Alright! My first chapter that involves an actual episode! I was pretty excited about this one since there's so many fun references that I was able to add on top of the ones that were obviously already included. See if you can spot them all!
For the most part, it would appear to an outside observer that the life of a mutant ninja turtle would be no different than your average adolescent boy. They liked to watch normal teen shows, play normal teen games, and eat normal teen food. However, there was always the occasional day of something rather unusual, or even unexplainable, occurring. And the one and only April O'Neil would commonly find herself on the receiving end of whatever shenanigans the turtles managed to cook up.
She'd tried to forewarn Katerina about these potential events so she wouldn't get blindsided. And yet, despite this, no amount of cautionary tales could ever have prepared her for the havoc that April's phone call that evening was going to ultimately create. After all, there already seemed to be enough havoc going on in their own home at the time. What with Donatello's creations frequently going on mini rampages! This time, it was the microwave.
"Donnie! Why?!" Katerina demanded, diving for cover to get away from the now boxing glove clad, laser firing cookware of doom!
"It, it's not supposed to do this! Don't worry, I'll fix it," he assured her, frantically clicking away at a controller. But instead of stopping, it simply turned and began bearing down on the other guys, lasers blazing.
Katerina simply shook her head in disbelief. When he had asked for her help in repairing the microwave, she'd never considered that could mean he'd bring it to life! It even had a scary, glaring face now displaying on the door!
Donatello's ringing phone distracted her for a moment, and she turned back to him to see who was calling.
"You're conversing with Donatello," he answered smoothly, doing a great job at ignoring the chaos directly behind him.
"Dude, I need your help!" she heard April's cry from the other line. Katerina braved coming out of cover to peer over his shoulder at the phone, feeling worried at the girl's desperate tone.
"For you, anything," he assured her, with a charisma Katerina couldn't help but find endearing! But then, was almost immediately ruined by his sudden list of conditions.
"As long as it does not involve bees, or spiders, or beach balls. Please not beach balls!" he lamented with a shudder. Katerina glanced up at him with confused skepticism, but then almost jumped out of her skin as the out of control microwave finally crashed and exploded against the far wall.
"Well, guess that solved that problem," she muttered.
April shook her head in exasperation. "Can you fix Albearto? He broke before singing 'Happy Birthday'," she requested frantically. Donatello's eyebrows shot up in surprise and he quickly turned to the others.
"April still hasn't gotten through the 'Happy Birthday' song yet, guys," he informed them. Raphael popped up behind them with a bewildered look.
"April still hasn't gotten through the 'Happy Birthday' song?!" he questioned.
"Am I on speaker?!" she demanded with irritation.
"Or cake, actually," Donatello added.
"Or cake?!" Leonardo laughed mockingly.
"Hold up. What's going on? What's an Albearto?" Katerina interjected.
"It's the pizza place that April's working at right now," Raphael explained. "Not to worry, we'll be right over," he declared assuredly.
"Hey, if you guys are in the middle of somethin' –" April tried to say, but she didn't get a chance to finish before Donatello hung up the call.
"So, she said something about Albearto breaking? How can a pizza place break, or sing, for that matter?" Katerina pressed to the group, still not fully understanding.
"We'll explain later. Right now, April needs our invaluable expertise," Donatello told her, as the group began to rush out of the room.
"Come on, let's go!" Leonardo encouraged, grabbing a hold of Katerina's wrist and yanking her along with them.
"Whoa! We're all going?" she asked.
"Well yeah, unless you wanna stay here by yourself and miss out on all the fun!" Leonardo argued.
"And the pizza!" Michelangelo added. She supposed she couldn't argue with that logic.
What seemed to be mere moments later, the turtle gang suddenly burst through the backdoor of the pizzeria, striking dramatic poses with Katerina in tow.
"Fixers in the house! Swoopin' in ta save the day!" Raphael announced. Luckily April was the only other person currently in the room.
"Haven't you heard? Swooping is bad," Katerina moaned out in a daze. Her head was still spinning wondering how on earth they managed to pull off getting here so quickly.
"That was fast!" April also acknowledged, sounding impressed. "Actually, I just needed Donnie," she informed them.
"Oh, we know. We just came for the free pizza!" Raphael explained. "Remember, blend in like you're a birthday robot," he instructed the crew. Katerina's eyes suddenly grew wide as the realization of what he'd just said had a chance to sink in.
