A/N: I apologize profusely for the lateness of this chapter. I know I said I had the whole story done, and I really did, but then I decided I didn't like the plot and changed the whole thing. Don't worry, you'll never be able to tell. Anyway, bear with me. This quarter is very busy and I have a lot to do before the school year ends. Good news: There's only a few weeks until school ends, and then I can post more often. Okay? Now for shout-outs.

Misterfooch: Yay, I made you laugh! That of course, was the point for me writing this story.

Lunar-Ninja: Warm, you are very warm. As in burning in the fire hot! You'll find out where I sent him this chapter. Glad you like it.

Pacphys: Ding ding ding! Give the authoress a cookie! You got it, sis. And if you think Mikey's in trouble now…(evil grin).

Sailor Vegeta: You are very close, if not right. And I've never seen Robin Hood Men In Tights, but I have a certain knack for not being able to get on a horse. I just transferred the same thing into Mikey.

The REAL Cheese Monkey: Of course he manages to get himself into trouble. It's Mikey! Wait until you see what he gets himself into this chapter.

Hazlov2004: Glad you enjoy the story!

Chibi Rose Angel: To tell you the truth, I've never seen the third movie. Just the first and second. Bad TMNT fan! Bad! Mikey couldn't get on the horse, because I can't get on horses. If that makes any sense. Every time I get on horses they try to kill me. Long story.

Okay, shout outs are done. Enjoy the story now!

I instinctively closed my eyes and cringed as the lady screamed her head off. When she had been screaming for a good ten minutes, I opened my eyes and straightened up. "Could you stop that, please?" I asked her very politely. I guess polite giant turtles aren't too common, because the lady promptly shut her mouth and gave me one of the strangest looks I have ever seen.

"DEMON!" she yelled at the top of her voice.

"I'm not a demon." I assured her. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. Looking up, I discovered it was James. His friend hung back, trying to look suspicious and tough. Actually, now that I think about it, he sort of looked constipated.

"Come, demon." He said, "We must make haste." So much for not being a demon. And make haste? What was that? I really hoped it was food.

We made our way into a huge castle looking thing. Well actually, it was a castle. So sue me, it didn't look like the one in Cinderella.

Once inside, we climbed lots and lots and lots of stairs. I lost track of how many sets of stairs we climbed, but it must have been a lot, because I was out of breath by the time we got to the top, and I am in pretty good physical condition, if I do say so myself.

Finally we got to the top, and there was this wooden door. That was it. A door. We climbed all those steps for a stupid door!

When James opened the door, though, I nearly fell over from shock. I had been expecting a prison or something. Instead, I found myself in a very large circular room. There were fireplaces all over, and the room was warm and well lit.

Three ladies sat by a window, sewing something and chatting quietly. Across from them, sat a young man with bright red hair, no older than maybe twenty, wearing all black.

"Your Majesty." James said quietly.

"Yes?" The man asked. Well actually, James had called him 'Your Majesty,' so I guessed that he would be the king. Or some sort of royal figurehead. James motioned to me. The guy's eyes widened, and I saw his mouth open. "De-"

"I'M NOT A DEMON!" I yelled before he could finish his thought.

The room went silent, and I felt all eyes on me. Even the dogs that had been yapping at the king's feet shut up. "Well, I'm not." I said, somewhat annoyed.

"Then what are you?" The king replied.

Isn't it obvious? "I'm a turtle." He stared at me. "Uh…a really big turtle?"

"We found him in the moor." James elaborated. "I and George thought that you might know what to do with him."

Ah ha! Buggy-eyed constipated guy's name was George! Thank goodness, I was getting tired of thinking up new names for him.

The king looked thoughtful for a minute or two, then motioned to me. I walked over to him plopped down onto the floor, cross-legged in front of him. He looked a little amazed that I would just plop onto the floor like that, but hey, I was tired.

He motioned idly with his hand towards James and his friend. "You may go…" he nodded towards me. "He will stay here." James bowed his head and left.

"So, demon-"

"Turtle." I automatically corrected him. The ladies sitting in the window looked shocked, and immediately began chattering like chickens to each other. Honestly, they kind of looked like chickens too.

"Turtle." The king corrected himself, not missing a beat. "How is it you came to be with us?"

"Ya know, I'm not really sure how I got here…" I said. "I was in a museum with my brothers, and-"

"There are more of your kind?" The king interrupted, intrigued.

"Yeah, three more, but they're not here." I told him. I could've sworn I saw his face fall a bit. "Anyway, I just touched this case, and something pushed me, and here I am."

The king looked fascinated. "Interesting…" he looked at me curiously. "What are you called?"

Didn't we just go over this? "A turtle." I told him. Man, he was slow.

The king smiled. "No, what is your name?"

Oh. Okay, now I'm the slow one. "Michelangelo."

The king nodded. "A good name. I am called Henry. I rule here." No duh. I guess the big palace wasn't a clue. He cocked his head at me. "You mentioned brothers?"

"Yeah, I have three brothers…"

Henry nodded again and looked kinda sad for a moment. "I too had a brother, but he is no longer with us…"

I sat there, trying to think of something to say. For once, absolutely nothing came to mind. However, before I could even worry about not saying anything, the king was off again talking about something else.

"I am supposed to marry my brother's widowed wife, Catherine. She is very beautiful."

