"…Donnie…My leg's not broken…You don't need to put a cast on…" Cat noted, pulling her injured ankle away from her worried, intelligent brother.
"But-!"
"Just wrap it up good, bro…It'll be fine…And do I REALLY need a wheelchair?"
"Don't want you running around again, now do we?"
"…At least it can hover…" Cat muttered as her purple-banded brother wrapped up her ankle.
After that, he happily wheeled her to whatever he wanted to show his family, and revealed what looked like a strange submarine.
"…NICE…"
Cat whistled.
"Shell Sub? …Everything has the word 'shell' in it, doesn't it?"
"Now that the underwater access way is complete, it's time for the Shell Sub's maiden voyage!"
"Can I launch her? Can I-Can I-Can I?" Mikey asked.
"Be careful, Mikey! If you put ONE scratch on her-!"
The sub was dropped into the water, and Cat was lucky enough to roll out of the way of the splash that followed.
"…NICE ONE…"
"…Oops?"
But he was too psyched about going in it, and Cat sighed.
"I'm going…Can't leave Mikey near technology unsupervised…"
Making the wheelchair hover, she landed it in the cockpit.
"Mikey!"
SMACK!
"OW!"
"Don't touch anything!"
Don came in, and started the sub.
Once the rope holding the sub was released, they dove.
Going through a tunnel, they soon came out into the Hudson River.
"…COOL…" Cat muttered.
They went deeper into the river, and Cat watched the scenery change.
"…Lot of trash down here, huh?"
They found an old whaler there, and a beeping, blinking light came up on a screen.
Then, a strange…garbage truck?...was seen on the ocean floor, dragging something with it.
"…It's a CAR…" Don muttered.
"…Um…What's a CAR doing at the bottom of the river?"
"…About twenty miles an hour…" Cat noted.
She looked around, studying her surroundings.
'Trash-Trash-Trash-Trash-Water-Trash-Trash-Trash-Trash…what's that?'
It was a sunken ship, and the car seemed to hover, and used metal arms to rip off bits and pieces.
"It's salvaging parts…" Don noticed, surprised.
"…I take it cars aren't supposed to do that…" Cat muttered.
"Let's check it out." Don stated, and they began following the strange car.
'It looks vaguely familiar…' Cat mused.
The car moved down a ravine, and they moved across the cliff above it.
It joined a line of cars just like it.
"Figures that New York has a traffic problem, even at the BOTTOM of the river!" Mikey stated, and Cat smiled slightly at the joke.
'Yeah…figures…'
"But where are they all-? …Whoa…"
Hearing Don cut himself off, Cat followed his gaze.
"…WHOA…"
"…You don't suppose that could be Atlantis…would you, Donnie?" Mikey asked.
"Atlantis is supposed to be a myth…and even if it isn't, I don't think it'd be a suburb of New York."
The strange dome had patches missing, where a green light came out.
A door opened, letting in the cars, and Cat and Mikey looked closer.
"That's not Atlantis…" Cat muttered.
"It's Junklantis…" Mikey finished.
"Maybe we should back off, Donnie…I'm getting the creeps…" Cat suggested, shivering.
Mikey looked to the right.
"Well, it's about to get a whole lot creepier!"
A large metal tentacle grabbed the Shell Sub, and pulled them towards a strange metal creature.
Cat's wheelchair moved back with the force, and it smacked into a wall.
The Shell Sub was being drawn to a large, tooth-edged, oval-shaped mouth.
As the teeth closed, the wheelchair banged against the wall, sending pain flaring up her ankle.
"OW!!"
It was dark except for the sub's headlights.
"…Okay, this is OFFICIALLY one of the creepiest experiences of my life!" Mikey wailed as Cat rubbed her lower calf.
"I agree…but here's something important…WHERE THE SHELL ARE WE?!"
The Shell Sub moved forward, and floated up to the surface of a small body of water.
"Donnie, are you sure you should be driving around in here?" She asked.
A door opened, showing the silhouettes of men holding strange spears.
"…See?"
"Well…let's go…" Don stated, and Mikey opened the door on the side.
'And face those guys? …Crazy brothers…'
She wheeled over after Don climbed out, and carefully hovered herself out.
A line of maybe ten men in what looked like bumblebee scuba suits and oxygen masks, held up spears that sparked electricity at the tip.
"We come in peace?" Don greeted.
The glaring light didn't dwindle.
"'We come in peace'? Man, I really wish we'd brought our weapons…" Mikey whispered.
"So…it sure is wet out, huh?"
Cat rolled her eyes.
'And I'm stuck with him for an indefinite amount of time. Oh lord, why me?'
