What's going on, guys? We're all in pairs, sparring. Looks like Cobalt has a weapon of his own. I think someone taught him Bone Rush. He's just as good with it like Donatello is with his bō staff. Except Cobalt is somewhat of a beginner.

"So, how'd that training exercise go?" I ask him, blocking an attack from his bone. "It went alright. I'm still not the best right now." He's as quick as lightning, even without using Bone Rush! He's really improved the past several weeks.

And we've been getting better at fighting and talking at the same time. It's a power that I always have possessed.

"You don't have to be the best. You try your best. That's what matters."

"I know. But I just don't feel like I'm ready."

"What do you mean by that?"

"If I'm ready to become a martial artist like you and the turtles."

He has been doubting himself lately, worrying about if being a martial artist is meant to be. Sometimes he just needs a bit of reassuring. Just like me. I've been doubting myself, too.

I mean, what purpose do I have on the team? Leonardo leads, Raphael is the bruiser, Donatello's the smartest, Michelangelo is the little ball of sunshine who keeps the family together.

And what's my purpose? I think it's simple. I don't have a purpose. I am a tiger in a group of turtles. The two animals have nothing in common. With those two reasons alone, sometimes I wonder why I'm even here. I haven't spoken to anyone about this yet. I know I should, but...

"You'll be great. I have faith in you."

"Thank you. Did you really defeat a bunch of mutant Beedrill?"

"They were a bunch of pains in the butts, but yeah, we did. I never really liked Bug types, but I respect them."

"Oh, I know what you mean."

A whistle causes us both to jump. Raphael has Donatello in a strange hold, his wrists in a reverse armlock. "Say hi to Marcel." Raphael makes Donatello wave. "Hi, Marcel." He said in a high pitched voice. I cross my arms. "I don't think you're funny."

Raphael gives me a blank look. "You're no fun." I stick my tongue out at him, unfazed. He just chuckles. "Yame. Raphael, that's enough." Kijani said. Raphael releases Donatello, throws him on his shell, and sits on him. "Thanks for going easy on me."

I roll my eyes. He tries to be funny, but sometimes, he doesn't succeed in doing so. We walk out of the dojo, our sparring session over for today. I catch up to Raphael. "What the heck was that back there?" I ask him.

"What? I was just having fun. I thought Marcel liked the Donatello puppet." He answers. My face drops a bit. "You do know April was watching, too, right?" I ask him. "I'm pretty sure she liked it..." He notices the look on Donatello's face. "Too."

I know that look. Raphael gave me the same look when he confessed his love for me. But we had mutual feeling for each other, to his surprise. As for April and Donatello... I think he might have a chance with her.

"Wait, you still think you have a shot with her?" Raphael asks Donatello. He stutters with his answer. I get that. "That is so adorable! And sad. It's, sadorable. If you want to impress April, better leave me out of it." Raphael walks off, leaving Donatello in a small sulk.

I shake my head. "Oh, don't listen to him, Donatello. I think you have a shot with her." I tell him reassuringly. He smiles. "Thanks." He said. "No problem."

I catch up with Raphael again. "Raphael, can we talk for a second?" I ask him. "If it's about me being possessed, then no." He answers. "It is not about you being possessed."

"Then yes, we can talk."

"Okay. It's about what you said to Donatello." He immediately knows what I'm talking about. "Oh, don't get your whiskers in a knot. He'll be fine." He dismisses. "Say you had a girlfriend, okay, pretend you had a girlfriend. You would probably act the same was. It's not very fair if you tease Donatello the way you did for the same reason." Raphael looks down for a second. "I never really thought of it like that." He admits. "Be lucky I don't expect you to. But think about what I said. Kay?"

"Kay."

I jump when I hear some electronica music. Scared the living hell out of me! I thought I heard a familiar voice, but I can't put my paw on it. "The heck was that?" I ask. "Some random email I got. It just started playing by itself." April answers. "A random email that plays by itself. Interesting."

"Sounds like some sort of telemetric sine wave subcarrier." Donatello said. April and his brothers give him blank looks. "Dumb that down a notch?" Leonardo requests. "He's saying it's some kind of secret message." I explain.

