Angel: Over a week between two episodes that I finally found these last two from a Tumblr account...sorry that I took so long to upload these two. Like I said before, it can be very difficult to track these down online after they air. I spent like 10 days looking for 'em, but I finally did. I don't know when we're getting new episodes—at the rate they're going, we probably won't see new ones until June.
April is standing outside the Stock N' Shop with a table full of cookies. "Buy a cookie, and help me save trees! Without trees, there'd be no air. Without air, there'd be no us. THINK OF THE TREES, PEOPLE!" However, none of her tactics are working. She hears the crowd cheering and sees a bunch of Girl Scouts selling brownies.
"Try Grandma CJ's brownies and you'll see just how good a brownie can be~ Way better than a cookie," She gives April an evil grin when she says that.
April sees the girls selling the brownies with ease and sighs wearily. She hasn't made a sale the whole time...
She lands on top of Splinter's armchair once she arrives. April holds up her phone to her eyes. "And the list of my failures continues to grow...that crashed harder than my aviary club.
April threw a pigeon out her window, but an eagle quickly stopped that...
"Miniature's club," She stepped on a model of City Hall.
"Magician's assistant club." She was alone, cut up in a box on stage. The lights went out and she blinked.
The girl sighs as she sags down the chair. "And that was just Tuesday!"
"Sounds like you could use a little help~" Splinter sings above her and she looks up at him. "From an experienced salesman."
"Um, isn't Amy also experienced-"
"Sit and watch," He interrupts sharply, throwing the remote. It hits play and an old man is shown on the screen. He's throwing bird seed onto the ground, but the bird flies away.
"Do you think you are a failure? Are you afraid you will never achieve your goals?" The old man looks up, looking towards the ground again. Lou Jitsu, Splinter's former human identity, suddenly appears. "Well, hot soup that attitude in the face!" He kicks at the screen. "Hello, I am action star Lou Jitsu. You know me from hit films and hit informercials such as Greeting Card Neckties, Dream Catcher Gloves, and Santiago's Sweets!"
April turns to Splinter in surprise. "Oh, one of the generations from Pink's family owned the bakery at the time. They offered me a free cake in exchange for the commercial!"
She rolls her eyes in amusement. Of course he had accepted it...
"I am here to talk to you about my patented five-step Lou Jistu J! I! S! T! U! Strategy." He kicks at the screen as each initial appears.
April rubs her chin as she watches. "Follow my plan, and you can karate chop any obstacle between you and your goals! Into splinters," Splinter is mouthing along, winking at the last word. The video is then paused.
"What?! This is the best part!" He gestures to the screen.
"You're in," April points to him, squinting. "But...we need something to disguise this-"
He leaves and comes back in within seconds, wearing a Hawaiian shirt, sunglasses, pants, flippers, and he's holding a radio.
"Whole situation," She deadpans at him.
The two are at the park with their cookie table.
"Hi guys!"
Amy arrives at the table. This time instead of her normal outfit that she wears at the bakery, she's wearing a white sweetheart neckline dress with a pleated skirt. The dress has chocolate chip cookies all over it, and her shoes are brown ankle boots with three black buttons on the side. Her hair is in a bun, her bangs hanging out.
"Shakira~" April sings at the sight of her friend.
"Hey Beyonce," Amy rolls her eyes in amusement. The two would call each other that sometimes since Amy has Spanish ancestry and April is African-American.
"Nice dress! Perfect for selling cookies!" April eyes her outfit.
"Thanks. Mikey gave it to me for my birthday, but I never had the time to wear it," She spins around slightly, her skirt twirling.
"What are you doing here?!" Splinter exclaims at her. "Don't you have a bakery to run?"
"The guys are helping Ann and Lily out today. And trust me when I say that Papi did not want me to leave," She sighs, hands on her hips.
"I asked her to come to be a consultant," April gestures to her, cringing at the small glare the rat is giving her. "It doesn't hurt to have two experts! And not only does she sell cookies on a daily basis, Shakira has...experience."
"More like Lucia was in the Girl Scouts before her...passing," Amy clears her throat awkwardly, glancing away for a second. "I helped her sell brownies for a week right after school."
"Fine! Alright April, just remember this: when making a sale, you are not selling the cookie," Splinter eats one. "You are selling...an idea! Go on. Fly, my little Lou!"