They were soon escorted out of the strange robot, Cat now limping along because the wheelchair had run out of batteries…
She'd smacked Don with his Bo for that…
"Shouldn't we be trying to bust outta here?" Mikey whispered.
"Not yet, Mikey. We don't even know where we are." Don reasoned in a soft voice.
A spear sparked behind them, and Cat tensed when he pushed her brothers forward by their shells.
'NO ONE…pushes my little brothers…'
She smirked inwardly.
'And takes back a hand in the end, at least…'
The activity on the mounds of trash to their left gave loud background noise as the walked down the wooden platform.
"This stuff is amazing…" Don muttered.
Cat didn't really hear, putting all her effort towards hiding the pain and walking at the same time.
The guards suddenly stopped, and she did as well, just barely avoiding a collision, though Mikey wasn't as observant.
'Okay…we're on a hill of…trash…sloped angle…walkway…and what the shell is that?'
"Which one of you is wearing the 'Ode de Fish'? It's kinda nasty…"
She rolled her eyes at her youngest brother's antics.
Before them were a bunch of screens, and a shadowed figure turned to them.
'It doesn't look human…at least…not completely…'
The figure came into the light…
"You!"
Cat covered her sensitive nose from the smell.
"The Garbage Man? AGAIN? Why is it that whenever I'm hurt he shows up?"
"But he went into the river!"
Mikey looked around.
"…In THIS river…"
"Yes. THIS river. MY river."
Cat rolled her eyes, hands still over her nose.
"Can't really own moving water, tubby…"
"What is all this?" Don demanded.
"Silence!"
The spears touched their shells, and Mikey and Don fell to their knees from the shock of it.
Cat stayed standing, hardly feeling any pain, until a spear hit her injured ankle roughly.
With a sharp cry of pain, she fell forward, landing on her side as she clutched at her knee.
"First rule, my friends…I talk, you listen…"
"Here's MY first rule, fatso. Mess with my family again and you'll have a foot so far up your ass you'll get a nosebleed!"
A claw descended, grabbing her shell.
"And how are you going to accomplish that, little girl?"
A fire started in her eyes.
"You'll see that when it happens…"
Two more claws picked up Mikey and Don by their shells as well.
"I should thank you turtles for setting me on this path…Dumping me into this river opened my eyes to a whole new world of parts just waiting to be salvaged."
He smiled.
"So thank you…"
"You're not welcome." Don retorted.
"I have a suggestion…could you say it, not spray it? I just took a shower…"
The large man chuckled.
"I'm actually glad that you're here. I've often wondered WHAT you are, and now I can find out!"
"…Donnie, can he do that?"
"I wouldn't know, Kitty…"
A man came out into the open behind the Garbage Man.
"Our target has come into range!"
"Perfect!"
The three turtles were dropped.
"…Ow…"
"Everything is on schedule. Take these three and hold them in the brig. I want to dissect them later."
His evil laughter made her want to cover her ears.
"Make sure they're 'comfortable'…And make sure the female is ready…I have something special in mind for HER…"
'Do your worst…' Cat dared with her eyes as she was hefted to her feet.
They were led to the small, rickety cell, and Cat stopped.
"Guys, I think it's time we did what we talked about earlier…" Don hinted.
"Sounds good to me!" Mikey agreed, throwing one guard over his shoulder.
Cat punched the second, sending him, unconscious, into a wall as Don used the metal bar door to smack the another in the face.
Mikey had two against him, their spears sparking.
He ducked, and they actually shocked each other.
Cat snorted.
"Idiots…"
Three were stripped of their gear and left with the others in the cells, so the three turtles could disguise themselves.
"Aren't your breasts too big for jump-trooper?"
SMACK!!
"OW!!"
"Don't start, Mikey."
"Come on. Let's get out of this madhouse." Don stated.
They were soon in the main room again, listening to Garbage Man's speech.
Stating his plans, Cat stiffened.
'A cruise ship…all those innocent people…'
"No one can stop us!"
The crowd cheered, and Cat leaned off her injured ankle a bit more.
'Not if WE have anything to say about it, fatso…'
Hiding in the group of guards heading into the ship, they tried to walk calmly.
Cat was having the slightest problem hiding her limp.
"Hey, there's the Shell Sub! Let's get it and get outta here!" Mikey whispered.
"But we have to stop the Garbage Man from sinking that cruise ship." Don retorted.
Cat sighed.
"Come on, you two…"
The Garbage Man's voice was heard over the intercom.
"Brace for impact!"
"We'd better make our move!" Cat noted softly.
"Right. NOW!"
Cat grabbed a guard to her left, and threw him at a group of three like a bowling ball.
"STRIKE!"
Her brother's seemed to be doing just as good, and three pulled off their disguises, jumping up and kicking a few men down.
More men came as Cat accidentally kicked with her injured ankle.
