Meetings
Underground in the New York sewers, something stirred. The dim light cast shadows against the murky, moldy walls. The owners of the shadows were laughing and praising themselves.
These four mysteries, these Heroes were known as The Ninja Turtles.
One in a blue bandanna, Leonardo, gave a high five to his younger brother, Michelangelo, who donned an orange bandanna.
"Awesome!"
"Righchess!"
"Bossanova!"
"Huh?"
They stopped and turned to a sheepish looking turtle in purple.
"Chevy Nova?" he shrugged.
"NO!"
"Eh.Excellent!"
Carrying this celebration to their den, they didn't notice the fourth, Raphael lagging behind.
Under his red mask he had a look of sadness. Crawling into the hideaway they hushed in honor of their master, who was a giant brown rat.
Leo came up to him and knelt, "We have had our first battle Master Splinter. They were many, but we kicked.we fought well."
"Were you seen?"
"Uh-uh."
"In this, you must never lapse. Even the ones who would be our allies would not understand." he was cut off by Michelangelo falling forward.
Hugging the back of his shell was a blonde, blue-eyed girl. She wore a white baby-T with dark orange sweats. Smiling she gave a mock pout, "What about me Master Splinter?" The elder nodded, "You Angela, are special. When my son," he motioned to the pinned turtle, "Was injured, you did not care of his appearance."
Rolling over, Mikey hugged her back, "Yeah babe, I would've died."
Master Splinter sighed sadly, "Yes, but others are not like you. So to the rest our domain is the shadow. For if you stray, you will drag long and hard, and fad away without a trace."
That was more than Raphael could take, "I lost the sai!" he blurted.
"Then it is gone."
"But I can get it back! I can get it back!"
"Raphael!" his master ordered, "Let it go."
Donnatello put a supporting hand on his brother's shoulder, only to have it pushed away with a grunt. He hit back, and started a small scuffle between them.
"Hie!" Splinter stopped it before it could go to far. "Your ninja skill is at its peak. Only one truly important lesson is to be learned, but must be saved for later."
At his side, was quite a sight. Mikey was ordering Pizza.or TRYING to. Angela kept jumping and shouting to the phone over his shoulder.
"Hey, ya, I wanna large thick crust,"
"No Anchovies!"
"with double cheese,"
"No Anchovies!"
"ham, pepperoni,"
"NO ANCHOVIES!"
He smiled and nodded, "Uh, and No Anchovies! And I mean NO Anchovies, You put Anchovies on this thing and your in BIG trouble okay!?"
Master Splinter watched this with annoyance. He threw a book at the two to get their attention.
Seeing this coming, the blonde quickly ducked, causing it to hit Mikey.
"Michelangelo!"
Stuttering he finished his order, "That'll be all, and the clocks tickin' dude!"
His brothers laughed at the thought of a Pizza boy on time.
"As I was saying.you are still young, but one day, I will be gone. Use my teachings wisely. I suggest we meditate know, on the events of this evening." Their master took a deep breath and was beginning to concentrate.
Suddenly, loud music pierced the silence. Perking his ears, his eyes snapped open. Looking up, he found the turtles doing a strange dance.
Angela giggled, and moved her hand away from the record player, "Oops."
"Kids."
Leo, who was doing a small dance while sitting turned to Raph who was collecting his fedora and coat.
"Hey, where ya goin?"
"Out! Dat okay wit you!?"
"Yeah."
Storming out, the red bandanna-wearing turtle stormed out.
Angela watched, worried, "Master. He if full of much anger."
"I trust him." the elder rat still looked concerned, "...to make the right decision."
Underground in the New York sewers, something stirred. The dim light cast shadows against the murky, moldy walls. The owners of the shadows were laughing and praising themselves.
These four mysteries, these Heroes were known as The Ninja Turtles.
One in a blue bandanna, Leonardo, gave a high five to his younger brother, Michelangelo, who donned an orange bandanna.
"Awesome!"
"Righchess!"
"Bossanova!"
"Huh?"
They stopped and turned to a sheepish looking turtle in purple.
"Chevy Nova?" he shrugged.
"NO!"
"Eh.Excellent!"
Carrying this celebration to their den, they didn't notice the fourth, Raphael lagging behind.
Under his red mask he had a look of sadness. Crawling into the hideaway they hushed in honor of their master, who was a giant brown rat.
Leo came up to him and knelt, "We have had our first battle Master Splinter. They were many, but we kicked.we fought well."
"Were you seen?"
"Uh-uh."
"In this, you must never lapse. Even the ones who would be our allies would not understand." he was cut off by Michelangelo falling forward.
Hugging the back of his shell was a blonde, blue-eyed girl. She wore a white baby-T with dark orange sweats. Smiling she gave a mock pout, "What about me Master Splinter?" The elder nodded, "You Angela, are special. When my son," he motioned to the pinned turtle, "Was injured, you did not care of his appearance."
Rolling over, Mikey hugged her back, "Yeah babe, I would've died."
Master Splinter sighed sadly, "Yes, but others are not like you. So to the rest our domain is the shadow. For if you stray, you will drag long and hard, and fad away without a trace."
That was more than Raphael could take, "I lost the sai!" he blurted.
"Then it is gone."
"But I can get it back! I can get it back!"
"Raphael!" his master ordered, "Let it go."
Donnatello put a supporting hand on his brother's shoulder, only to have it pushed away with a grunt. He hit back, and started a small scuffle between them.
"Hie!" Splinter stopped it before it could go to far. "Your ninja skill is at its peak. Only one truly important lesson is to be learned, but must be saved for later."
At his side, was quite a sight. Mikey was ordering Pizza.or TRYING to. Angela kept jumping and shouting to the phone over his shoulder.
"Hey, ya, I wanna large thick crust,"
"No Anchovies!"
"with double cheese,"
"No Anchovies!"
"ham, pepperoni,"
"NO ANCHOVIES!"
He smiled and nodded, "Uh, and No Anchovies! And I mean NO Anchovies, You put Anchovies on this thing and your in BIG trouble okay!?"
Master Splinter watched this with annoyance. He threw a book at the two to get their attention.
Seeing this coming, the blonde quickly ducked, causing it to hit Mikey.
"Michelangelo!"
Stuttering he finished his order, "That'll be all, and the clocks tickin' dude!"
His brothers laughed at the thought of a Pizza boy on time.
"As I was saying.you are still young, but one day, I will be gone. Use my teachings wisely. I suggest we meditate know, on the events of this evening." Their master took a deep breath and was beginning to concentrate.
Suddenly, loud music pierced the silence. Perking his ears, his eyes snapped open. Looking up, he found the turtles doing a strange dance.
Angela giggled, and moved her hand away from the record player, "Oops."
"Kids."
Leo, who was doing a small dance while sitting turned to Raph who was collecting his fedora and coat.
"Hey, where ya goin?"
"Out! Dat okay wit you!?"
"Yeah."
Storming out, the red bandanna-wearing turtle stormed out.
Angela watched, worried, "Master. He if full of much anger."
"I trust him." the elder rat still looked concerned, "...to make the right decision."