"...Okay, you can do this, O'Neil!" She takes a deep breath. "People of New York, are you enjoying the sunny, spring day? The outdoors? The breathing of air? Buy this cookie, OR THERE WON'T ANY MORE AIR! OR COOKIES! OR US! BECAUSE TREES!"
People literally run away out of fright. April sighs sadly, sagging her shoulders. The Girl Scouts nearby just laugh and Amy gives them a glare.
"You know, sometimes it's okay to say this: sometimes little kids can be jerks," She huffs at them. They honestly felt like typical high school girls, and she wouldn't be surprised if that blonde girl became like Taylor Martin.
"So what did I do wrong?" April frowns at her friend.
"Well...for one, you were being much too aggressive. Even I'm not like that with my customers. Well, most of them. I only use aggression when it's appropriate," Amy crosses her arms. She's definitely had her fair share of rude customers.
"Eh, don't sweat it, April," Splinter nudges her slightly. "Sit back and watch how it's done." He sniffs a cookie, humming. "Remember this smell?" People turn away from the brownie stand. "Piping hot chocolate chip cookies. Like Mom used to make," He eats one whole, eyes shining. "Oh, it brings me back to simpler times. Times when I had someone to kiss my boo-boos, to read me stories, to tuck me in at night."
The crowd gushes as Amy sniffles a bit, a hand to her heart as she tries not to cry. That reminds her of her own mother...she used to do that with Lucia and herself when they were little. That is, until the routine of Alina staying with her brother and Carol all the time since her parents were so busy with the bakery.
Splinter puts his sunglasses back on. "Now who wants to buy some love?!"
The crowd eagerly hold up their bills. Amy claps for Splinter. "I'm honestly proud; I might have to ask for some advertising tips, Splinter!"
"Hey, it's Amy from Smith's Sweets!" A guy points to her and she waves.
April tries to sell cookies on her own, only to scare off the crowd. She turns to the rat, who is break-dancing on the table. He holds up the plate of cookies as Amy is now dressed as a cookie, gesturing to him. He slides one up to a customer before patting a child on the head.
Everyone runs away from the Girl Scouts' table. The blonde tries to grab a man back, falling off the table. Amy chuckles at this, feeling victorious. Splinter throws cookies to the crowd, and everyone in the park has flooded around their table.
"I don't currently take Mandarin, Spanish, Swedish, and Flemish to be outsold by these losers!" The blonde grits her teeth, squishing a brownie to pieces. The tallest Girl Scout gets a phone call and she answers it. She cringes when the woman is done talking, covering it up.
"Uh, Julia? Grandma CJ wants to see you."
Julia flinches at this.
At a rundown building, the Girl Scouts are inside either moving around boxes or preparing more tables and signs for sales.
"Boss, I know sales are down, but you gotta believe me. It's not my fault," Julia is kneeling in front of the boss, who has her back turned to look out the window. "There's this...new super-cool, airy, teen in..." She shudders a bit. "Skinny jeans slinging cookies like rocks! And he's got Amy from Smith's Sweets on his side! She sells cookies like nobody's business even though they taste like sawdust!"
"Cookies?!" The boss slams down her hands on the desk. "The presence of desserts are beating my brownies?! And by that girl? This will not stand!"
"Excellent," Julia salutes, holding a bat with spikes. "I shall crush our chocolate chip enemies between my fists!" She gives a sharp-toothed smile, her eyes red.
"No!" Grandma CJ is actually Foot Recruit as she gets onto her feet, hands behind her back. "Bring them to me. These fashion-forward punks are either going to work for me, or they're never going to work at all!" Outside, the Girl Scouts are chopping off mannequin heads with their hands...
Splinter is counting money at the table, Amy out of the giant cookie costume.
"80, 90, 95, 110, 120, 135! What'd I tell you?! We nailed it!" He doesn't seem to notice April's sad expression, but Amy does.
"April, you okay?" She places a hand on her friend's shoulder.
"You nailed it, guys. No one took a pamphlet except that one guy who used it to wipe the cookie on his face..." She starts to leave. Splinter and Amy glance at each other.
"Okay, that's it," Splinter puts the money in his pocket. "What has gotten into you?" He jumps off the table as Amy bends down in front of her.
"Without you guys, I wouldn't have raised a single dollar to plant new trees! I'm such a failure..."
