You'll have to excuse him," Dumbo apologized and held out his large hand to be shook; Sunni took it in his and shook "Rock is a good hearted fella…. But he is very shy. He signed to me and said you two boys saved him, is that true?"

"Indeed; a couple of adolescent bozo's were beating him up for being a 'freak'." Sunni replied, his voice getting sharp with emphasis at the word 'freak'.

Dumbo sighed and shook his head sadly "Rock was always different…. He's an orphan; a mute, deformed orphan. We found him once, and found he couldn't speak, so we taught him sign language, and once we saw them fancy tricks he could do, we let him in on the show. Hmm…. Rock should be about the age of you young fella's, what are your names?"

"I'm Sun Tzu, and this is my brother Shakespeare." Sunni introduced, having yet to given Pierce a chance to talk "Nice to meet you. Oh, and we are fourteen; how old is Rock?"

"We're not quite sure…. He should be eighteen years old or so, hard time to keep track. Well, I think it was mighty great of you two fella's to help Rock, so how about I introduce you to the other carnies?"

"Show me the way!" Pierce shouted excitedly – Sunni face-palmed.


Scene thirteen

Rock watched as Sunni and Pierce left with Dumbo inside of the RV – his honey-brown eyes were wide in bewilderment as they followed the two brothers. He held onto the bark of the tree more and hid behind it more – Rock didn't want the brothers to see him.

If he could, Rock would have yelped when someone put a hand on his shoulder; he opted to instead jump away with a cringe and put invisible walls around him.

"Hey, hey! Calm down, I'm sorry if I scared you." A calm, monotone voice said; Rock found himself facing two others – they were wearing trench-coats and wide-brimmed fedora's that hid their faces, both of them looked as though they were built thickly. One of them was much taller than the other.

Quickly, Rock pointed to where his throat was.

"Are you mute?" The taller figure asked – they had a deep, gruff voice with aJerseyaccent.

Rock nodded and signed "I am – it's sad, please do not pity me."

"We won't." The shorter figure assured, to Rock's surprise.

"You can understand me?" Rock signed, surprised.

"Yes we can; we were taught a lot of languages when we were younger…. Sign language is universal." The shorter one told him and held out a hand "My name is Murasaki," she motioned the taller one with her free hand "and this is my sister, Joan-Of-Ark. And yes, she is a girl and so am I."

Jonnie sent her sister a glare; Rock's heart sped up; before the two ninja's could do anything, the carnie ran off.

"That was weird." Jones commented as she watched the strange masked carnie leave. Mura nodded in agreement.


Scene fourteen

Leonardo panted heavily as held onto his chest plate – he forced himself to stand as he watched the battle between Moth and Zeotteove continue. Moth shot away and grabbed another one of her arrows and strung it on her bow, she squinted her eyes to aim as she ran – she shot an arrow and her opponent managed to dodge.

Leonardo shook his head and struggled to strengthen his body and will – he needed to help his niece! The blue-banded turtle forced himself back onto his feet, and picked up his katana while he caught his breath.

Moth saw him and scowled "Leonardo! Get down, you're injured!"

The Ninjitsu master took a staggering inhale before shaking his head "This assassin had me down because I was weak at the moment – but I've collected myself."

"I'm not a fucking child Leonardo! Let me protect you this time!" Moth shouted and leapt at the assailant – her swords swishing and slicing through the air – Zeotteove moved out of the way just in time and fired wildly.

Moth shut her eyes and focused – her scimitar glowed green from acolyte power and she swiveled her blade out in lightning-fast speed – deflecting each of the bullets.

"Ah, Tribunal magic." Zeotteove sneered distastefully "And you claim I have no skill."

"It takes skill and discipline to wield Tribunal magic and master it – a normal persons spirit would shatter under the pressure and power." Moth reminded them.

"Just because guns can kill faster doesn't mean they are weak weapons – it takes skill and discipline to use a gun correctly."

With the assassin distracted, Leonardo snuck behind them and struggled to keep his sneak element, it was hard to move swiftly and quietly being in the pain he was in. He raised his katana for a death-slice.

With unbelievable speed, Zeotteove turned around and fired at the turtle.

Moth and Leonardo's eyes widened.

Leonardo looked down and saw he had been shot in the stomach. Blood poured out of his mouth, he dropped his katana and his knee's buckled. Zeotteove swiveled quickly to the turtles right and shot him again – this time in his soft, leathery-scaled sides.

Leonardo fell onto his knees, then his plastron; his eyes closed as blood poured out of his mouth and onto the concrete of the rooftop.


Scene fifteen

Sunni and Pierce were sitting on a couch in the bus; each had a soda in hand that had been earlier offered to them. Dumbo was introducing the other carnies to them.