"Wait – wait a minute," she mumbled, before frantically scanning the area. That's when she spied the dead-eyed animatronics propped up on the stage on the other side of the room. A large bear wearing a chef costume lay on the floor, occasionally twitching and sparking.
Katerina immediately began to recoil in a panic! "Nope, nope, nopenopenope! So Much Nope!" She exclaimed, leaping up and attempting to make a mad dash for the exit. However, as if on reflex, Raphael reached out and latched onto her trailing hood, effectively yanking her back.
"What the heck has gotten into you?!" he demanded, everyone else looking on in confusion.
"You guys didn't tell me it was that kind of pizzeria!" she yelled, gesturing wildly at the animatronics. "No amount of free pizza is worth this! I don't wanna be another Teddy Tazbear fatality! Now let me go!" she wailed, failing her arms as she futilely struggled against his grip.
"What are you talking about?" Leonardo wondered at the thrashing cat girl.
"Have you guys seriously never heard of Five Night's at Teddy's?!" she demanded. "It's a miracle April's still in one piece!"
"Are you talking about that cheesy animatronic, jump scare game?" Donatello asked incredulously. Katerina slowly turned her head around to face him with a spooky stare.
"It is not cheesy. It is eeeeeevil!" she protested dramatically, drawing out the word for effect. "We should leave, now!" she snapped.
"Oh, would you stop freaking out?! Teddy Tazbear's isn't real! Now, get over here and assist me while the guys go get their pizza," he ordered, popping off the bear's top half to get to work.
Katerina glared indignantly at him and flipped back around, crossing her arms over her chest in a pout. She did not want to go anywhere near that thing! Especially not after what happened with the last project she'd assisted with!
"If you help, I'll be able to get done faster," he told her in a taunting tone.
"Ugh! Fine!" she consented, Raphael finally releasing her, so she could get up and, slowly, move over to where Donatello was working.
That situation now reaching a resolution, the rest of the guys began to merrily robot walk out from back stage, beep-booping as they went.
"So, Donnie, hopefully you guys can make this a quick fix," April requested uneasily, only to turn and find that he had already completely dismantled the entire robot, pieces of him scattered all across the floor. He grinned back at her, flashing an encouraging thumbs up. "Or – a total tear down!" she lamented through clenched teeth. Katerina returned her desperate gaze with one of her own.
"Is it ever anything less?" she had to wonder.
"Pass the one eighth," he motioned towards the cat girl. She obediently placed the tiny wrench in his beckoning hand.
"Not with Donnie," April confessed with a head shake.
The sound of mass, hysterical screaming brought both of their attention towards the other side of the stage curtain. Katerina flashed her a distressed look, before April ran to find out what all the commotion was, leaving her alone with the mad scientist turtle.
"Wire cutters," he commanded. She handed them to him.
"Couldn't you just get your extend-o arm things to help you with this?" she reasoned.
"But that wouldn't be nearly as satisfying. Besides, this way, I never have to look up! Soldering iron," he ordered. Katerina sighed and placed the tool in his hands, watching with mild interest as he seemed to magically reconstruct the entire robot with minimal effort.
Meanwhile, things outside did not sound like they were going well for April. It was more like the roars of an angry mob than a group of ragtag children. Several minutes later, she hurried backstage to see how their progress was going.
"Aaaand short circuiting, con-qu-ared," Donatello announced, passing the cat girl a pair of forceps. "Conductors," he instructed, and she complied. "Now to juice up his –" but April cut him off before he could finish.
"That's enough!" April snapped at him. "I just need him to sing 'Happy Birthday', and quiet the kids down, so I don't get fired," she requested carefully, clearly trying not to let her agitation show.
"Well, sure, he could just sing it, or he could dazzle!" Donatello exclaimed excitedly, throwing his hands up in the air.
"Well, I do hate shoddy work," Katerina joked, finding it hard not to add to the ridiculousness of the previous statement.
"Please, please! No dazzling," April begged. "Shoddy will be just fine," she assured them.
"You know, he might end up being the greatest entertainer bot of his generation!" Donatello declared, rapidly reassembling the outer pieces of the bear bot, making him appear slightly less terrifying, if only slightly. "And voila!"
He stepped back, revealing his completed work in all its unholy glory. Besides looking completely brand new, Donatello had added a pair of crazy sunglasses to, allegedly, spice him up.
"Albearto two point fourteen point two. I upgraded my upgrade in the middle of the upgrade," he explained. "Now to sync him to my remote," he pulled out said remote and clicked a large, green button. The display read that it was synchronizing. "Aaaaand, it's showtime!" Katerina took several wary steps backwards as the giant, robotic, bear chef sprang to life.