"Who would send me a secret message?" April asks. "Beats me. But, I could be wrong, there is a chance that this secret message came from your father." I tell her my qualitative observation. "You really think so?" She asks me. "I can't say yes or no. I'm just throwing out a educated guess."

I'm sleeping in the middle of the floor, which was not a very good idea. Someone steps on my tail. I wail out in pain, just as someone covers my mouth. "Sorry!" Donatello whisper shouts. "Where are you going?" I ask him.

"I don't really know. But you were right. The secret message was from April's dad." He tells me. "Oh? Need me to come with you?" I ask him. "It might be dangerous." Donatello points out. "True. However, I know the city like the back of my paw. You four are still getting used to it."

Donatello thinks for a moment. "I guess you're right. Two heads are better than one." He said. "Exactly. Now let's go." The two if us leave the lair. "We'll see who's sadorable." Donatello comments. "I had a little chit chat with him earlier about it. I wouldn't worry too much."

Little did I know that someone was watching us from the shadows.

We exit the sewers and made it to the rooftops. Donatello takes out his phone and shows me a map. "You know where this is?" He asks me. "I believe... That is Ziga's Autobody. This way." I take off across the rooftops, Donatello not far behind me.

Alright, we're here. We bumped into Cobalt on the way here and let him come with us. He notices a sad look on Donatello's face. "Pennies for your thoughts?" He asks. Donatello gives Cobalt a confused look. "What's on your mind?" He explains.

"Is this about what Raphael said to you?" I ask him. "Yeah... I mean, I'm just a mutant turtle freak. And she's... Well, normal. It's never work out."

"Oh, don't think like that. I think you have a shot with her. It just needs some time, that's all." I tell him. "You really mean that?" He asks me with a smile. "Wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."

He gives me a sweet look. "C'mere." Donatello walks over to me, and we pull each other in for a hug. "You're awesome, Marcel." He said. "I know." We pull away. "This place doesn't seem like Kraang territory." Cobalt said. "No, it does not." I agree.

Courtesy of Donatello's lock pick, we enter the garage. Upon entering the garage, an interesting looking Pokémon is somewhat curled up in a ball, half asleep. It's a bipedal, feline Pokémon with primarily yellow and black fur. The fur is thinner and black on its lower legs, lower body, upper arms, and face, and is thicker and yellow everywhere else. There is also a zigzagging black stripe on each thigh and two more stripes on each forearm.

There are small tufts of light blue fur on its chest and a longer tuft on its forehead. It also has a single, lightning bolt-shaped blue whisker on each cheek. A long, ponytail-like or tail-like bunch of fur extends from between its shoulders. It has large ears with black insides and blue eyes. Its forepaws have four clawed fingers and light blue pads, while the hind paws have three clawed toes.

"That's a Zeraora, the Thunderclap Pokémon, an Electric type." Donatello said. "It's a mythical Pokémon." I add. "She's beautiful." Cobalt said.

The Zeraora sees us and stretches as she stands up. "A mutant turtle, a tiger, and a Lucario. What an unlikely trio." She said. "You know who we are, don't you?" I ask her. "I do. You're Marcel, you're the smart turtle, Donatello, and you're the sexy looking Lucario over there, Cobalt."

Donatello and I share a glance. A little too much information. "You think I'm sexy?" Cobalt asks her. "In an observer sort of way, yes."

"What's your name?"

"Call me Zeena. So tell me, what brings you three here?"

"A friend of ours is missing her dad, and we think he ended up here. He was kidnapped by the Kraang a while back."

"I think I know who you're talking about. I think I can— Uh oh."

Zeena looks at something behind us. "It is one of the ones called the turtles, the one known as Marcellos, and two of the ones known as Pokémon." A Kraang droid said from behind us. "I swear, those Kraang don't speak English." Zeena said. "Agreed." The three of us said in unison.

The Kraang droid starts shooting his laser gun at us. I dodge the shots with amazing flexibility, and I knock the laser gun out of its hands. I take it and aim it at him. "Hands where I can see them." I order.

"The hands in the air is not the thing that Kraang will be doing." It said. "Then back up." I can't really tell what it's thinking, but, to my surprise, it backs up anyway. "That's it, buddy. Nice and slowly..." The droid is right under the hydraulic car lift. "Donatello, now!"