I blinked. Henry didn't look old enough to marry. "How old are you?" I asked, curious now.

He looked surprised. "Seventeen, of course. How old are you?"

"Six…sixteen…." I said, still in shock. This guy was the same age as Leo! "You don't seem old enough to marry."

Now it was his turn to look surprised. "Old enough? I have been of age for four years. Of course I am old enough."

"How old is this girl you're supposed to marry? Catherine?"

"Twenty-two, I believe."

This was too much for me. The only thing going through my head was EWWWW!

"So, Michelangelo." Henry said, taking my thoughts off marriage for the time being, "Are you hungry?"

Finally, I question I knew the answer to! "Yeah." I said excitedly. Food! Food! Food! Repeated itself over and over in my head like a mantra.

"What do you eat?"

"Uh…well, I usually eat pizza."

The king looked bemused. "Pizza? I am afraid I am unfamiliar with this word."

I stared at him in horror. No…pizza? "Um…this might sound a bit odd…" I managed to say, "But what year is it?"

Henry looked at me like I had just turned into a human. "It is 1512, of course. Why do you ask?"

"Uh…I just…never mind." Crap. Pizza hadn't been invented yet!

Sighing, I looked at Henry. "So what kinda grub ya got?"

He looked mildly confused. "I was not aware you ate bugs…"

I laughed. "No, not that kind of grub! I mean what kind of food do you have?"

He smiled. "Oh, well, shall we go down to the dining hall and take a look?"

I followed him without complaint.

When Henry threw open the doors to the dining hall, my eyes immediately widened. He walked in, and the hall immediately became silent. I followed, gaping at everything like a tourist on their first New York trip. The people in the hall were probably staring at me the same way.

Henry waved a hand, and the hall became animated again. I heard that stupid word demon again a few times, but I was too entranced to care.

He led me to a table that was situated higher than the rest of them. Sitting down in the center, he motioned for me to sit next to him. Shrugging, I obliged. The hall suddenly became silent again as I took my place. I could feel five hundred pairs of eyes on me. I began to wish that I had just stayed in the warm room with the chicken ladies.

The king gave them all a very Raph-like glare, and they went back to eating, although I could see quite a few of them still looking at me out of the corner of their eyes. I didn't blame them. It's not every day you see a giant turtle walk into a castle, even in the 1500's.

Deciding to ignore them for now, I looked down at my plate, which had been loaded with chicken while I was looking away. Picking a piece of it up, I began to eat. I really was hungry.

"Now, Michelangelo," The king started.

I quickly interrupted him. "Mikey."

Henry blinked. "What?"

"Uh…sorry. Call me Mikey, it's easier to say."

"Very well….Mikey." Henry said. "There is the issue of getting you home…"

He had my full attention now. "You're going to send me home?"

"Well, not me." Henry said, "Coen. Our mage. He can try, at least. Surely you do not want to stay here for the rest of your life?"

With no pizza? Shell no! "No, my family's probably worried about me by now." I told him. Henry nodded.

"Very well then. Tomorrow we will see Coen and have him send you home, if that is even possible. Until then, you are welcome to stay with me."

"Thanks." I managed to mumble, my mouth full of chicken.

Henry stood up. "I am going to retire to my rooms now. The ones you were in before; do you remember how to get there?" I nodded. "Good. Farewell for now, Michelangelo."

I hoped I could get home soon. This guy was nice, but way too formal for my taste!

Soon, most of the hall had emptied out, except for me and a few other diners who had decided to ignore me. I pushed my chair back and stood up. It was odd these people hadn't reacted more to me. I mean, in New York people get freaked out by me, and that is one weird place. I frowned. Maybe there was something going on here I didn't know about.

Shrugging to get rid of a knot in my shoulders, I left the dining hall, and found myself in a regular stone hall. It was huge, with doors to rooms on each side. I heard voices coming from behind one of the doors, and then the door start to open. My ninja skills took over instantly, and I quickly hid myself in a shadow.

The door opened, and three men walked out. Two were dressed as the men in the dining hall had been, but the man in the middle was dressed somewhat oddly. He had on the normal shirt and pants, but what was odd was the bright red robe wrapped around him. It flowed behind him and trained on the floor, like a cape.

The man on the left was saying something to him. "Coen, do you know for sure this plan will work?"

Coen? That was the guy who was supposed to send me home! I was about to step out of the shadows and tell him so, when he opened his mouth. "For the last time, Thomas, yes, I am sure the plan will work."

I cocked my head in confusion. Plan? What sort of plan? Maybe the king had talked to him already and they were trying to get me home. Coen continued, "With Henry out of the way, we can put you on the throne."

After talking for a minute in silenced tones, Thomas looked relieved. "I bid you goodnight, then." Coen and the other man watched him go.

"He is naïve." Coen sneered. "With him on the throne, he will listen to everything I say." The man with him laughed, and they went off as well.

Backing out of the shadows, I realized I had to tell Henry. If someone were going to kill me, I'd sure want to know! Turning around to run back to the warm room, I realized something.

I had no idea where I was.

A/N: Okay, I have taken a few artistic liberties here. The Tudor family tree is somewhat confusing, but there was a Thomas in there somewhere! Anyway, I reserve the right to mangle history as much as I want. Because it's more fun that way.