"Buongiorno, kiddies!" the bear shouted, thrusting an enthusiastic finger into the air.
"Yeah! Let's go give Timmy the Albearto-iest birthday ever!" April cheered happily.
"Sure. Right up until he bites all our heads off," Katerina added morbidly.
"Huh uh! There will be no biting, either! That is strictly against Albearto Pizzeria rules," April informed her, gesturing towards a sign clearly posting a list of rules.
Yep, there it was, number three was 'no biting', right after no climbing on the stage, and no peeing in the ball pit. Katerina grimaced at the idea that instructions about inappropriate urination had to be written on the walls! April stepped out onto the stage, taking hold of the curtain rope.
"You ready?" she asked, glancing back in Donatello's direction.
"Yup," he said casually, giving her another thumbs up.
April yanked hard on the rope, revealing the odd band members. Albearto now sporting a pizza shaped guitar, and striking his own dramatic pose.
"Buongiorno, kiddies!" he announced again, his sunglasses flashing dramatically.
"Is he gonna break again?" they heard a girl in the crowd wonder.
"Not on my watch," April assured her. "Again," she added as an afterthought, her confidence faltering.
"Hold onto your birthday hats, kiddies!" Donatello instructs Albearto to say with the remote, and then had him move onto wailing on the guitar, the other animatronics following suit.
"And now, for a little guitar solo." Donatello hit another button on the remote. "You're welcome," he said, side eyeing Katerina with a sly smile.
"I didn't ask for this," she muttered, as Albearto switched to a shredding sequence while holding the guitar behind his back.
"Check me out! I'm shredding this guitar like it's mozzarella!" Albearto boasted, causing Katerina cast her own look at the turtle next to her.
"I'm guessing you taught him to talk like that?" she questioned flatly.
"What can I say? He learned from the master," Donatello grinned proudly.
"Looking good, Dee!" April praised, happily throwing her fists in the air.
The kids in the crowd all seemed to be thoroughly entertained, as well. Jumping up and down and yelling with glee, as if they'd suddenly found themselves at a rock concert. Albearto was busy hopping all over the stage, really getting the kids hyped. That is, until, the sickening sound of shorting circuits, and Albearto's sudden, violent twitching, brought the mood to a screeching halt.
"Uh, hold on," Donatello said with concern. "No! Nonono! He should not be glitching! He should be rocking and/or rolling!" he exclaimed, his tone escalating in panic.
"See, what did I tell you?! This is where it all goes south!" Katerina cried.
"Donnie. . ." April trailed, as Albearto started spinning wildly out of control.
"Oh no! Oh! The battery!" he realized in dismay, as the low battery symbol began flashing on his remote. "Ah! I knew I forgot to change something! I can't stop him!" he growled, before casting an irritated scowl in Katerina's direction. "As an assistant, it should have been your job to carry extra batteries!" he lectured. Katerina got an indignant look at the sudden accusation!
"Hey! No one told me we'd be risking our lives repairing killer robots!" she shouted back at him.
Suddenly, the lights began to flash in a crazy pattern! They turned back to find that Albearto had managed to lodge his guitar into one of the overhead spotlights, casting dangerous arcs of powerful electricity over his entire body. The smell of burning plastic and fake fur permeating the air as everyone in the room froze with shock at the display.
Eventually, Albearto blew! Along with the building's breakers, casting the whole room in darkness and a thick layer of ash. The burnt out bear fell back, hitting the stage with a resounding thud. And at first, no one moved. April kept a firm grip on her head, trying to keep herself from completely freaking out.
"Ta da," Donatello let out a halfhearted cheer.
"Okay. . ." April trailed, sliding out in front of the still smoking, sparking animatronic. "So, that happened, but – we can still sing 'Happy Birthday' without him." April then attempted to get a chorus of the birthday song going.
Unfortunately, she did not get far. The ominous sound of grinding gears effectively killing whatever happy had been left in this birthday! Katerina could only watch with horror as the half-mutilated bear bot's eyes flapped open, and it began to rise off the stage, seemingly of it's own accord. It took several jarring stomps towards the crowd of now cowering children.
"Hey diddly ho, kiddies," came the unnervingly jovial voice from it's speaker box. "Time to pump this party up!" he subtly threatened, climbing down to the kid's level. "Let's play!" he roared, the children screaming and scattering away now in full blown terror!
