Pink liquid bubbles in a beaker, Nora in her lab while wearing a mask. She slowly holds over a beaker of green liquid over the concoction, a drip slowly moving down to it. "Mom!" Jenny suddenly rushes in. "Guess what?!" She fiddles around with her gloves and just barely manages to catch the beaker. She whips around to her robot daughter in a panic.

"What is it, XJ9? Flood, earthquake, alien invasion?"

"Better than all those combined! Our school is having a Sadie Hawkins Dance!" She takes the poster out of her body in excitement."

"And this means what, exactly?" Nora removes the poster from her nose.

"It means the girls ask the boys," She clamps her hands together happily. "I get to ask a boy on a date!"

"What?!" This shocks Nora so much that she throws the beaker into the other one, causing an explosion.

"Oopsie," Jenny says sheepishly, using her pigtails to form a washer. She sucks Nora into it, dries her mother, and then pops her back out perfectly clean.

"I'm sorry, XJ9, but you can't possibly go," Nora answers, disappointing her daughter. They walk over to a warning alarm that's going off. "The Random Threat Indicator has been flashing all day."

"Well, who, what, where's the emergency?" Jenny asks in annoyance since she wasn't even told about it to begin with.

"Let me repeat; Random Threat Indicator. Until trouble actually strikes, we have no way of knowing what form it will take. I cannot allow you to be distracted by some silly teenage mating ritual," Jenny rolls her eyes to the back of her head. "Remember..."

"When the red light's a-flashing, you can't go a-dashing," They state in unison, as Jenny has heard this numerous times by now."

She then looks away as she's planning something. "Note to self: destroy Random Threat Indicator. And also somehow get one in Amy's room."

"What was that?" Nora asks and Jenny flinches.

"Nothing, nothing," She then gets on her knees to beg. "Come on, Mom, everyone's going to be there. Please? Please, please, please, please, please?" She claws a bit at her mother's dress.

"Well, I suppose you could be on call," Nora rubs her chin in thought, Jenny shrieking happily. "But no boys!"

"But Mom...!" Jenny whines up at her. "How can I go without asking a boy? That's the whole point!" She actually starts squeezing her mother a little.

"Tough toenails. A boy will just complicate things if there's a crisis," Nora uses a crowbar to remove herself from Jenny's hold.

"But Mom!"

"No, XJ9. If you're so inclined, you can take Amelia as a friend since 'everyone's going to be there.' The discussion is closed. No boys," She walks off and Jenny prepares herself to destroy the Random Threat Indicator, laughing evilly to herself. "And leave the Random Threat Indicator alone."

Jenny sulks down the hall while at school, coming across Sheldon. He's wearing a big fat sign that says available while pointing at himself. "Hey there, Jenny. No doubt you've heard about the Sadie Hawkins dance? You know, girls ask the boys."

Amy comes up from across the hall and groans a bit in realization once she sees her friends. "Of course..." She rolls her eyes to the back of her head as she approaches. She should've known this was gonna happen the day the dance was announced...

"Don't bother, Sheldon. Mom already told me no boys," Jenny says in disappointment. Confetti falls from the sign and Sheldon takes it off, tossing it behind him. Amy ducks her head as he ends hitting a random student with it.

"No boys, huh? Hey, why not ask the Silver Shell?" Sheldon asks casually, shrugging. Amy looks shocked at his suggestion.

"Why him?" Jenny raises an eyebrow, not understanding.

"Well technically, he's not a boy; he's a crime-fighting robot," Sheldon nudges her and her eyes widen.

"Yeah...Mom didn't say no crime-fighting robots!"

"Would she really be up for that?" Amy asks curiously as she rubs her chin.

"And I hear he's going to be at Mezmers this afternoon."

"Thanks, Sheldon," Jenny smiles gratefully while holding his shoulders. "You're a real pal!" She skips off happily and Amy is about to compliment him when he starts speaking.

"A pal for now, but soon you shall see that I can be more, much more," He clasps his hands, hearts in his eyes as he holds his cheeks. "Oh, rapture."

"No soliloquies in the hallway," The Hall Monitor tells him and then leaves. Amy then crosses her arms.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Uhhh...planning to help Jenny see that she doesn't need a crime-fighting robot to date? And maybe tell her who I am?" He asks nervously, hands behind his back.

