Hey guys, we're back again, don't know why though, and ready to serve you another dose of pony/turtle action. Hope you like it. We don't the MLP or TMNT.
At nightfall in Pony Land, the moon rose high cascading light over the beautiful expanse as if spilling milk from its halo. The singing birds were quickly replaced by crickets' chirping while stars winked and watched on in silence.
Shredder paced to and fro in a clearing of the nearby forest. Disgusted by his surroundings and deep in thought, he kept his gaze on the ground. A faint snorting distracting his reverie, however. With a suspicious glare, he parted some bushes savagely with the blades protruding from his arms. Bebop and Rocksteady were laughing stupidly while splashing water on each other from a small stream.
"Heh heh, I cud get used to dis place," Rocksteady balled up a huge fist, being a rhino, and smacked the surface of the water toward Bebop.
Bebop covered his face from the splash and nodded with a smirk, "Soon as we take care of da' ponies. –snort, snort-"
"When you two numbskulls decide to do that instead of messing around, let me know!" Shredder stepped through the bushes to the edge of the stream. His fists were balled on his hips with an expression slightly less then pleased.
Bebop was startled by the voice while in mid-swing, sending water careening towards Shredder. He stepped back seeing it coming, but some droplets still splattered on his metal armor.
Shredder gasped, "You-you insolent TWERP, look what you've done! My favorite suite! Ruined!"
Bebop and Rocksteady exchanged guilty glances.
"I'm going to rust now!" Shredder went on dramatizing the accident.
"I'm afraid you're brain already has!" Krang appeared suddenly, "It's dark now, and I want those ponies out NOW." He slammed a tentacle down for emphasis. It thumped and squelched within a tank within a robot.
"Speaking of molted brains," Shredder mumbled under his breath.
"What was that?" Krang narrowed his eyes.
"I said these two are being a pain," Shredder moved his eyes towards Bebop and Rocksteady still dripping in the stream.
"You're ALL a pain in the butt, now GET TO WORK."
All three exchanged glances this time. Did Krang even have a butt? They quickly dismissed the question while shuddering at what the answer might be.
"I need a head massage," Krang grumbled as he turned away. The robot reached down and rubbed the tank window with his finger making a high squeaking sound. "That's better. Little more to the left. Aaahh..." The voiced faded as he disappeared.
Shredder faced the still stunned underlings in the stream, "Well, you heard the brain, let's get moving! We have another world to conquer! Hahahaha!"
Meanwhile, the ponies slept soundly in their paradise palace...except in one particular area.
"Aww, Fizzy, there's nothing to be afraid of," Firefly turned in her blankets to face her friend.
"Yes, monsters don't exist," Magic Star chimed in.
The six ponies bunking temporarily in the nursery looked toward the large hole. They had all offered their beds to the small ponies in exchange until the building was fixed.
"But I swear I saw something!" Fizzy tucked the blankets closer to her chin, eyes widening slightly.
"Go to sleep Fizz. We're all tired and you're the one thing between us and our beauty sleep," Gusty grumbled.
"Morning would come much quicker that way," Morning Glory yawned in agreement, "I love morning."
"But-"Fizzy started.
"It's just your imagination. Try closing your eyes and counting sheep," Melody offered.
"Why sheep?"
"FIZZY!" Everyone chorus at once.
"Okay, sorry," Fizzy forced her eyes shut immediately and tried picturing sheep. Her concentration broke however wondering if the sheep should be white or black. Fluffy or poofy. Should they jump over a fence? Was counting sheep normally this hard? She peeked an eye open. Suddenly, the sheep morphed into a large, oversized pig.
"Eeeeeeeeeee!" She screamed and bolted up in her covers.
It came closer until Fizzy could make out a huge grin overlapped by a nose ring, "Hullo my lil' pony!"
Donatello carefully took two tiny wires between his comparatively huge fingers. Squinting with tongue protruding slightly in concentration, he twisted them together. It was a very delicate process with such fragile materials. Suddenly, at the worse possible moment, a shadow hovered over him. The wires slipped and broke in half.
"Mikey," he gritted his teeth, "You're standing in my light."