"Donnie, can you –?" April tried turning to the purple turtle, but he seemed to be at just as much at a loss as she was. "Um. . ." she trailed, not even knowing for sure what to ask. He glanced back and forth between her and Katerina, seeing the cat girl also urgently staring at him, eyes wide with fear.
"I can fix this! I can fix this," he began chanting, rapidly jamming at the buttons on his controller. "I can fix this! I can fix this!" he continued, now smacking the useless controller against his head in a desperate attempt to get it to respond. "I can totally fix this!" he continued to assure them, but his claims were rendered moot almost immediately, as he managed to smash the controller into pieces against his forehead! April facepalmed at the antics.
"You know what? Turns out I cannot fix this," he finally determined, looking bashful.
"We're all gonna die!" Katerina moaned.
A high pitched scream brought their attention to the fact that the rampaging robo-bear was about to attack the kid with the paper crown. April leapt into action, diving in front of the kid while grabbing for a mostly empty pizza tray.
"Play nice, Albearto!" She yelled in a scolding tone. At the same time, swiping the tray at him, slicing off the rubber hand covers in the process.
The robot appeared a bit perplexed for a moment, glancing back and forth between April and his damaged hands, but was otherwise unaffected by the attack. April grew nervous at the turn of events, hesitantly taking a step back and bumping into the kid in the process. He clung to her arm in fright, and she looked down only to realize a moment later what it was that had grabbed her.
"Run kid!" she ordered sternly, pointing at the door. The little boy fled with another shrill cry. Albearto brought one of his, now naked, hands up, revealing the bone-like endoskeleton that was underneath.
"Whoopsies!" he taunted darkly. "Thanks for the claws, April!" The bear roared, rearing back in an attacking motion.
"He knows my name?!" April exclaimed with alarm, lifting the pizza pan in an attempt to shield herself.
"These are way better to open gifts with!" he declared, luckily shredding apart the pile of presents on the table instead of April herself.
With the monster distracted, April took the opportunity to usher all of the children out of the restaurant, leading them through the nearest exit with words of encouragement. Once they had all left, she slammed the door closed, only to turn and find Albearto looming over her, readying for the attack!
Only a moment of panic was able to pass, however, before a red and green blur suddenly burst onto the scene, taking out the evil robot with it!
"Knuckle sandwich!" Raphael announced, slamming his fist into Albearto's face, and sending him flying to the other side of the room, decimating a table in the process. This didn't phase him for long, though, and he sprang up a moment later, rotating around to determine who had attacked him.
"Buongiorno, kiddies!" he called, addressing the other turtles who'd decided to join them.
"We'll fix it, April. He may have the crazy, but we got the numbers! Go ahead and bounce if you need to," Raphael assured her confidently. The others looking just a smug behind him.
"Don't leave! I haven't handed out the party invitations yet," Albearto bellowed. At that, a collection of wires grotesquely sprung from the possessed robot's mouth, embedding themselves in the other two stage animatronics. They both jolted to life, vaulting off the stage to take defensive fighting stances on either side of the bear bot.
"Uh, he bringing the robots to life," Donatello pointed out with concern.
"Oh? Ya don't say," Katerina casually mentioned next to him. Donatello glanced over at her. "Would anybody happen to have a phone? Because I freakin' called it!" she roared with indignant fury.
"I can neither confirm nor deny the similarities between this situation and a certain popular, indie horror game franchise," Donatello droned, adverting his gaze.
"Those animatronics are literally trying to murder us!" she snapped at him.
"No sweat. We still got this," Raphael boasted, placing his hands on his hips in determination.
Almost as if he took the words as a challenge, Albearto rotated his head around and extended his mouth wires out to connect to the smack-a-vole machine. Moments later, dozens of angry, little robot voles filled the floor around them.
"You know what? On second thought, you're right. I take it all back," Katerina mock-humored him. "This is worse than the games!" she added frantically.
"Uh," Raphael chuckled sheepishly. "You didn't have plans right now. Did ya, April?" he questioned her, backpedaling on his earlier statement. Apparently, the army of voles had been the breaking point.
"Oh, I'm staying," she assured him with a confident laugh. "I am the Party Captain, and I am saving Timmy's party from disaster!" she declared profoundly.
Until another high pitched scream pulled their attention back towards the vole machine. There was Timmy, trembling in fear as the voles were slowly closing in on him.
"Right after I save Timmy," April added.
"You missed one?" Katerina asked, confused on how that could have happened. "What is wrong with that kid?"
