"Who's this guy?" Casey asks.

"He works for an agency called the Earth Protection Force," Leonardo explains. "What are you doing?"

"Luring you here, obviously. I discovered that you're not alien, and so I don't have that big of an issue with you. However, you will get in my way, so I am going to get you out of it."

"Yeah? How?" Irma challenges.

"Easily." He aims a gun at them. "I realize bullets don't work on you, so let's try something else, shall we?"

Four shots later, he sets the gun down. "You humans don't worry me at all. Goodnight." He turns and leaps out a window.

Donatello gingerly removes the dart from his arm. "What was that?"

"Test it. It could be poison or something," Irma says worriedly.

"He said he didn't want to hurt us," Michelangelo says unsteadily.

"Since when do we trust bad guys?" Spike demands.

"We don't," Raphael says.

Leonardo shakes his head and takes a step forward before collapsing.

Casey bends down. "Is he dead?"

"Check for a pulse, cretin!" Spike shrieks as Raphael pitches forward. Spike tries desperately to hold up the heavy turtle. "Ohhhhhh…C'mon, buddy, you're not gone yet. Don't you dare."

Donatello slumps as April puts his arm around her shoulders. "Come on, we'll get you back…."

Irma almost gets flattened by Michelangelo's unconscious form. "Are they okay?"

"I don't know," Spike admits. She gently (Sort of) lowers Raphael to the ground. "Raph? Raphael?"

"Donnie! Donnie! Come on! Wake up!"

"Mikey? Michelangelo! Can you hear me?"

Spike moves to Leonardo. "Leo, we need you, come on get up!"

No responses.

"Someone's gotta call Splinter," April says shakily.

~Danger Deals a Blow~

"Yeah, we don't know what to do, we can't transport them, and we can't bring the lab to us," Spike says over the phone to Splinter.

April bursts in from the room where they left the turtles. "Spike! Come quick!"

Spike's eyes widen. "Talk to you later, bye!" She hangs up and races out.

"They changed!" Irma squeaks. "Just…changed! Smaller, they look younger! This must be what he meant by just out of his way! He de-aged them! Kids are no threat!"

"What?!" Spike hollers. "This is insane!"

A much younger Leonardo sits up. "What is?"

Spike stares at him in absolute horror. "Leo?"

"Yeah?"

"This is bad," Irma remarks.

Donatello sits up too, pushing majorly oversized glasses up his nose. "What's going on?"

"He's cute!" April squeals.

Donatello peers up at her. "April?" his voice squeaks.

"This is not the time to be thinking that he's cute," Spike hisses. "Save that for grown-up Donatello."

April gives her a strange look. "What?"

"I mean we need to fix him."

"We don't need fixin'." A much smaller Raphael crosses his arms defiantly. "Nothin' technically wrong with us."

Spike stares at him. "Buddy, we need you fixed."

Raphael's mask falls off. "We just need to get back to our normal ages."

"That's what she means," Casey says. "Probably. So what do we do?"

"Eat," Michelangelo says, bouncing up with a grin.

"Awww…." Irma smiles.

"No! No 'awwws' here," Spike stands up. "Leo, Raph, Donnie, Mikey, pull your shorts up and let's move, we're heading home."

"What do we do?" Donatello asks.

"Science," she says. He grins.