His brother's melodic laugh erupted from behind him, "How did you know it was me?"
"It's always you," Donatello sighed and put the ruined wires down on his worktable.
"Oh, never thought of it that way," Mike looked sincerely thoughtful.
Donatello turned in his chair to face him looking annoyed, as he very well was.
"What?" Mike shrugged.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Weeeeelll, I was wondering," he slowed seeing his brother's narrowing expression, "If you could...well, I know you CAN, I'm not doubting your uh...mechanical...uh," he began to falter, "Finesse, that is..."
"Spill it," Don was not at all impressed. He noticed Mike had something behind his back.
"Right, so would you fix, uh, this?" he brought out his rocket-powered skateboard. Don had installed the pack for Mike as a present, but he immediately regretted it. He was eternal grateful to see it broken.
"I'm really busy Mike. We need this teleportal up and running to catch up on Shredder and Krang's latest vacation plans."
"I know, but," Mikey's bottom lip began to quiver.
"Pouting's not going to work this time," Don folded his arms.
Mike immediately straightened, "Then I'm sure Splinter would love to hear about that recent gag of being sick to skip out on practice."
"That's not fair, I had to work on the portal...at all costs! It's imperative that I-"
Mike smirked, a sign that he wasn't going to give in. Don rolled his eyes and snatched the skateboard away.
"Now leave me alone."
"Right-ee-o!" Mike chirruped and frolicked away.
Donatello flopped back in his chair and carefully moved his current project to the side. He unrolled a bag full of tools and chose the ones he'd most likely need. Using a small screwdriver, he separated the pack from the board. Don gave it a scrutinizing look over and laughed when he pinned the problem. The batteries needed to be changed! Don leaned over and opened a drawer full of batteries he'd salvaged. Choosing a pair with the least amount of life, he exchanged them for the dead ones. Those should only last a couple days, and when they died, Don would sadly explain the bad news to his brother. Mike's precious rocket-board was unfixable. No blackmailing techniques could squirm his way out of that one. He reinstalled the pack and found Mike in the main room watching "My Little Ponies." At least it wasn't Barney...or Teletubbies for that matter. He'd be better not saying anything though. Without word, he handed the board over and left to finish his previous work.
"Thanks," Mike managed between munches on a candy bar. Leaving the television on, he fired the board up and zoomed a couple laps around the room. Getting quickly bored with that, he sped away to other parts of the lair.
Whipping passed a meditating Leonardo in the dojo, the candles surrounding him snuffed out. Good thing he was too busy to notice. He then went towards Raphael's room, but the door was shut and locked. Finally, he paused at the doorway to Donatello's nice...roomy...lab. Just in and out, he thought. His brother would never notice. He started the pack up again and rushed circles around the lab dodging glassware, shelves, and piles left and right.
"Waaahoooo!" He spread his arms laughing.
Losing sight of his hands in the rush, he accidentally bumped a low pipe. It crushed inwards and flushed water downward upon a large object that was neatly hidden under a tarp. Something fizzled and cracked.
"Uh oh," Mike halted in the middle of the room.
"What was that sound?" Donatello looked in from the door and squeaked seeing sparks exploding like fireworks from the covered thing, "The teleportal! Get out of there Mike!" He rushed in had grabbed his stunned brother pulling him out into the hallway.
"What did you do?! What were you thinking! How did," he was panicking but changed directions quickly seeing Mike's apologetic face, "Tell me about it later, we've got to shut down the power! That portal is hooked to some major circuits and the entire lair, all of it will overload!" Don was practically running around in circles now. A distant static sound could be heard. Mike and Don looked toward the television. The screen was swirling crazily and sparks began to spit out.
"Too late!" Mike turned pale.
The walls groaned as a wave of electricity began to snake out thru any available outlets.
Raphael looked around in alarm as his radio suddenly blasted and began to sizzle. His lamps blinked on and off while his clock hands were spinning around as if a fan.
"What the?!" he exclaimed backing away to his door.
"Now you've done it!" Don gave Mike a wild look.
"I'm sorryyyyyy!" The last of his word was stretched out into a scream as an enormous energy exploded over the lair. Then a sea of blackness settled afterwards.