April just shrugged as the robots began their assault, diving underneath Albearto to try and get to the kid. The turtles also sprang into action, each confronting a different foe. Meanwhile, Katerina had to wonder, what was wrong with her for that matter? She should have run to safety with the rest of the squirts, but for some reason, felt compelled to stay and try to help.
April and the Timmy kid began whacking away at random voles with the game mallets. Michelangelo was utilizing Skee-balls to keep the sausage guy at bay, while he was busy making presidential puns. And Leonardo and Raphael were focused on attempting to take down the big, bad bear himself. Between the explosions and debris rapidly whizzing past, Katerina was having trouble keeping track of it all! It was only due to a mass of robot voles suddenly surrounding her, that she was finally forced to join in the carnage, albeit not very effectively. . .
Desperately groping around for something to defend herself with, she managed to snag a large, padded hammer off a Test Your Strength machine. She tried smashing the voles with it, as if she were pounding in a railroad peg. However, every time she brought it down, they would simply hop out of the way, causing her to continually miss. She kept edging away from them to give herself beating room and keep them at bay, but before she knew it, they had backed her up against the ball pit. She felt a wave of terror at the realization that she no longer had anywhere else to go!
Meanwhile, directly behind her, Donatello had somehow ended up in the pit. And was actively getting his shell stomped on repeatedly by the tomato girl, who was cackling gleefully at the abuse.
"Ow! Oh! You're so cute, but so mean! Why do I always go for your type?" he lamented, before flipping around and grabbing the psycho tomato with his own robot arms from the Battle Shell.
A second later, he sent a powerful electric shock through the arms, zapping her so effectively that it caused her to begin to melt! Now that she was no longer an immediate threat, he dropped her into the pit below, her body slowly sinking into the vat of red balls.
"This doesn't make Cheery, cheery," she managed to drone out.
Before completely losing power, the tomato girl raised an arm. Clutched in her hand was some kind of device. She hit a button on it and it began beeping and flashing. Never a good sign! So, realizing what was probably about to happen, Donatello managed to scramble out of the pit, grabbing Katerina as he went.
"Hit the deck!" he called, slamming her to the ground right before the animatronic self-destructed, exploding into the air! A moment later, what remained of her body hit the edge of the ball pit, oozing down the side in a continually melting mass.
"Oh, I'll never eat ketchup again," Donatello moaned, sounding sick.
He propped himself up to glance down at the cat girl under him. They blinked at each other for a moment, before his attention was pulled up to the still advancing group of intact vole-men.
"What have you been doing?!" he demanded irritably.
"I'm trying!" she wailed. "But every time I take a swing at one, it jumps out of the way!" she whined.
"That's probably because you're aiming for where they are, instead of where they're going to be," he pointed out.
Extending his staff, he brought it around in a wide arc towards the little monsters, effectively bowling them all over and flinging them at the wall. They all smashed against it with a collection of mini detonations. Katerina sat up and stared at the handiwork with a very defeated countenance. He had been able to accomplish with one gesture something she hadn't been able to manage after several minutes of pounding! She felt angry and stupid. Why was she so useless?!
Donatello didn't seem to notice the expression though, as they were suddenly distracted by Raphael flying across the room. He landed hard on top of Leonardo against the other wall, who appeared to have already been thrown. The chain of events causing Leonardo's sword to be flung into the air, landing near where Katerina was crouched on the floor.
"If I can't have a birthday party, nobody can!" Albearto was shouting with fury. They then watched as Michelangelo suddenly dove down from the ceiling towards the rampaging robot, readying his weapon for an attack.
"Cowabunga!" he called dramatically, but never had the chance to connect.
"I'm gonna crack you open like a birthday pinata!" Detecting that he was coming, Albearto reached out and swiped in his direction, sending Michelangelo hurtling into the growing pile of turtle brothers. He let out a maniacal cackle at his success.
"Your sorry skills make me snicker! You're no match for the king of birthday parties, that's for sure!" he taunted, looming dangerously over the prostrate turtles.
Katerina glared at the ground, her eyes fixating on the sword lying in front of her. She could feel her hackles start to rise, as the fear in her was rapidly being replaced by rage. Who did this stupid robot think he was, anyway? The king of birthday parties?! Yeah right! She could think of at least a dozen other locations she would have rather spent a birthday as a kid! This place didn't even have Go Karts!
Meanwhile, a light bulb seemed to go off in Donatello's head as he glanced around with realization. "There's only one way to get through to this guy." Grabbing a, surprisingly still intact, cake off a nearby cart, he held it out in the direction of their adversary.
