Irma settles herself in the back of the turtle van amid tons of food. "Are you sure we'll need this much?"

"Positive." Spike starts the van as April sits down in the passenger's seat. "We're all big eaters."

April nods. "That's the truth."

"Is Jones joining us?" Spike asks as she moves the huge van onto the road.

"Yeah. But he's gotta be gone Thanksgiving day, his sister and dad want him home," April says.

Spike nods. "Mm hmm."

Irma glances around the van. "Why did they cover the interior in this stuff?"

"Because they're still guys, and guys do dumb things," Spike explains wisely. "Teenage guys, especially."

"They're not teenagers anymore," April reminds her. "They're adults. Remember?"

Spike shakes her head. "Ah. Can't get used to this gettin' older stuff."

"Twenty three," Irma sings from the back.

Spike rolls her eyes. "Yeah. I guess I am. You just wait till it happens to you."

"There are worse ages to be," April reminds her.

"Good point."

Irma glances around. "What's this?"

"Don't touch anything."

Irma turns the radio on, filling the interior of the van with loud music.

Spike suddenly chuckles. "Hey, April, remember when Mikey blew up Vern's car?"

April laughs. "Yep."

"Then turned on the music and sang to you," Spike continues as another wave of laughter takes her.

April nods. "Seems forever ago."

"It was only….eight months," Spike counts. "Woah." She turns the corner. "We're gettin' old."

"Speak for yourself," Irma shouts over the music.

~Danger Deals a Blow~

"We come bearing food," Spike calls, lifting the manhole cover. Leonardo looks up at her from the bottom.

"We gathered."

Spike leans down and deposits an armful of bagged vegetables on him. "Stick these in the freezer, would you?"

He nods and heads off.

Raphael steps into his place.

"Here." Spike passes off the meat. "Turkey carrying the turkey."

"You're hysterical," he utters.

"I am," she agrees. "Don't drop 'em. If I wind up with a meatless supper, I'll have you to blame."

"Spike, stop sassing Raph and get these potatoes," April says.

Spike turns around and grabs the potatoes.

~Danger Deals a Blow~

Aprils surveys the inside of the fridge. "Yep. We're all set for your first real Thanksgiving."

Michelangelo grins. "Can't wait."

"I'm plannin' on seein' the game tomorrow," Raphael remarks. "I'm gonna need the TV."

"For some reason I'm not surprised," Spike comments. "I had a feeling you were a football guy."

He shrugs.

"You'd be great at it too," she continues. "Mow everyone over. But nah, football's not for me. I like basketball. That's my sport."

Donatello nods. "I've seen a little. It looks like fun."

"It is." She glances up at him. "I bet you'd be good at it."

"Really?"

"Definitely. I got an idea," Spike declares. "There's an abandoned youth center in our neighborhood, no one heads in there anymore. I've checked the place out, it's sound and better yet, it's got a court. I'll teach ya how to play."

Donatello cocks his head. "Well, thanks."

"No problem. I need someone to play with anyway."

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