The Royal Gardens

Turtle: Why'd you have to blow that place up? With the right renovations we could have added it onto the dungeons.

Doctress: But we don't have any dungeons.

Turtle: Good point.

Doctress: *smirks*

Turtle: Don't rub it in, or I'll take away your nitroglycerin.

Doctress: *rolls eyes*

Monkey: *interrupts before Turtle and Doctress start arguing* Where's Paprika?

Turtle: Probably somewhere in the palace. The only question is where.

Turtle-Bot:: Do I get to hum the spy music this time?

Doctress: *sighs exasperatedly* Fine.

Turtle-Bot:: YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tigris: *Be quiet. I'm starting to get a headache.*

Turtle-Bot:: Okay, okay. *starts humming spy music quietly*

Tigris: *rolls eyes*

Turtle: Come on, 'yall. We've got to find Paprika..

Everyone except Turtle: Okay.

Turtle: As Paprika would say, cometh. *walks toward palace*

Everyone else: *follows Turtle*