He presses the release button and the lift lands on the Kraang droid, crushing its lower half. "Looks like you could use a tune-up, huh?" Donatello said. I can't help but laugh at the pun. "That was pretty good." I tell him. "Who's the hero now?" Then came a barrage of laser shots. Three of them hit the metal part of my head, reflecting off of it. That's when I notice four, now three, Kraang droids.

"No response necessary." Donatello grimaces. "One second." I jump up and use Dig into the ground. Just when I was about to turn and go back up, I fell upon going too deep down. I take a look around. It looks like some kind of underground prison. Maybe this is where Kirby is being held prisoner by the Kraang?I heard loud stomping coming this way. I hid. And there was Kazar, sniffing the air like a dog.

Well, I'm alone at the moment, so it looks like I'll have to find him myself. I raise my nose in the air and sniff like a dog using his sense of smell. Yeah, he's here. The Kraang doesn't really have a scent. He's in a control room, somewhere... But where?

I look at a bunch of monitors to see Kirby inside of a cell, curled up in a ball. Found him. It took everything my IQ could give me to get the cell doors open. Now, which door was it? This one, right here. I swear, I keep hearing snarling noises, coming from some kind of cat?

I slowly open the door. "Mr. O'Neil? You in here? It's me, Marcellos."

"Marcel?" He hears me. "You... Look different. You have something on your eyes." He said. "I know. Had a run-in with an Arbok. The poison's getting better, but it's still affecting me." I explain to him. "Oh."

"Yeah... Shall we go?"

After we exit the cell, I bump into Donatello. "Phew! There you are, I was starting to worry!" Donatello said. "You know I'd be fine. Now, let's-"

I completely forgot that I opened all of the cell doors. The snarls and roars were coming from behind us. The first thing I saw was an armored, giant black newt with a fire toned underbelly. And then I saw Kirā. "I thought I'd never be set free. But I think I speak for my good friend Newtralizer here, when I say I should thank you. But it'd be more fun to kill you." He said.

"You named a villain without Michelangelo? He's not gonna be happy about that." I reprimand. "Who cares?"

"I do!" I distract them with a thick smokescreen. Kirby, Donatello, Zeena, Cobalt and I run down another hallway, and then we were stopped by three Kraang droids. I beat all thee of them with one spitfire. That's what I call spitting out fire. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Donatello said.

I pull us into the nearest cell and lock the door. "You know you just locked us in here, right?" Zeena asks. My face changes. "Muh bad." I said before groaning, burying my face in my paws. Donatello tends to the lock. "So, um, what kind of tiger are you, exactly?"

"I might be a Siberian Tiger, but I'm pretty positive that I'm a Bengal Tiger. Or, I might be a mix of the two. A Bengerian Tiger. Might have a bit of Siberian Tiger in me, actually."

"Beats me. I've never seen a tiger breed that looks like you, other than the ones that are extinct." Zeena said. "Siberian Tigers are the biggest cats in the world, aren't they?" Cobalt asks. "Yes they are. I'm probably a Bengal Tiger. The Kraang mutated me with a whole lot of Pokémon DNA that I was unfamiliar with at the time. I was about three or four when I first mutated."

"Oh, you poor thing." Zeena said. "Yeah. I was an escaped tiger cub from the Bronx Zoo along with my brother. The two of us got separated when we mutated and never saw each other again."

I could tell Donatello's heart broke when I said those last two sentences. "And I can't stop thinking about him. He's not dead, that much I know. I just... Don't know where he is."

A hissing noise snaps me out of telling my sob story. "I was wondering why you three would get here!" I can hear Kirā say through the door. "If you'd like to know, this great race of Pokémon you see before you will soon be in grave jeopardy. Something big is coming for you. Your Pokémon friends aren't safe. With my newest army, I'll be running this city in the palm of my hand. Or paw."

The door finally explodes and reveals that Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo have joined the mission. "I had a feeling you guys would join us." I tell them. "Got any idea what the King of Dorkness over here is talking about?" Raphael asks. "I wish I did."

