Disclaimer: Don't own any characters except for Nelly.
Chapter 3: The Fast and the Furious.
Half an hour later since the battered Hummer had returned to the lair's garage, a two-door four-wheel drive had appeared next to it. Pleased with himself, Raphael gathered up the rest of his family to show them the new vehicle they were going to use. Donatello whistled out loud. "Nice car you got us there, Raph," he complimented.
"Wow. This is probably the nicest thing you've done for us," Michelangelo admitted. The baby turtle was still found wriggling about in his hamburger grip.
"Yeah. It is a very nice gesture; giving us a new car. I can't help but wonder what brought about this change of personality," Leonardo said with sarcastic innocence; a tone that only he could pull off. Raphael gave Leo a light glare before smiling at the others.
"Well you know, we can't all fit on my newly polished and refurbished Hog," Raphael replied with a similar tone.
"I think this is the first non-selfish act you have committed," Leonardo said with the same false cheeriness.
"How did you get it?" Venus asked, breaking the superficial argument between the two males. Raphael looked at her blankly.
"I stole it," he said simply, as though it was something she should have already known. Venus crossed her arms over her chest, displeased at what he had committed. Raph sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine! I borrowed it without asking," Raphael said, trying to make his deed sound more appealing. Venus' facial expression remained the same. "Well they should have put on their steering wheel lock if they didn't want it to be taken!" Raph added, only making himself sound worse.
"I can't believe that you stole it! Someone out there is missing their car! They might need it to go to work or to pick up their children from school-"
"Hey Venus? How do you think got the Hummer in the first place?" Raphael replied, arms crossed while he interrupted the female turtle. Angry at the situation and the fact that the others found nothing wrong with what Raphael had done, she threw her arms up in frustration and stormed out of the room.
Leonardo simply smirked. "Nice move, Raph. Nice move," Leo said with a tone that made Raphael's blood boil. He pushed past the blue wearing turtle and followed Venus down the ladder and back into the main living room. Raphael ran past and blocked her path.
"Look. Venus I'm sorry about what I said and did. But you know that we had to get some other vehicle," Raphael said stubbornly. Venus stared into his surprising soft eyes before lowering her gaze in slight forgiveness. A brief silence passed between them. "Listen. I was thinking… would you like to go ou-" Raphael's proposal for a date was stopped mid-sentence when the lair's sirens were sounded. 'Of all the bloody times…' Raphael thought in frustration as the rest of his family headed bounded into the main underground living quarters. Donatello ran straight towards his computer to see what the trouble was. All of the turtles crowded into his room and around his computer, making Don feel claustrophobic. With a few clicks of the mouse, Donatello realised why the sirens had gone off.
"The dragons are on the move! It looks like they're heading to… the docks. They're heading to the docks," Don reported and clarified, whilst slapping Raph's hand when he fingered one of the many gadgets that accompanied the desk.
"To the turtle-mobile!" Leonardo announced, throwing his right fist dramatically into the air. Everyone stared at him. Nervous, Leo lowered his arm. "Well… we can't call it the Hummer… or Battle Shell… or Turtle Van…" Leonardo reasoned unconfidently. Raphael raised his right index finger and thumb to his forehead to make the 'loser' symbol.
"Can I take Nelly?" Mike asked, shoving the baby turtle right in front of Leo's face. Startled, Leonardo shook his head.
"I thought it was Kelly?" Leonardo whispered to Don. The purple-wearing turtle responded with a shrug of his shoulders. Disappointed that he couldn't take Nelly with him, Michelangelo hurriedly searched for a place to put her for the time being. Unable to find anything decent, Mike left her in an open and empty pizza box. Donatello frowned at his decision; an expression which Mike noticed.
"So she can eat the left over pineapple pieces if she gets hungry," Mike innocently explained his choice of enclosure. Donatello slapped Mike on the back of the head, before going up with the rest of the family to the garage.