"Come on, that's not true," Amy tries to assure her. "You should've seen me when I first started out working at my bakery on my own. I stood outside my store wearing a hot cupcake outfit for 5 hours before I even made a sale. And do you know how I finally got one?"
"By being yourself?" April looks up at her.
"No! Well, maybe some of it," Amy waves it off. "The point is, I got out there, and I applied myself. And using my experience watching my parents make sales was helpful too."
April chuckles weakly. "Yeah, but at least you aren't a failure either."
"April, you are not a failure," Splinter tells her gently, placing a hand on her arm. "You are-" His ear twitches, causing him to turn around. Smoke bombs are thrown at them, causing Splinter to cough. He looks up ahead to see the Girl Scouts with dangerous weapons, and tape, surrounding them. "Girls, could you give us a minute? I was ramping up a life-changing speech."
"Uhh, I don't think they'll give us even a second," Amy glances around nervously.
"The only thing you're ramping up to is a meeting with Kate and Fitzgerald," Julia holds up her fists. "I read at a 10th grade level." With a sadistic smile, she punches all of them and the three are tied up. They're put in the truck with brownies stuffed in their mouths. The girls start up the van, but then the driver whistles. Since they aren't old enough to drive, a couple of girls are tied to the vehicle on bikes. They drive away, moving the van forward.
The next thing the girls know, the lights turn on, and they're tied to chairs. Two spotlights are on them. "W-Where are we? What are we doing here?"
"Grandma CJ wants to see you," Julia explains to the two teenage girls. "Apparently, she wants to 'recruit' you."
"Why would she want me...when she's got you guys?" April couldn't help but ask. "You're amazing!"
Amy just laughs at the girls.
"Let's see. Either work at my own bakery and make my own money, or work for Grandma CJ while only getting a cut of the profits? Yeah, I think that's an easy decision right there, little girl."
"Yes, yes we are amazing," Julia flips her hair and Amy narrows her eyes. April is holding a cookie behind her back, which she squishes to make a walnut. Amy wiggles around her right wrist, a small knife falling into her hand. It's at this moment that she's thankful for having a boyfriend like Leo. He may be a flirt...and cute, but he knows exactly how she operates.
"You should really let us go," April glances at them. "If you do, this will go a lot easier."
"She's right. You don't wanna see me pissed off," Amy glares at Julia.
The two girls just laugh at them. Julia lands in front of them. "And how are you gonna break out of here?"
Now it's their turn to laugh. "Breaking out of places is easy. I'm friends with Amelia Smith of Smith's Sweets. I'll just go through that duct while she deals with you."
"And trust me, you don't want that for yourselves. I don't go easy on stuck-up little girls like you," She grins knowingly at Julia. She had no idea why little kids seem to be evil lately besides her niece...thankfully, Elena isn't with the Girl Scouts. And after this experience, Amy's never letting her join.
"Whoa, you can crawl in that duck?" The taller girl scout points up to the duct over their heads. Julia facepalms at her.
"It's duct, not duck," Julia corrects her partner.
"Duck, that's what I said," Neither of them notice the girls starting to cut free with their tools.
"No, you didn't."
"Uh huh," The taller girl argues back.
"Nuh uh."
"Yuh uh!"
"Nuh uh."
Meanwhile, Foot Recruit is standing in front of Splinter tied up in her office. She throws a brownie up into the air, catching it. "I don't know what you're talking about-" He gets a brownie thrown to his face. He licks off the crumb from his face. "Brownie. Uh, maybe you should hit me again?"
She grips his collar, gritting her teeth. "Do not lie to me, Lou Jitsu!" She screams, pressing their noses together. "I know you're here...to stop my world take-over!"
"World take-over?" He asks in confusion. He had no clue how selling brownies would lead to that. Amy's been working at Smith's Sweets for 5 years now, and she's only taken the world by storm in the baking business. Not that she wants to take over the planet to begin with...
"YES!" She screams with a big smile on his face.
"With Grandma CJ?" He asks in confusion. She lets go of him and he falls onto the ground.
"Brownies are the key. If you sell enough, you get to meet everyone. Fortune-high CEOs, mayors, world leaders! Once everyone knows our brand, we'll be able to get any office in the world! Even the Oval one!" She grins widely at the daydream.