"I'd tell you that's sleazy, but at least you'll finally tell her," She remarks while shrugging.

"I kinda need your help, though," He scratches his chin in thought. "I need this to be perfect! I need some tips on how to impress her since you're her best friend and all."

"No thanks, I'm not going. Me and dances don't mix, remember? And...and I don't like dressing up," She rubs her arm awkwardly. "Just makes things weird."

"But I need you!" He pleads and she sighs at him in disbelief. Sure, the whispering and looks have died down at this point, but she still has her doubts. After all, she still gets looked at weird by few people, and her being at the dance wouldn't make it better.

"I can't, Sheldon," She shakes her head. "I need a date, remember? No one's gonna go with me." She turns around and walks down the hall.

He looks around in desperation and sees every single boy in the hall being asked by a girl. He had no idea who to find this close to the dance. And he could really use her advice.

"Uh, uh, I'll go with you!"

Amy freezes in place and people stare at them as she flinches since everyone heard that besides Jenny. She storms over to him and pushes him down the hall and into the janitor's closet. She whips around to him in disbelief. "Sheldon, if that's a joke, it's not funny."

"I'm not joking! We can go as friends," He tells her, gesturing to himself.

"You can't be serious! Look, I'm fine with you telling her you're the Silver Shell. It's good to not drag it on for too long. But you can't be in the same place at the same time. Plus Jenny's gonna think that you've regained your crush on me if she sees us."

He winces at that possibility. That would just be really awkward for the both of them. To him, Amy's just a very good friend... "Well...yeah...but I swear I'll tell her after the dance! And I know that you wanna go."

"Sort of," She crosses her arms, glancing away. "And my parents are home for the weekend to babysit Piri...but I'm not sure if I wanna lie to my best friend about not knowing that you're in the suit."

"Oh, please, Amy! I need you to do this for me!" He gets on his knees, clasping his hands.

She sighs in defeat, closing her eyes. "The things I do for my friends...fine, I'll go with it, but only if you tell her after the dance is over."

"Oh, I will! I promise!"

She has some doubts about that happening, though.

As soon as the school bell rings, Jenny rushes straight over to Mezmers, leaving behind a bunch of papers. She makes it to the hangout within seconds, smiling happily. She looks down at herself and realizes that she took her desk with her. She takes it off and tosses it, already excited. "Okay, stay cool. Can't seem too anxious." She then clears her throat, placing her hands on her hips. "So...dance...wanna?"

The Silver Shell appears in his flying form and then shifts into his normal body, landing next to her. "Hey there, XJ9," He greets her.

"Oh," She glances up at him nonchalantly. "Hi." She then gives him an excited smile. "So there's this dance at school where the girls ask the boys instead of boys asking girls and I was thinking, since I'm a girl and you're a boy, except that you're a robot, but anyways, I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna go cause it's going to be super fun and cool-" She starts talking so fast that she starts to overheat and she snaps out of it. She looks away with her head up high. "So...dance...wanna?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Sheldon stands up in excitement, bumping his head. He drags the speaker over to him and drags his meter down to cool.

"Sure," He replies so coolly that he lets out some ice breath.

"Cool. See ya."

They both walk off in opposite directions and she glances back to make sure she's far away from him as possible. She shakes and then flies up in excitement. "I got a daaaaaate!" She screams as some astronauts look at her in surprise.

"Aww," The female turns around to the male in a scolding way. "You never take me anywhere anymore."

"Once she's fallen for my triple threat of charm, charisma, and karaoke, I can reveal the Sheldon behind the shell, and we can live happily ever after!" Sheldon exclaims happily, actually making Silver shell skip. He comes to a stop in front of the Hall Monitor.

"This is a no prancing zone," He warns, but goes ignored as Silver Shell continues doing so.

"All right, big guy," Sheldon looks at his reflection from the armor. "Tonight's the night. You gotta give me a 110 percent," He states while he and Amy put on the metallic bow tie on the armor. "Don't let me down! I'll meet you at the dance, Amy."

She gives him a listening device for him to wear so that he can talk to her without having to use the Silver Shell to do it. "Sure, I'll be a little late, though. Emily insisted on super-ironing my dress for the occasion," She rolls her eyes. As soon as her sisters heard she was going to an official school dance for the first time since her transition, they went all out. They had her try on a bunch of dresses, make-up styles, and shoes. And while she didn't hate it, she also wishes that she didn't tell them she was going in the first place. She waves as Sheldon hops into the armor and it closes. Amy walks off as Silver Shell admires himself.

