April faced the television camera and smiled. She was standing in the middle of a chemical waste dump. It wasn't easy to smile there, but she had an interview to do and she had the feeling it was an important interview.

"...and in this day and age of ecological abuse, it's nice to find a company that's doing something to help," she told the camera. Then she turned to the man next to her. He was a professor, and was wearing a workman's overall with the initials TGRI on the pocket.

"Joining me on the final day of their clean-up efforts is Techno-Global Research Industries spokesman Professor Jordan Perry. Good afternoon, Professor."

Professor Perry smiled nervously. "Good afternoon, Miss O'Neil."

"Professor, perhaps you can tell us why TGRI has finally decided to remove the waste it's been burying here for years."

Professor Perry took a deep breath. "Well," he began. "I should try to keep my answers short, or will you be able to cut this later on, just in case I begin to ramble, which, unfortunately..."

"Uh, Professor. We're live," April said, reminding him that their talk was being broadcast right then.

"Oh, right," he said sheepishly. "Well, to answer your excellent question..."

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"Man, who is this spasmatic?" Raphael said, talking to the television he and his brothers were watching in April's apartment. He felt sorry for April. He felt sorrier for himself, having to watch the whole thing.

"Hey, give the guy a break," Don said. "He's a scientist."

"...Our organization has always been concerned with the welfare of the community we serve," the professor babbled.

"Isn't Oprah on?" Raphael asked.

"Forget it," Don said. "We're watching April."

"...and, yes, we have been depositing certain waste material - nontoxic, of course - at this particular site, but we now have more efficient ways of dealing with this waste..."

"How about Supermarket Sweep?" Raph suggested. "I hear they're having a sale of garden hoses?"

"...and so, at our own expense, TGRI has elected to remove these by-products and dispose of them in a more suitable way..."

Raphael had just about had it. "Come on. Let's change this. Maybe somebody's got something on the fight at the electronics shop last night." He reached for the remote control.

"Do not change the channel," Splinter commanded from behind the Turtles. Raphael hadn't even known he was there. They all turned to look at him. He seemed very upset by something he'd seen.

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The professor smiled at April again. "And that's really about all there is to it, Miss O'Neil," he said.

April smiled back, but she didn't believe him. "Thank you," she said politely. Then she faced the camera again. "Reporting live from New Jersey, this is April O'Neil, Channel Three Eyewitness News."

As soon as the camera light went off, April handed her microphone to one of the crewmembers and walked quickly to catch up with the professor. There was something that just didn't seem right.

"Would you mind if I asked a few follow-up questions?"

"Not at all," the professor said agreeably. Then he glanced at his watch. "Darn," he said. "Perhaps another time, Miss O'Neil." Almost before she knew what had happened, he'd gone. Now she was surer than ever that there was something he didn't want her to know. Disappointed, she returned to the sound truck, where her newest production assistant, Freddy, was coiling up some cables.

"Enjoying your first day, Freddy?" she asked.

"Sure," he said. "But tell me. What were you going to ask him?"

"Well..." April began, wondering if she could even explain. "I don't know," she said finally. "Don't worry about it, though. I'm paid to be suspicious."