"Sounds complicated," Splinter couldn't help but comment. "How long is this going to take?"
She glances at him and she flips through a book. "Based on the projections and factoring inflation and natural disasters to the cocoa region, it should only take..." Her eyes widen at the amount of time before her. "10 years?!" She drops the notebook in shock. Her knees fall onto the floor as tears fall down her face.
Splinter, nevertheless, feels weirded out as he didn't think he'd ever see a villain cry. "Uhh..." He looks away awkwardly.
A phone with a picture of a duck is held up. "Duct, duck," Julia says to her friend, pointing between the phone and the ceiling. "Duck-"
"Excuse me," April interrupts them and they turn around in shock. Amy and April are standing side-by-side, having freed themselves.
"Whoa," The taller Girl Scout stares at the duo in awe. "Did you just, like, untie yourself with a walnut? Amazing!" Her eyes shine in awe.
"Correction, April here untied herself with a walnut. I, however, had a different method," Amy grins, a hand on her hip. She throws her knife into her hand, catching it. "If you Girl Scouts were really ruthless, you should've confiscated my weapon. You know, like a real girl at a 10th grade reading level would do."
Julia seethes at her, clenching her fists.
"Eh, it was basic," April throws the walnut and it hits Julia. Then it hits a box, knocking off the screws to the duct. It knocks Julia into the pile of boxes.
Amy chuckles at April in awe. "Nice shot, Beyonce."
"Why thank you, Shakira," April winks at her. "That was amazing."
"Ohh, because of your races. I get it!" The Girl Scout squeals a little. "So clever!"
"Girls, ATTACK!" Julia declares, other Girl Scouts appearing out of nowhere. Both of them cringe at the army in front of them.
Meanwhile, Foot Recruit is blowing snot out of her nose. A bunch of snot-filled tissues are on the ground in front of her.
"You know, those Foot Clan guys, they never really treated me right." Splinter manages to jump out of the chair and land next to Foot Recruit on the couch. "But we were doing cool stuff, you know? Like trying to raise the Shredder." He holds out a clean tissue with his tail. She takes it and blows her nose again. He jumps and lands on his bottom. "You do that and you're top dog. The world is your oyster." She tears up. "To crush..."
"Mhm," He nods slowly. "We have all been there."
"Now I'm looking at brownie projections and watching the next 10 years just...fade by! I'm a failure!'
"Duh duh duh duh," Splinter starts off softly. "Just because you failed doesn't make you a failure! You're focusing only on the negative, not the positive!" She looks away with a small frown.
"What do you mean?" She turns back to him. She may have had him and his friends kidnapped, but he seems to have a point.
"Let me tell you about two girls that I know." A Girl Scout tries to hit April with a mop, but she catches it into her hands. "They seem so different, and yet they get along so well. They have each other's backs through anything. One of them also thinks she is a failure, while the other has been through a similar time such as this." Amy kicks away the Girl Scout, allowing April to catch the mop. She spins it around and knocks away a girl. "One is incredibly tenacious, and capable. The other...sometimes aggressive, but hard-working and ambitious. Her mother is dangerously mentally ill, which is why she is so driven." Amy spins around and stomps her foot, sending electric shocks to the Girl Scouts. More of them arrive and one of them jumps on April's head. "Not everything they do works out." April lands on the ground, looking up to see them jump up above them.
"Come on!" The two girls complain at this.
"But that never stops them from trying...even if a mother cannot remember her child exists." The two girls get back up again, knocking all the Girl Scouts off them. 4 hit the walls and the two are standing on top of them in a heap.
"Who's next?!" April exclaims, pumping her fists.
"Come get some," Amy threatens, her hands sparking. A spiked bat is nearby, opening up to reveal a mace.
"I hate to beat up an old lady..."
"I'm 16!" April corrects her.
"And I'm 15, you little brat," Amy narrows her eyes in annoyance. "At least people like my pastries better than your stale brownies."
"Ooh," April teases a little, glancing at her friend. "That was a good one, Shakira."
"Ha ha!" Julia looks at them with crazed-filled eyes, approaching them.
"They could fail again," Splinter continues to speak. Julia kicks them both in the face. "And again." The two land in a pile of boxes. "And again." April lifts her head up, snapping out of it. Amy groans as she lifts her head up.