"Why, Jennifer, your servos are particularly shiny tonight," He practices being smooth in front of the mirror. "May I have this dance?"

"Why yes, Shell," Jenny is doing the exact same thing in her room. "I would love to dance." Her robotic hair is now in a pigtail with a bow and is wearing a dress. She holds up a CD. "And this Dance Like a Pro program will give me all the latest moves." She tosses it into her computer. "Gotta download it quickly if I don't wanna be late." She plugs herself in and starts practicing some moves. Soon she starts to spin her body parts out of control, crashing through the bathroom. Nora has her eyes closed, so she hasn't seen anything.

"I really must do something about that draft," She comments as some wind comes in.

People are in line to go inside for the dance. Silver Shell and Jenny land in the parking lot. They walk side by side as Jenny holds his arm happily. "I've got a date, I've got a date."

"I've got a date, I've got a date," Sheldon repeats happily and then notices girls wearing corsages. "Uh oh, I forgot the corsage. Where's-"

"Hey Jen."

They turn around to see Amy approach, both Jenny and Sheldon floored by her appearance. Her hair is wavy with curls at the ends as she wears a green strapped dress that goes all the way down to her legs. She has a small slit at the bottom, and her dress is covered in sparkles. Silver heels with straps are on her feet with ½ heels. She's holding a clutch purse and finally, she has on some subtle make-up.

"Whoa..." Jenny and Sheldon murmur in awe of her in unison.

"Amy! You look so pretty!" The robot girl holds her hands happily. "But I thought you weren't coming."

"Well, turns out I have a date," She rubs the back of her neck awkwardly.

"Really?! Hopefully I get to meet him!"

"Yeah..." Amy coughs nervously at the statement. "Probably not," She whispers to herself while coughing.

"Did you say something?"

"Nothing! Nothing at all," Amy waves her hands. Silver Shell nudges her as Jenny looks up ahead. Amy glances at the girls wearing corsages and flinches in realization. She glances to the side and sees the junk yard. She whistles while hiding her hands behind her back, zipping over there. She rips off part of a tire, zipping back to her friends. She tosses the part into his open hand and he uses his arm to absorb it. His arm shakes and out pops a makeshift corsage. He smiles gratefully at Amy and hands it to Jenny.

"Here you go, Jennifer. It's freshly picked."

"It's beautiful," She smiles and Sheldon takes a random flower from the garden nearby to give to Amy.

"Hopefully the school doesn't record this area," She looks away awkwardly as she takes it. She then looks up as Silver Shell is glancing down at her. "Sheldon, why are you staring?" She asks quietly into the earpiece.

"Oh! It's just that...you never looked like that before when I used to like you," He chuckles nervously and she blushes, coughing as she looks away.

"Oh...thanks."

Silver Shell escorts them both inside. "Wow...our first dance!" Jenny clasps Amy's hands with a smile.

"Mine too," Silver Shell confesses to her.

"Really? I would have thought a big, strong robot like you would have been to a million of these things."

Amy bites her lip at Jenny's comment; if she had a drink right now, she would've done a spit take. There have been dances before Jenny started going to school, and she never went to them, but Sheldon asked her every single year...

"I, er, uh, meant—I'm not exactly what you would, uh—it's just every guy in town would, uh...uh, you're kind of pretty."

Amy facepalms at him and is about to speak up when Jenny interrupts. "Oh, Shell, you say the sweetest things." The brunette just looks away with a blank look. She raises a brow as people are whispering and looking at her. That was normal for her though, so thankfully it couldn't get much worse than being here tonight. She then hides behind the Silver Shell.

Sheldon sighs in relief, taking out a checklist that Amy gave him. "Okay, open door, check. Compliment her, check. Don't act like a raging creepy dork, check—hey!" He protests with a pout, pressing the button on the listening device as Amy snickers. "Not funny."

"Come on, Sheldon, it kinda is," She giggles a bit.

"Hey, where'd you get these listening devices, anyway? They seem really high quality," Sheldon points out and she freezes, biting her lip. She'd rather not say because it's a complicated story...

"Um, internet?"