With not much time to spare, Raphael rode off on his motorcycle, leaving the others behind in his dust. Leonardo eagerly sat behind the wheel of his new vehicle, as Michelangelo jumped in the passenger seat. Leo turned his head and found Venus and Donatello standing around outside. "Well come on! Hop in! We don't have all day!" Leo wailed.
Donatello cleared his throat. "It's a two-door," Donatello said calmly. Leonardo gave him a confused look. Donatello sighed. "Meaning that in order for us to get in, you have to get out first," Don explained calmly. Mike took the hint and clambered to the back seat with great difficulty. Leonardo stepped outside the car and allowed Donatello to pull back the top half of the seat so he could fit into the back… he didn't.
Donatello rocked back and forth, not moving anywhere while doing so. Leonardo looked at him quizzically. "…I'm stuck! I'm stuck!" Donatello fretted. He was strongly wedged between the top of the folded down seat and the material roof of the four-wheel drive. Not having any time to protest, Mike yanked on Don's arms while Leonardo groped and pushed his thighs. His shell shifted a bit, but he was still stuck. Mike used his greasy pizza-sauced fingers and wiped what he could of Don's carapace so there would be less friction, causing Donatello to frown in disgust. With another tug of the arms and groping of the thighs, Donatello landed headfirst into the back seat.
Leonardo jumped in and smiled to himself when he found Venus sitting next to him. He crossed the broken wires near the steering wheel in order to get the car moving. Desperate to catch up to Raphael, Leonardo took off like a flash, with Donatello still upside-down in the back seat.
It took ten minutes to drive to the docks… and another five to get out of the car. With the steering wheel lock safely protecting the two-door vehicle from being stolen by someone else, the four turtles briskly headed over to one of the dock's warehouses. They found Raphael spying through a window outside. "What took you guys? I could have whooped their asses by now!" Raphael commented, wanting an explanation. The four turtles glared at him.
"Nice car you got us Raph," Donatello hissed sarcastically, still rubbing off the grease on his carapace from Mike's fingers. Raphael simply shrugged and began to fill Leo in about the enemies' activities.
"The Rank seem to be grabbing piles of fresh fish out of the crates," Raphael whispered.
"Is Dragon Lord there?" Leonardo questioned with a whisper. Raphael shook his head.
"No. I over heard Wick say something about developing a medicine. I think he said that Dragon Lord is sick," Raphael answered.
"That could explain their inactivity. Dragon Lord might simply have an illness preventing him from doing anything bothersome," Donatello suggested.
"Well lets make sure that he stays sick," Leonardo whispered, staring at the Rank through the murky window. Ready for action, all five turtles made a dramatic entrance by smashing through the glass. All of the ugly dragons stopped what they were doing, and within seconds, prepared to fight.
Leonardo quickly counted fifteen dragons, an unusually low number, but at least it was only three to one turtle. "Fight! Fight! Fight the turtles!" Wick babbled like an idiot in the background. On his command, the dragons advanced. Raphael was the first to knock an enemy down by swiftly kicking one in the head with a roundhouse.
Donatello and Michelangelo were being pursued by at least half of the evil group. After a quick and understanding glance at each other, Donatello lowered his hands to allow Mike to perform a boosted flip over the line of oncoming dragons. When the group of dragons were in-between Don and Mikey, the two turtles didn't hesitate to turn around and give them the old shell slam. A kai mi ball from Venus quickly dispatched the ones who managed to dodge the carapace sandwich.
Leonardo lazily kicked a dragon in the chest with his right leg before smoothly switching legs to kick another from behind. His demeanor was calm and collected, almost as if fighting the enemy was too easy for his level of ninjitsu.
Raphael was surrounded by the remaining three dragons. The enemies pulled out their knives and went for his throat. With not a second to loose, Raphael's head withdrew into the safety of his shell. When he sensed all three knives fly over the newly created empty space, Raphael popped back up again and split kicked two of the dragons while Donatello helped out with the third using his high-tech metal staff. The two kicked dragons were still able to stand up but Raph and Leo knocked them unconscious by banging their heads against the hilt of their weapons.
