Hey guys! ahhhh, reviews. They are as the meatballs of joy in the spaghetti of my heart. Thank you, Tripleguess, Reinbeauchaser, Ramica, and Mickis! You've added the non-vegetarian option to my heart. Moo. Really, I am a-twitter! I'm also hopped up on cold-and-flu meds. So my apologies if I've offended by equating your kind words with meat. It seemed apt at the time.

Yes! Mickis, Mary Sue WILL arrive in New York long enough to do something besides die. Promise. As a matter of fact…

Attempt Number 005:

Mary Sue, Carrie Sue, Sherry Sue, and Terry Sue stepped off the commuter rail and emerged from the subway onto the streets of New York City! The four clones had escaped a top secret lab using only their wits and looks and their ability to make solid constructs from their imaginations like the Green Lantern does with his ring. Each had a favorite color that coincided with not only their mental power color but also their hair. Mary Sue had red hair and red powers. She was always mad, in a rebellious, cool, always right way. Carrie Sue had blue hair and blue powers. She was always nagging and never right about anything b/c if she'd been right, then Mary Sue would have been wrong. Sherry Sue had purple hair and powers. She was really smart, but not smarter than Mary Sue. Terry Sue had orange hair and orange mental powers. She was lots of fun, but everyone liked being with Mary Sue better.

"Let's go THIS WAY!" Carrie Sue exclaimed, pointing to the left in her excitement.

"It would be more logical to check a map first," commented Sherry Sue.

"There's a MCDONALDS over there," squealed Terry Sue. "I'm HUNGRY!"

"You are all stupid. I am going this way, and you had better join me, because the narration says I'm always right." Mary Sue turned on her black, high-heeled combat boots and stalked off in the opposite direction from Carrie Sue.

The other three exchanged glances and nodded once.

Mary Sue was dragged kicking and screaming into a side alleyway where the other three beat her to death with pipes for always treating them like trash.

The other three went on to dye their hair, change their names and after a brief tour of the talk show circuit, each retired to a different state to live happily on the barrels of money that the government paid them to keep them quiet about the top secret lab.

Mary Sue's corpse fed a family of 7 rats for a whole month.

Attempt Number 005: FAILURE

Lesson Number 005: Just because they're your clones, doesn't mean they like you.

Meanwhile, back in the lair…

"So you really think this is a good idea, Donnie?" Mike flipped through his sketch books, looking up for confirmation.

"Are you crazy? This is the best idea EVER." Donatello's fingers flew over the keyboard. "This is exactly what we should have done long. long ago, Mike." He shook his head. "You can't tell me you're not excited with this team up."

Donatello's enthusiasm spread easily, and Michaelangelo smiled back at his brother. "Oh, I'm psyched alright! I jus' didn't realize—I dunno…" Mike shrugged with a goofy grin on his face. "After all the stuff I've busted, I figured the last thing you'd want was me in yer lab."

Donatello rolled his eyes. "Mike. You swore not to touch anything. And I can hardly do this without you. Now… what do you think?" Donatello punched two more keys and spun his desk chair out of the way so Mike could see the computer monitor.

A computer-generated version of the sketches in Mike's lap raced over an obstacle course as deadly as it was beautiful. The timer at the bottom of the screen ticked off the seconds and counted hit-points while the space pirate protagonist grappled with her planet-bound enemies. The sounds rang out as the space pirate's vapor blade clashed against the enemy's rock mace, while the special effects put the finishing touches on the battle.

"DUDE! That's AWESOME!" Mikey bounced in his seat. "They look just like my design sketches, but in 3-D!"

"And this is just the demo mode." Donatello proudly nodded towards the computer. "If you can write up a good back story, and give me more character designs, and some level lay-outs, we've got the makings of quite a video game RPG here!" Donatello buffed his nails on his chest plates. "Between my programming skills and your artist ones—not to mention all your experience with console gaming—we're going to have a VERY marketable game, Mike. If April's willing, we can even go through her to sell this to a game manufacturer. And you know what that means…."

"We kin get one'a those 12-person Jacuzzis!"

Donatello blinked. "Well, I was going to say that we wouldn't have to worry about cash flow. But the Jacuzzi works."