"You're gonna regret that," She threatens to Julia. April gasps and covers them both with trays. Julia swings down, hitting the trays.
"And again. But despite their many failures, they never give in. They always find a way forward."
Foot Recruit blinks at him, intrigued.
Julia laughs like a mad woman as she presses her club to the trays. April slides, sending her into the air. Amy jumps and her hands land on April's shoulders, her body lifted above April's head. She kicks Julia as well, sending the little girl onto the floor. She scrambles up to the two, only for Amy to grab April's hands. She spins her friend around so that April's feet kick Julia away.
"You remind me a lot of them." April and Amy go for the cart nearby. They take brownies into their hands. "You're passionate." The two backflip over Julia. "You both strive for greatness." While still in the air, they throw the brownies. They land in Julia's mouth and she eats them. But this distracts her long enough for the girls to fly towards her.
"Don't forget milk!" April hits Julia in the face with a milk carton. The two teenagers step back from their handiwork, having braided the girls around the table. Julia has a black eye and an annoyed look on her face. The two best friends are standing on the table.
"Wow! Did you just...French braid all of us together?" The taller Girl Scout fangirls at the two, irritating Julia. "Amazing!"
"That was great teamwork, Shakira," April turns to Amy. "You know, I could learn a lot from you about sales."
"Aw, don't sweat it," Amy waves it off. "I'm just glad I had a friend to help us get away from these little terrorists. Brownie?" She holds one up to April.
"Yeah, but...not to eat," April smirks in amusement. They jump off the table, landing in front of Julia. They stuff the brownies into Julia's mouth and Amy takes out a marker from her apron. She draws a monkey face over Julia's face and April laughs. "My turn!"
She takes the marker and writes something over Julia's forehead.
Smith's Sweets knock-offs!
"Ha!" Amy taunts, pinching Julia's cheeks. "Serves you right, you snooty spoiled brat. How's it feel being second place?"
"Huh?" April looks up at the duct. Then both of them realize something.
"Splinter!" They exclaim at the same time.
"And maybe brownies are not your key to world take-over. But if anyone was going to take over the world with brownies, I doubt they'd do a better job than what you have," Splinter tells Foot Recruit, who blows into another tissue.
"Thank you so much," Her eyes shine at the recognition she didn't get from the Foot Clan. "You're such a great listener."
"Uhh," He scratches his cheek with his tail. "I feel like I did most of the talking."
"I feel like things are going to be different for me...from this day forward-"
"You're going to start being a good person?" Splinter asks hopefully.
"Nobody will stand in my way to world DOMINATION!" She screeches, standing on the couch.
"Wrong lesson, wrong lesson!" Splinter shouts at her, noises heard from the air vents. They look up to see Amy and April falling through. They grit their teeth at Foot Recruit, who gives them the same expression. They jump at opposite sides, Foot Recruit holding Splinter hostage.
"You've taken over my entire Brownie Clan...impressive," She smiles evilly.
"Let him go," April threatens her.
"Or else I will barbecue you," Amy glares, opening up her hands to activate her electricity.
"Make me!" She holds out her hand to Splinter, threatening to chop off his head.
"Everyone calm down!" Splinter chuckles nervously. "I'm sure we can all find a way to get along."
"Enough! Talk's cheap," Foot Recruit states to them.
"We couldn't agree more," April replies, Splinter squeezing in between the three.
"See how much you three have in common?" He glances between them.
"No we don't!" The three say at the same time. Foot Recruit pushes down, squeezing his eyes and fingers. "She's my enemy/They're my enemies!"
"Need I say more?" He pushes them away, grinning. Amy just groans while Foot Recruit pulls him closer.
"Give us back our money...and the rat!" April demands her.
"How about I let him go, but I keep the money?" Foot Recruit suggests, earning a growl from Amy.
"After what our friends do to make me spend it! No way, we earned it!"
"Hmm...Well," April seems to consider it, rubbing her chin.
Splinter stammers at her, eyes wide. "Really?!"
She groans, crossing her arms and looking away. "Fine."
"April!" Amy turns to her in shock. "We earned that money fair and square!"
"If we don't, she's gonna hurt him. Do you really wanna hurt your future father-in-law?" April whispers to her friend, Amy blushing deeply.