One was a white bald man with a long scar running down his face, his eyes were blue and he was very skinny and boney. Another was a tall woman with long, gangly limbs; she had bright red lips, wide golden eyes and long brunette hair. Another was a Chinese-looking woman with purple lipstick. Another was a middle-aged skinny man wearing a cape. The last was a woman with bright red, short hair and brown eyes.

Dumbo introduced them, first was the bald man "This is Dzhek(3), our daredevil fromRussia. Tell him not to do something, he will do it."

"Greetings," Sunni said and held his hand out "I'm Sunni and this is my brother, Pierce. We're teenage brothers from the 'hood."

"Dva giganta, govoryat cherepakh nosit' trenchi . New York dyeistvitel'no privlech' vsekh vidov (4)" Dzhek muttered in a almost sarcastic way as he took the young turtles hand. Sunni looked at him in surprise.

"Oh, and I forgot to mention; he can only speak Russian." Dumbo told them, he then turned to the tall woman bright red lips "This Sheelah of the noodle spine, she is our lovely acrobat."

"Oh, how flexible can you be?" Pierce tsked and crossed his arms; only to be baffled when Sheelah bent over backwards and grabbed her ankles from behind.

Dumbo gave a hearty laugh before pointing to the middle-aged skinny man "This is our escape artist, Zeke. He's the next Houdini."

"I'll fight you for that title." Pierce challenged, Zeke chuckled a rusty chuckle.

"Whatever you want kid." Zeke said "But I don't go down without a fight, youngster."

Dumbo rolled his eyes and gestured to the Chinese woman "This is Mei-Mei, she's a Lion tamer. Don't let her tiny body fool you; she's as fearless as they come."

"Our uncle Leonardo might disagree." Sunni commented; hmm… His brothers called him 'Leo' like a lion…. And this fearless woman was a lion tamer…. Are lions some kind of universal symbol of fearlessness?

Dumbo nodded before pointing to the last carnie, the woman with bright red hair "And this is Theodora, our little turtle-dove and animal tamer. The beauty who tames the beasts."

"You flatter me Dumbo; but there's a certain elephant I haven't whipped yet." Theodora purred; the head carnie shook his head to fight the blush.

"It's so awesome to meet you all!" Pierce chirped "I always wanted to join a circus!"

Sunni groaned and palmed his face.

"Trust me son; you do not want to be branded a freak your entire life." Dumbo sighed.

Pierce smiled "That's okay! Everyone is different, right? We're just all different in a different way! Being different is awesome, the shell with the judgmental and vain; they are the freaks! The bad kind of freaks." He narrowed his eyes.

Dumbo smiled "You have a good heart in your chest and a good head on your shoulders, boy; you'll grow into a fine man one day. And hey, if you still decide you want to be a carnie, it's fine with us."

"Hooraw!" Pierce shouted in joy and pumped his fists up "I'll be the greatest magician ever! Chris Angel can suck it!"

"Well, fella." Zeke interrupted "You want to be the next Houdini? How about we battle for the title now." The carnie said as he took out a steel box; he opened it and it was full of chains, locks and handcuffs.

Pierce popped his fists "Bring it on." He said.


Scene sixteen

Shocked, Moth dropped her swords; she pushed the battle out of her mind and ran to her uncle's aid. She pushed the turtle back onto his shell and looked at the damage; he was shot multiple times, but the bullet wound at his side worried her the most – it was so close to his ribs that it could have gotten into his lungs or heart.

She put a finger to his neck and sighed in relief when she felt a pulse. The green-masked ninja struggled to keep calm; 'Okay, take a deep breath, keep your cool, focus at the tasks at hand. Defeat the assassin, get back to the Lair. Sunni will patch him up, everything will be fine, you just have to keep calm and kill the assassin'. With her panic pushed aside, Moth glanced at the assassin, who was standing on the ledge of a nearby rooftop.

"Get back here you coward!" Moth shouted and whipped out her arrows, she took a shot and stuck – the arrow lodged onto the shoulder area of the assassin, but the light brown-eyed cloaked figure didn't even blink – making Moth want to shiver.

"By the way," Zeotteove shouted back as they turned around "Bishop has a message for all of you Hamato's; "Don't fuck with us anymore!"." And like nothing, Zeotteove disappeared.

Though she was angry and bewildered, Moth pushed all thoughts and focused on the main objective; Leonardo, who was bleeding precious life blood onto the rooftop. 'Calm down Moth; Leonardo is strong, a couple bullets won't kill him right away. Just relax, throw him over your shoulders and get back to the Lair fast, don't be seen… Think of it like training; carry a hurt comrade to safety, be fast, be silent, you just have to be focused'. "Hold on Leonardo." Moth said and ripped his kimono off – she quickly ripped it up into long strips and wrapped them around his abdomen to cover the bullet wounds in his side, and stomach.