Leonardo stared around the room. Fish were everywhere, some crates had been broken… and Wick had disappeared. That was when Leo discovered the back room of the warehouse, and the leader of the Rank and his many, many followers standing in the doorway. Wick had obviously escaped the room they were currently in and warned them. The Rank leader had a snarl on his uncovered face. Not being bothered to fight fairly, the lieutenant and his followers raised their arms in preparation to fire their wrist laser guns which, from previous experiences, the turtles knew hurt like hell.
With now five against fifty, Leonardo knew when to back out. He signaled the others to retreat before escaping through the broken window from whence they came. The dragons were right on their tail. Raphael leapt on his Hog and was out of there in no time. Michelangelo jumped behind the wheel while Don dived for the passenger seat of the new vehicle. Venus and Leo just stared at them.
"Ahem. Two-door," Leonardo said bluntly to Donny. Donatello groaned and rolled his eyes, and once again made the journey to the back seat… nearly. By this time the dragons had caught up to them, but maintained their distance, resorting to shooting instead of hand-to-hand combat. Donatello gritted his teeth as Leonardo groped desperately at his butt in order for his thick shell to become unstuck. Michelangelo also had trouble scrambling into the back seat, yet unlike Donny, only needed one push from Venus to get through. With Mike on the other side to help, Donatello finally popped into his rear seat.
The lasers shot through the windshield, causing the turtles to duck their heads as the glass caved in. "Drive. Drive!" Leonardo called out from the front passenger seat. When the blasts stopped for a second, Leo realised that the driver was none other than Venus. Leo rolled his eyes and cradled his head in his hands in despair. With the dragons outside firing their weapons, it would be impossible to switch places. There was no other option.
To help the panicking female out, Leo leaned over and crossed the wires to start the engine. Venus frantically pulled at the steering wheel lock which belonged to the original owner of the vehicle. The other turtles in the car looked at it in horror. They didn't have the keys.
"Just drive!" Leo fretted. Venus slammed her foot down on the accelerator, causing everyone to fall back into their seats. The four-wheel drive speedily headed straight down the street, quickly escaping the dragons and the laser blasts.
Don and Mike slapped a high-five while Leo continued to gaze at the road. Up ahead was a t-intersection. They needed to turn or else. Venus realised she was going too fast for the corner so she slowed down by pulling on the hand brake, whacking Leo, Don and Mike's foreheads on the headrest or dashboard in front of them. At least she developed a decent speed.
Venus turned the corner way too early and, with the aid of the steering wheel lock, scraped the car's right hubcaps along the gutter. Venus tried to move to the center of the lane, but the metallic lock forbid her from doing so. The tires continued to scrape along the edge of the road creating an ear-splitting noise. "I think you're scraping the car!" Donatello yelled, purposely stating the obvious.
"I can't do anything!" Venus cried, trying to budge the locked steering wheel to the left. Locals were woken up and pet dogs began to howl as the four-wheel drive continued it's ear-deafening journey down Manhattan's streets.
Venus didn't know what to do. She had to keep driving to get away from the dragons. Not knowing what else to do, Venus sped up. The car bobbled and veered along the road at an extreme speed; sparks flying when the metal hubcaps made contact to the gutter. The boys held onto anything they could with their life. The ride ended when the vehicle collided into the back of a parked car.
"Sorry," Venus said sheepishly. The boys groaned from their splitting headaches. Tired and not feeling well enough to simply walk, the four turtles quietly remained in the car. A few minutes later the driver and passenger-side airbags were disengaged.
"That's useful," Mike commented tiredly as Leo and Venus struggled against the big airy pillows. After getting the airbags under control, the turtles remained still; they couldn't be bothered as of yet to escape into the sewers and walk the rest of the way home. Reflecting on what had happened, Leo turned to face Don, fighting with the inflated airbag in the process. There was awkwardness in the atmosphere. Donatello noticed the seriousness in Leo's face.
"About what happened before, you know, with the whole… groping thing? I'd just like you to know that it was purely innocent and that I wasn't hitting on you in anyway," Leonardo admitted seriously.
"Oh shut up!"