"...Okay, I know Leo loves me and all, but no matter what he tells you, we're not getting married anytime soon," She whispers after a few seconds. She sighs in defeat, grumbling. "Okay..."
Foot Recruit pushes Splinter onto the ground. He looks up at her and she throws a smoke bomb, disappearing. The two girls cough and Amy takes her knife out of her pocket. She bends down to Splinter and cuts him free.
"You'll make a good daughter-in-law yet, Amelia," Splinter says with a big smile.
"Just...don't tell Leo any of that," She sighs slowly. If he knew, he'll never let her live it down.
"Well...she's gone, and so is our tree money," April sits on the couch with a sigh. "Looks like another typical April O'Neil failure..."
Splinter sits next to her as Amy leans on the right side of the couch. "April, you are not-"
"Although, we did rescue you," April interrupts the rat.
"Yes, we-"
"And Shakira and I did take out a troop of little girls together," April gives Amy a fist bump.
"See? This is-"
"And I got myself free with a walnut!" She chuckles at the thought. "A walnut!"
"Aw, look at you. A JITSU course graduate!"
"Yeah, but...I still can't even sell a single cookie," April says slowly, Splinter putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Oh, I know you will. It is like I say in my video tape..."
"There is no one path to success other than the one you make! If a pompadour punch isn't working, approach your problem with a flaming gorilla armbar!" Lou Jitsu is doing just that to a wrestler.
"Yes!" Foot Recruit is writing all of this down. "Teach me how to armbar my way to WORLD DOMINATION!" She's in her tiny room when her window is opened from the outside. The shadowy force that took Meat Sweats slithers into the room. It approaches her from and it's only when it roars that she acknowledges it. Since she has ninja training, she whips around and throws her notebook. But the shadow opens up, the book flying right past. Then she's gone too...
"Just so you know, April," Amy speaks up as they're walking back to her bakery. "I don't think you're a failure. I mean, you did save Warren Stone, even if the guy is a jerk. You helped us defeat the Shredder. And you managed to help me while I was making soup for the guys during the…rat flu," Amy shudders at the reminder.
"Aww, thanks girl!" April pulls her into a big hug. Amy chuckles softly and hugs her back. "At least I've got a best friend like you."
Splinter smiles at the two.
"Too bad we lost the money, though," April pouts and Amy pats her back. They've just arrived at the bakery.
"Ah, I'm sure I can scrape enough money together to give towards the trees—"
Amy opens the door to see her bakery a mess. The turtles turn to her, wide-eyed. They let Lily and Ann go home early so that they'd clean up. Leo was scrubbing the counter, Mikey was mopping, Raph was cleaning the batter-stained walls, and Donnie was stuffing money from the safe into his shell. From experience, she knows what happened. Leo had tried to bake himself, using his memory and recalling the recipe wrong. He used too much baking soda, and then with the mixer, batter went everywhere. Raph tried washing a fruit, probably strawberries, but while scolding Leo, forgot to turn off the faucet, flooding the floor. Mikey probably got flour everywhere on the counter while measuring ingredients, since he always makes a mess. And finally, Donnie cracked her safe despite the amount of times she's changed that darn code, and wanted to use her money for something science related.
"…Really?" April deadpans at them.
"Amy! Uhh, you just missed the guys who messed up the bakery! They ran out the alley, and we wanted to stop them, but we wanted to clean up first!" Donnie lies through his teeth. Amy simply gives a blank look, taking off her right boot. She hands April her bag, walking up to Donnie. She quietly takes off her jewelry, giving Mikey her earrings. Splinter and April cringe as they know what's coming.
"Donnie, how many times have I told you to get away from the CASH!" A loud smack is heard at that last word, the others wincing as they saw her hit Donnie.
"Ow!"
"Is it wrong that I love her even more?" Leo whispers to Mikey.
"I'm just scared," Mikey whispers to him. After Amy is done, she stands over Donnie, the turtle in pain.
"Clean this up," Amy gives the three turtles a look that says 'Don't play me for a fool.'
"What? But Donnie's the one who-"
Amy points her pistol at them, cocking it. The four scramble into the back room to get cleaning supplies. She smirks and walks up the stairs. "Sometimes it's okay to be aggressive. Come on, guys, I'll bake you a cake."
"Cake?!" Splinter runs up the stairs.
"Thanks, Amy!" April smiles as she follows.