"Hey Albearto," he called out to him, garnering his attention away from the others. "You know, you can't be the king of birthday parties without having one of your own," he reasoned, displaying the cake for him to see.
At hearing the purple turtle's words to him, Albearto finally halted his rioting, calming down enough to take a closer look.
"Wait, what? A birthday party, for meesy-weesy?" he wondered, with a strange expression of joy and baby talk.
"That's right, Albearto," Donatello told him, stepping over the pile of his discarded brothers to get closer to the animatronic. "Today's the day you were born," he reminded him, offering up the cake. "Through a total accident that's clearly nobody's fault," he added hastily in a mumble.
"A birthday cakey-wakey? For meesy-weesy?" The terrifying robot continued to coo, gleefully accepting the 'gift'.
However, while he was distracted, nobody noticed Katerina reach down and pluck up Leonardo's sword, gripping the hilt firmly with both hands. She rose with determination, glaring daggers at the evil robot as he studied the cake.
"Here, why don't you let me help you cut that!" she shouted, all eyes suddenly shifting to her.
Seemingly out of nowhere, Katerina dove into the middle of the group, side-stepping Donatello so that she was now positioned right in front of the hulking robo-bear. Nobody moved as the next few moments seemed to happen in slow motion.
She sliced the blade across the animatronic, starting from his shoulder, down through the cake he was holding, and ending at his hip, creating a massive gash in the front of him. From there, she brought the sword back up, adding another incision on top of the first one. Albearto began to stumble back in shock at the sudden, unexpected attack.
Using his momentum against him, Katerina leapt on top of his abdomen, effectively pushing him the rest of the way over, thrusting the end of the sword into his face to keep her balance. His back hit the ground with a massive thud. A moment later, she ripped the blade back out, raised the tip up as high as she could, before bringing it down with as much force as she could muster, piercing it straight through the middle of his chest! The blade was buried almost all the way up to the hilt.
Feeling satisfied with the blow, Katerina hopped backwards off the monster bear, just as he began to spark and convulse violently. Several seconds later, the robot exploded, sending parts of him flying in all directions of the restaurant! The group had to shield themselves to avoid getting pummeled. Once the dust settled, all eyes were glued to the heavily panting cat girl, mouths hanging open to match.
"Wha – what the heck was that?!" Donatello finally demanded, being the first to be able to find his voice.
"I – uh. . ." If she were being honest, Katerina couldn't really be sure herself. She hesitated, staring at the remains of the bear bot with a bewildered look. "I guess I'm better at slaying ogres than gnomes?" Was the only explanation she could think to offer. "I may have, snapped a bit?" she confessed.
"A bit?!" Raphael exclaimed.
Unfortunately, they didn't get a chance to explore anything further, as the entire building began to tremble dangerously. Large chunks of the ceiling started breaking away, causing the group to all cry out in alarm! They braced themselves right before the room completely collapsed around them!
"Huh?" April wondered, glancing up to assess the damage as the rest of them went into coughing fits from the resulting dust cloud. There seemed to be nothing left but rubble and the wide open sky.
The realization of possible exposure, not to mention the risk of being held accountable, instantly seemed to light a fire under the turtle boys. They all offered up a quick justification or word of encouragement towards April, before scattering like someone turned the lights on at a roach motel. Although, Leonardo did take a moment to retrieve his sword and the stunned cat girl as he bailed.
"Have fun cleaning up, bye!" Donatello quickly called on his way out.
And then there was one. Well, that is, if you didn't include the two kids still stuck in the crane machine and the buried restaurant owner.
"Best birthday ever!" Timmy decided, cheering and throwing his hands up in celebration.
"My restaurant!" the owner exclaimed in horror, after managing to dig his way out of the debris. He yanked at his hair in dismay.
"On the upside, we have a very impressed customer," April pointed out brightly, exchanging a grin and a thumbs up with Timmy. But it wasn't enough to turn the situation around, and the owner actually followed through with tearing his hair out!
"That tears it, O'Neil! You're –!" he began, but already knowing full well were this was going, April didn't bother to let him finish.
"Fired. Yeah, figured," she acknowledged, pulling off her name tag and dropping it into his hands. "You can mail my paycheck. Peace," she told him. Throwing up a pair of peace signs as she trudged out of the rubble of yet another failed job.
However, in all the confusion and chaos, no one was able to see the eyes on the severed head of the Albearto bot eerily flash to life!