Leonardo, Donatello, and Michelangelo peered down at the junkyard from their perch on a huge pile of scrap metal.

"Just like Keno said it was," Mike remarked.

Donatello glanced around. "The perimeter's quiet."

"Yeah, a little too quiet," Leo said sceptically.

They crept down the pile and into the junkyard. They were in.

"Well, that was easy," Donatello said.

"Yeah, a little too easy," Leonardo said.

Donatello squinted to see through the dimness. There, at the far end of the junkyard, tied to a stake, was his brother.

"Look, it's Raph!"

"Yeah, a little too Raph," Michelangelo said, imitating Leo.

"Knock it off. Keep your eyes peeled. I don't like this." Leonardo didn't have to say it twice. They crept forward soundlessly.

They were about twenty yards from Raphael and still creeping forward when Donatello spoke.

"You know, given the layout of this junkyard and the proximity of certain structures, if they were going to spring a trap, they'd probably do it right about-"

Floodlights flashed. Something snapped. Suddenly, all three rescuers were whisked upwards in a large net. They were trapped and suspended from a crane.

"Here," Donatello finished.

"Nice call, Donnie," Michelangelo said sarcastically. "Pitifully late, but nice."

They looked down and saw a crowd of Foot men nearby. The crowd parted, making room for two people to pass through. The Turtles couldn't believe their eyes.

"The Shred-dude!" Michelangelo said.

"I've been waiting for you," Shredder said. "And I have a little surprise for you."

He gave a signal and the ground in front of Raphael rose, revealing razor-sharp ninja spikes. Their crane swung around. They were headed right for the spikes!

"Uh-oh. Turtle kebabs!" Michelangelo said.

The Turtles struggled against their bonds, trying to rip the net, trying to have a chance.

"You know, this net is remarkably well constructed," Donatello observed. It was just like him to admire someone else's technical ability, even when he was on the verge of being shredded by it!

"Yeah, remind me to drop a note to Ralph Nader!"

But the only thing that was dropping was the Turtles themselves!

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Splinter stood on a mound of junk a hundred yards away. Slowly and carefully he raised his ninja crossbow and aimed. The bolt whizzed from his weapon. It slashed through the rope that held the Turtles' net and it stuck in the stake above Raphael's head.

"Cowabunga!" Splinter said, utterly pleased with himself.

Leo, Mike, and Don fell to the ground. They weren't hurt at all. They got themselves ready to fight. "Hey, Shredder - you forgot that we carry insurance," Leo said.

"Mutual of Splinter, dude!" Michelangelo said.

Shredder was in no mood for jokes. "Get them!" he commanded.

The Foot tried, but they were no match for the Turtles. Within seconds, the half-shelled Turtles had The Foot on the run. Don and Mike freed Raphael and that increased their Turtle power even more. The Turtles were about ready to exchange high threes and head for the sewers when they heard Shredder say something very odd.

"Tokka! Rahzar!" he cried.

And with those words, the walls of the junkyard hut came crashing down.

Leonardo couldn't believe how big and mean the creatures were. "What the-?" he asked.

"Didn't I see these guys on Wrestlemania?" Mike joked.

But it was no joke. The mutants attacked the Turtles.

Raph shrugged. "Well, you know what they say. The bigger they come-"

"The more bones they break?" Mike asked.

Don squared off with Tokka. He held him back with his bo. Tokka bit it in two. He picked up Don and sent him flying through the air, past some junk, and the walls of a small toolshed. When he opened his eyes, he was looking right at Professor Perry, bound and gagged.

"Hey, you're the TGRI guy!"

"Mmmphhhughrrauuu," he said through the tape.

Don realized the problem right away. He grabbed a corner of the tape and ripped it off. He took off some of the professor's skin, too!

"Yeouuuuchhhhh!" the professor remarked.

There was no time for apologies. Don untied the professor and the two of them got back to where the other Turtles were still fighting the mutants. Rahzar and Tokka weren't skilled fighters like the Turtles, but they were big and they were mean. It looked as if that could be enough.

"We can't keep this up much longer!" Leo said desperately.

Michelangelo flew past him, another victim of Tokka's playful tosses. He landed with a loud clunk on something hard and metal. It was a manhole cover. "Am I glad to see you!" he said. If he and his brothers could get into the sewer, then they'd be on their way home! He called to them. "Guys! Over here!" he yelled. He removed the manhole cover. The first to arrive were Don and the professor. They climbed right down into the sewer.

"Way to go, Mikey!" Raphael said, fighting Tokka and Rahzar with all his might. Mikey went. Soon Raph and Leo joined the others.

"No! Stop them!" Shredder cried.

Tokka didn't hesitate. He leapt right into the manhole, feet first. His feet were about all that got in there, too. He wedged himself tightly in the hole and he couldn't move an inch, up or down.

Shredder turned red with fury.

Tokka smiled up at the master he'd learned to call Mama. "Tokka stuck," he said sweetly.