"OW!! Ow-Ow-Ow-Ow-OW!!"
She started hopping around on one foot, whimpering in pain.
Some men came at her.
A powerful punch sent at least two flying.
She followed her brothers into the stairwell that the guards had come from, and followed them up the stairs.
"I wish that frickin' wheelchair hadn't run out of batteries, DONNIE…"
"I forgot to charge it! Sorry!"
They were soon on the bridge, Cat getting used to hopping around on one foot.
"We've got to turn this thing around! Now!" Don stated.
"Somehow, I think that's gonna be a LOT harder than it sounds!" Mikey replied.
The guards came at them.
"Get this trash off my bridge!" The Garbage Man ordered.
"But I thought you LIKED trash!" Cat teased, jumping up and giving three men a powerful hurricane kick.
"You freaks! This time, you won't escape me!"
His claws went out, grabbing Don and Cat around the waist and lifting them into the air.
With a snarl, Cat struggled.
"Mikey! The oxygen tanks!" Don ordered.
"Got it!"
Mikey went under Garbage Man with an oxygen tank, and broke off the cap, sending the fat man into the air.
When he hit the ceiling, Cat broke the claw holding her, flipping and landing on her foot.
Don was released when Garbage Man landed, falling unconscious.
The purple-banded turtle went to the controls, trying to find a way to turn the metal monstrosity around.
"Accelerate at something else! We're about to hit that ship!" Mikey yelled.
'What are we gonna do?' Cat thought, staying as calm as possible.
Suddenly, with Don messing with the controls, the strange contraption shook, swimming by the cruise ship and jumping into the air like a dolphin.
Cat fell on her butt, and rubbed her shell.
"Okay, that's good…Now how do we stop it?"
Don stood up.
"I've got a better idea. Why not take out two birds with one stone?"
Cat watched as her brothers messed with the controls.
"Don't do anything stupid…" She warned.
The contraption started heading for 'Junklantis', and Cat stood up.
"WATCH OUT!"
The two turtles dodged the Garbage Man's claw, which stuck in the controls.
"Leave them alone, you fat jerk!" She warned, jumping up and grabbing a claw.
With a tug, it sparked, and two more claws kept attacking her brothers, striking the controls.
He got shocked, and Cat released him as the sparks raised into her palms, being absorbed into her skin.
"To the Shell Sub! Boy Wonder! Bat Girl!"
SMACK!!
"OW!! Kitty!!"
"Come on, geek knight!"
Stumbling down the stairs, they reached the Shell Sub.
"Mikey, open the doors while I get the Shell Sub powered up!" Don ordered as him and Cat swung in.
"…Donnie…why isn't it starting?"
Mikey swung in with some water.
"Hurry up!"
"I can't get the engine to start!" Don replied.
"Donnie, we're gonna hit it!" Cat shouted, grabbing hold of a seat.
"Come on…Come on…" Don muttered.
The engine sputtered to life.
"Yes! Hold on!"
The Shell Sub submerged, heading for the engine.
They got out before it crashed, and Cat breathed a sigh of relief.
That's when the force hit them…
"AH!!"
Cat's chest hit the chest one moment, and then her shell smashed into a wall.
Suddenly, the turbulence was gone.
"…Thank you, lord…Thank you for watching out for me today…You finally understand that I'm just here to protect my adventurous, naïve little brothers…"
"HEY…" Mikey whined, pouting.
Something hit the back of the Shell Sub, rocking them and letting a steady drip of water in.
"…You're testing me, aren't you lord?"
"It's the Garbage Man!" Don stated, steadying the sub.
"That guy doesn't know when to quit!" Mikey complained.
"We beat him once, guys. We can do it again." Cat assured, standing up.
The underwater maneuvering was lost on Cat as she tried to stay steady and keep her lunch down, but she heard Don's next order.
"Deploying depth charges."
"We have depth charges?" Mikey questioned.
"COOL…"
After the explosions, and some more maneuvering, Cat felt the ringing leave her ears.
"Hang on! Arming torpedoes!"
The Garbage Man charged at them.
"Setting detonation at ten yards!"
Something grabbed the Shell Sub.
"DONNIE!!"
"Firing torpedoes!"
The torpedoes went behind the other sub, exploding the back and making him release them.
The other sub fell down into a deep gulch, and Cat fell back on her shell in exhaustion.
"…He'd better be finished, or someone's getting hurt…"
They got home, surfacing again, and Cat pushed off the top, pulling herself out.
"It's about time you guys surfaced. We were getting worried." Leo stated.
Raph caught an exhausted Cat before noticing the claws still attached to the Shell Sub.
"What happened?"
Cat sighed, cuddling against him.
"A long story, Raphie…A long, tiring story…"