"Let me just narrow it down for y'all. You'll be 'dragon' your feet by the time my new army is done with you." Kirā said. I shake my head with a roll of my eyes and run off. "Hey, Michelangelo, guess what?"

"What?"

"See that giant lizard over there? Kirā named it the Newtralizer." I tell him. He gasps. "Shadow cat named something without me?" He asks. "He sure did. I was all like, 'he's not gonna be happy about this', and he was all like 'who cares?', and I was all like, 'I do!"

We made it into the main control room and locked the door behind us. "That cat's going down!" Michelangelo said. "My thoughts exactly." I confirm. "If I make it out alive, I will never look at lizards the same way again." Cobalt said. "Oh, I know what you mean."

"I remember you felt the same way after you watched Cujo last Halloween." Raphael said with a smirk. "You were traumatized, too! Admit it!" I did see Cujo. And it was downright terrifying. Raphael saw it with me. We didn't let go of each other since the first person got killed. Couldn't look at Saint Bernards the same way again. I still love them nonetheless. They're one of the gentle giants of the dog world.

Let me tell you about the time I made friends with a pit bull. He was about a year and a half old. It'd sleep with me at night on top of me, and if I had to get up for whatever reason, I'd have a hard time getting him off of me. And when I'd come back, I had to deal with the exact opposite problem; getting my spot back so I could sleep. Talk about hogging the bed.

We all have that one person, or animal, in life that tries to steal your spot.

The lift throws us into the garage again. The car flew off too, nearly crushing Kirby and Donatello. He rolls out of the way. Kirā is being a pain in the butt, but that's normal. "I'm not sure what you're planning, but you have no part of it from me. There's no army you can throw at me that I can't handle." I tell him.

"That point can be proven wrong." Kirā said. "That's true. But it hasn't been proven wrong so far. I've never met my match, and no army will cause me to do so. Dream on, Kirā. Dream on."

"We shall see who has the last laugh." Kirā said. "Oh, yes we will." After battling on the third floor of the garage for a good five minutes, I'm on my back, close too falling off the edge. Kirā leaps, ready to tackle me, but I monkey flip him off. He's sent plummeting down, landing on the ground with an audible thud. He's probably still alive. If he survived that explosion when Timothy mutated, he can survive a fall like that.

I notice the Newtralizer about to finish off Leonardo and Raphael. Jumping down from the third level, I land on his head, bouncing off like a trampoline. Then a van crushes him and flips upside down. Michelangelo was in that van! "Don't worry. I wore my seat belt."

I sigh in relief and hug him after Raphael helps him to his feet. He's okay... "Alright, let's go."

The lot of us made it back to the lair. April is ecstatic to see her father again. "You guys saved my dad! Thank you so much." She said. I grin and wag my tail. "It was nothing, really."

"Like shell it wasn't!" Raphael said, putting an arm around me and Donatello. "You really should be thanking these two." Raphael starts making Kung Fu noises and a weird dance of some kind. It was funny, but he's making Donatello look like a fool.

"And he was all like 'Danger? Ha! Nothing'll stop me-" I cut him off by putting a paw over his mouth. "Thank you for that impressive show. I think you've said enough." I tell him, unable to take the grin off of my face.

"Those weren't our exact words, but-" April hugs me and Donatello both, cutting him off. I return her hug with one paw. "Thanks, you two." And she returns to her father. Donatello giggles like a fool and falls backwards. "Well, I tried." Raphael said. "I know you did. You did good." I said to him.

"Dude, I'd say you succeeded." Michelangelo said. Donatello gives us a thumbs up. I return his gesture. I'm glad everything worked out well tonight. But I can't help but think about what Kirā said before. An army to take over New York City? What kind of army? I guess there's no telling what army Kirā has in mind. Only time will tell me what will happen in the future.

A few things to talk about. First, Zeena is voiced by Demi Lovato, and is named after the character of the same name from Sonic Lost World. Second, I really don't want to finish season one. But on the other hand, three, season two is where things really get interesting. You guys wanna know what army Kirā has in mind beforehand? Check out my profile.

I looked up what Cujo was two months ago, and I scared myself. Saw an image that I didn't need or want to see. It is a Stephen King movie, so that's to be expected.

See you guys in "Showdown", I guess...