"APRIL!" Burne Thompson yelled, slamming his fist on his desk in the Channel 6 Building right before April ran into his office.

"Yes chief what is it?" April quickly asked.

"Why arn't you out there covering that story?" Burne growled.

"What story? The one about the raid at the magazine store? I missed it!" April shrugged.

"No excuses! I'm the boss and I say you should get a hot story no matter what! Because I'm the one who gives the orders around here!"

"Gee, and I thought that guy who ran off last night was nuts." Irma stated.

"But chief, what about me? Don't I get to do anything?" Vernon asked, waking into the room.

"You get to cover that boring story over by the pier." Burne stated. "Oh, and April, take Irma with you! She just ate all the food at this network!"

"What can I say? I'm one hungry girl who doesn't seem to follow her diet." Irma shrugged.

Vernon gawked. "But chief! I should cover the story, not April! She's friends with those turtles!"

"Whatever you say, Vernon." April scoffed. "After all, my friends may not be normal, but at least I know you're no more human than them."

"Must you make more jokes about me being barely human?" Vernon remarked.

"Of course we must!" April teased him.

"I don't care! Just bring me a hot story!" Burne growled.

"Right away, chief!" April ran out with Vernon following her, holding a Channel 6 camera.

Irma's stomach growled loudly all of a sudden as she placed her hands on it. "Oh boy, there goes my stomach again. I hope we can get some food along the way!" with that, Irma followed them.


Meanwhile, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles walked out of the pizza restaurant, holding several boxes of pizzas.

"We're really hip." Leonardo stated. "Nothing like some pizza to support that."

"Totally tubuloso, dudes! Let's get back to the lair fast! I've got the major munchies!" Michelangelo stated with his typical surfer talk.

"Hey, get a grip!" Raphael remarked.

"Y'know, Splinter may not like pizza, but at least he's a radical rat." Michelangelo stated.

Meanwhile, April and Irma walked into the scene.

"Oh hey guys! You know where I can get that hot story of the jumpsuits?" April asked.

Irma's stomach growled louder. "Oh, so hungry!" Irma groaned, placing her hands on her stomach as it kept growling at her.

"No, but I'm sure old Shred-head will be back with another scheme, right Donatello?" Raph commented. "Donatello?"

Ralph turned and noticed Donatello sitting on the ground, looking at a jumpsuit magazine.

"Oh not again! Are you reading those stupid jumpsuit magazines again?" Raph sighed.

"That's a fact, Jack!" Don commented.

"Jumpsuit magazine? Why I oughta!" April put her hands on her hips, offended that Donatello was hitting on her attire.

"Oh thank god! Food!" Irma grabbed the pizzas, opening one of the boxes and scarfing it down.

"Whoa, what's up with Irma? She's got the mondo major munchies!" Mikey gasped.

"Gimme a break!" Raph remarked. "What, did Kraang and Shredder do something already?"

"Actually, no they didn't." Don commented before returning to his magazine, much to April's annoyance.

"Just great. Now we have to deal with two of the author's fetishes." Raph sighed.

"Fetishes? That's it!" April pulled out her camera, recording Donatello blushing while reading the magazine as well as Irma wolfing down her fourth pizza. "Much like how many people feel about me, this'll be a hot story!"

Mikey started dancing in front of the camera, getting into the mood. "Aw yeah dudettes. PARTY!"