The acolyte focused and green acolyte-symbols appeared on her body; she threw Leonardo over her shoulders and back in a fireman's-carry and ran, speed increased by the Tribunal power.


Scene seventeen

"Ready… Set… GO!" Dumbo started the timer; Pierce and Zeke were both chained upside-down on a tree, both also had their arms hand-cuffed behind them, as soon as Dumbo said 'Go' they started to twitch and start out of their restraints.

Nearby (they were outside of the R.V) Sunni and Sheela of the noodle spine were having a contest on who had the best acrobatics; who could jump farthest and maintain the best grace. So far, Sheela was doing better, but Sunni was a close shave.

Mei-Mei came over with a Russian circus bear following her; it was light-brown and was walking on all four paws.

"And the winner is Zeke – two seconds ahead of the young'un." Dumbo said from a distance.

"Darnit! I was sure I was going to beat you!"

"Settle down, kid – you're pretty fast for a little one, you'll give me a run for my money soon"

"You really think so?"

Once Sunni saw the bear, he instinctively whipped out his chigiriki, but Theodora toned him down "Calm down, sweetheart." She assured "This is our circus bear; Kitten. She's as tame as a pussycat."

The bear gave a small roar-yawn and walked over to Sunni, who still had his hands on his weapons; the bear put its front paws on his chestplate and pushed him down with ease, he fell onto his bottom with a grunt.

His icy blue eyes narrowed when they bear pinned him down and brought it's gapaing maw close to his face – he was sure Kitten was going to eat him. He was surprised when Kitten gave a almost joyful bear-roar and rubbed it's head against his chest-plate like a cat would, then licked his cheek.

"Good girl, good bear." Sunni said nervously and sat up; he patted it on the top of it's wide head and it's head rolled around in joy.

"See? Harmless like a Kitten." Mei-Mei told him "She loves to give rides too."

As if understanding the woman, Kitten scooped her head and Sunni and he slid onto her back, he turned himself around and grabbed onto her thick fur. She started to run around and Sunni was enjoying every minute of it.

"Pierce, you have to try this!" Sunni shouted.

From behind the trees, Jones and Mura were watched.

"They're having fun – all shell didn't break loose. Who'da thunk it?" Jonnie commented and looked at her watch under her wrist-guard "Looks like it's late sis – we're gonna have to go on patrol soon. Get the boneheads and let's go."

Silence.

"Yo, Leona; are you in there?" Jones asked to gain her attention – just to piss her off, Jones often called Mura 'Leona' to compare her to her father.

"What?" Mura snapped out of whatever daze she was in; Jones found it strange, Mura was never the type who spaced out.

"Lets get our bonehead brothers and get the shell outta here – we have to hit the rooftops soon for patrol." Jonnie repeated.

"Oh, oh; yes, yes we should." Mura agreed; almost too fast. "Hey – maybe we should skip Patrol tonight….."

Jones found that even stranger – Mura loved going on Patrol! She didn't even let them skip it.

"Don't question me." Mura growled and stalked off to there brother. Jones blinked and narrowed her pale-yellow eyes but decided to follow anyways.


Scene eighteen

"Bye guys! It was fun meeting you all and playing, but we have to go!" Pierce called back to the group of carnies who waved goodbye to Pierce and his siblings as they left.

Once out of earshot, Pierce chattered to his siblings "It's official – I will one day join the circus."

"Whateva' ya want lil'bro." Jones said and fondly patted him on top of his hat "Just know – once they get you in the cage, I will throw peanuts at you and poke you with sticks."

"Awe, Jonnie; why are you such a jerk?" Pierce whined.

Jones smirked a shark-tooth smirk "It's heredity little brother." She responded.

"Let's hurry home." Mura interrupted and started to run; her confused siblings followed.

They were blissfully unaware of the horror that would behold once they returned home.


Scene nineteen

Rock had a pack swung over his shoulders as he walked away from the R.V; the other carnies were clustered together as they waved goodbye to their departing carnie.

"I always knew you would one day ;eave us and come back toNew York; it's your place, Rock." Dumbo said and ruffled the young mans short, curly brown hair. "I hope you can manage on your own."

Rock wrapped his arms around the man in a hug and signed 'I love you all. Farewell my family.' Before he departed into the bright and shiny city of New York.


(1) Bossanova - In the movie trilogy, Donnie said this once to use as a catchphrase, but it was shot down by his brothers. It is Pierce's catchphrase like 'cowabunga' is to Mikey.

(2) Benny = Overcoat.

(3) Dzhek: Translated to 'Jack'

(4) Russian translation = "Two giant, talking turtles wearing trench coats. New York really does attract all kinds." (Lol)