Disclaimer: Insert standard disclaimer here…

Note: Another letter home, not from little Arnold this time, from someone else entirely. I dunno why I do these, but they are kind of fun and they do give you a slight glimpse into the past.

Dear Robin,

Grr. I can't believe mom and dad forced me to come to this nature camp. It's horrible. There's nothing to do but outside stuff, I would so rather be at home getting a makeover or something. I mean this is totally not cool. It's almost as bad as when they sent me to that journalist camp or whatever it was. I mean me as a reporter, what kind of strange parallel cartoon world would something like that happen.

Anyways, I figured I'd give you a quick run down of the kind of stuff we're forced to do here. Last week we spent like the whole week out at the lake, and there were all these nasty, slimy reptiles everywhere. I've got no problem with furry and cute animals, but things like lizards and turtles, I mean eww. That's so totally disgusting, you'll never see me anywhere near things like that in the future.

Then, that's not all that same day at the lake, this guy thought it would be hilarious to throw a mouse down my shirt. Rodents are sooo disgusting, almost as bad as reptiles. How anyone thinks these kind of things are neat is beyond me.

Sorry, got off track. Where was I? Oh yeah, well he threw this mouse down my shirt and I tried to get rid of it by shaking it out of my shirt, and that caused me to lose balance, so I fell on my face in front of everyone, and even worse it was right into the mud. Everyone got a good laugh out of it, everyone but me that is. I was so embarrassed.

And if you're wondering about the boys here, OMG, there are so many hot guys here. I swear you'd be in heaven. I've gotten like ten phone numbers and this one guy asked if I had a sister, so I might get you a number or two…if your lucky. Like this one guy, he's like 14 (I know practically a teenager and so fine), he's into karate and stuff, not that I know anything about it, but I can pretend to be interested, at least for a bit.

Okay, sorry little sis, but this is kinda short, I gotta get to the auditorium soon. There's the man named like Dr. Stockman or something, that's giving a lecture and God forbid we get out of a lecture…

Love ya much

April O'Neil

p.s. Good luck at cheerleader camp, I hope you're having a better time than me.

Okay this was written by a 12 year old girl, hence immaturish quality of a lot of what she was saying. Also for those who may not know April O'Neil was not originally a reporter in the comics that was strictly in the old cartoon, she was Baxter Stockman's assistant, and that's the version I personally prefer to use.

Fin