Disclaimer: I don't own the Turtles. Okay, this is a rewrite of my original story. It is the same storyline, just written better…I hope. There will be some changes, but it will mostly be the same. You will be able to tell the rewritten chapters from the originals because it will say "Rewritten" at the top of each chapter, or in the disclaimer.Please enjoy.

Donatello sat in his room surrounded by thousands of wires and metal pieces. While usually he was working on a new experiment or just messing around, this time he was busy working on fixing a toaster. Michelangelo had asked him to fix it for him. Where the toaster had come from and how it had gotten into such a state, Donny wasn't sure, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know either.

"Mikey, this is so crazy. You don't even like toast," he thought as he gently began to work the metal pieces apart to check out the extent of the damage.

Not too long after he got the toaster taken apart, Mikey, the youngest of the four turtles, rushed in looking hopeful and excited, followed by disappointment as he glanced at the broken toaster.

"Dude, you haven't fixed it yet?" Donny looked up from his work, annoyed with Mikey's attitude.

"Mikey, I don't know if I will even be able to fix it," he said before turning back to the toaster. "Why do you need it fixed so badly?"

Mikey smiled one of his youthful smiles. "Duh, so Raph and I can use toast for target practice."

Donny put the toaster back down on his workbench and looked at his brother with annoyance and surprise in his eyes. "What?"

"Yeah, make sure to make it extra powerful so the toast will go even higher. Last time, I hit it with my nun chucks and then Raph got pissed and threw his sai at it. That's how it got into this condition in the first place."

Donny took a deep breath before slowly placing the two sides of the toaster back together and then tossing the toaster at Mikey. "Fixed?" Mikey asked with an optimistic tone.

Donny turned back to the workbench and picked up a computer magazine. He leaned back in his chair, placing his feet on the workbench and sighed in relaxation. "Nope," he said. "Not gonna fix something you're going to break again in twenty minutes. Fix it yourself if you need it that badly."

Mikey stared at his brother in mock shock before he huffed out of the room with the busted toaster in hand, grumbling something about older brothers and the like. Donny shook his head and continued to read his magazine.

"Sometimes I wonder why I continue to put up with him," he said to himself as he flipped the page in the magazine to continue reading his article.

While Donny and Mikey were arguing over the state of the toaster, Shredder had gathered his Foot Soldiers together for a little "chat."

Another solider hit the ground at Shredder's fury. He gently stood without any help from his friends and turned to his master. "But sir, it wasn't my fault. Those turtles…" Again the soldier hit the ground, this time not rising up.

"I am surprised that the hundreds of you cannot defeat a small group of turtles!" Shredder yelled at the remaining men standing. "I am disappointed in all of you. Your weakness and idiocy stops now!"

The soldiers glanced at each other in shock and fear. Just what exactly was their master planning for them?

"I have decided to bring in my own students to defeat the turtles," Shredder said with something like pride in his voice. "Meet them and know them for they lead you now. They will help me guide us all into a new era, where the turtles are dead and the city is ours."

The soldiers cheered until Shredder's students stepped up upon the stage. The Foot just stared in complete shock at what they were seeing before slowly bowing before their new masters.

"Excellent," Shredder said as he watched his Foot Soldiers accept his new commanders.