He raises a brow but decides not to question it as he has hearts in his eyes. "Soon I'll be able to reveal my true identity to her. Just as long as nothing goes wrong." Just then, an alarm blares and he looks at his own Random Threat Indicator. "The Random Threat Indicator!" He says to Amy, who looks confused.

"The what?"

"It tells me of any threats in town, and there's one right near here!" He informs her and swoons. "Jenny has one..."

She rolls her eyes to the back of her head. "No wonder why Jenny was trying to ask me to break into her house to destroy something..."

Sheldon uses goggles to look outside and a noise is heard. Some people look up and run out of the way as Letta and Lester arrive. They jump out of their bike. "Oh no! Not them, not here, not now! They'll ruin everything!"

"Who will?" Amy asks and he shushes her, to her annoyance.

"Uh, hey, I'm parched," Silver Shell pushes Jenny away and the brunette stumbles, falling on her back. "Why don't you go get us some punch?"

"But the punch is that way," Jenny points in the other direction, smiling. "Besides, we're robots. We don't drink punch."

"Then go to the auto shop and get us some motor oil, unleaded gasoline, propane, anything," He says in a panic, pushing her out the door. Amy stands up and is about to tell him off when Letta slams open the door. She turns to them in alarm.

"Letta?!"

"What's up, party people?" She asks as people run away screaming. Amy narrows her eyes, running along with the crowd to head for the bathroom unnoticed.

"I thought it was the guy's job to get the drinks," Jenny murmurs to herself in the hallway. "Of course! It's a Sadie Hawkins dance. Everything's topsy-turvy," She walks off with a smile. Letta jumps to the DJ station, taking the microphone.

"We heard there was a party here tonight, and we traveled 75 million miles cause we wanna dance!" Letta shouts into the microphone. Sludge pushes the crowd in half to reveal herself, dancing with no one else. Olga eats some cake, taking the whole refreshment table and downing the entire thing, including the table. She lets out such a loud belch that she sends people flying. Lester is the DJ, scratching the records with his feet. Tammy takes someone by the collar.

"Come on, sweet thing," She takes him and throws him above her head. "Let's do this!" She smacks him against the ground and then hugs him while hopping around.

"...Maybe we should just be friends," The poor boy tries to tell her.

"If Jenny sees these party crashers, she'll go all superhero-y, and our perfect night will be night," Sheldon panics to Amy on the listening device.

"I'm on it," She clenches a fist and Silver Shell grabs her arm to stop her before she can leave.

"No!" Sheldon protests to the girl, alarming her. "If Jenny sees you as Ms. Mecha, she'll get superhero-y too because she wouldn't leave you to face them alone! I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to fight them as yourself."

Her eyes widen and she slowly stops struggling, placing her finger on her earpiece. "Yeah, um...ARE YOU INSANE?!" He winces from her loud voice as she shouts so loud that his hair gets messy. He shakes it back to normal.

"I know it's a lot to ask, but please, just this once!" He pleads with her.

"Sheldon, I can't fight them like this! I'm outmatched without my armor," She gestures to herself.

"Well, of course I'm not gonna let you deal with them alone."

She rolls her eyes to the back of her head. "How sweet. That's still not enough reason for me to not put on the suit." Silver Shell grasps her waist while kneeling and she tries to push him away. "You know that to everyone else, I'm not your date, what are you doing?" She asks and then he starts to crush her slightly because of his weight.

"Amy, please, as a friend, I'm asking you to do me this favor!" Sheldon pleads with her. "I know that I ask you to do crazy stuff, but that's because you're such a good friend that I always go to you! Please! I'll give you my desserts for a whole week!"

She pinches her nose, looking around as thankfully Jenny hasn't come back and no one's really paying attention. She couldn't believe what she was about to do... "Fine, I won't change into Ms. Mecha. No desserts necessary," She wheezes out. "But seriously, let go of me right now before I end up passing out. Or before Jenny kills us."

He lets go of her and she wheezes once she lands on the ground. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He smiles happily at her. "Did I ever tell you that you're the best?"

"Sheldon," She grunts at him in annoyance; she just wants to get this over with.

"Right, right. We gotta get rid of them without Jenny knowing," Sheldon grips his levers.

Letta snaps her fingers to the music, Silver Shell and Amy approaching. "Look, I don't wanna get in your grill—because I hate confrontation—but we can't let you stay."

"This is our dance, not yours. Beat it," Amy jerks a thumb behind her.

"Bring it on, you big wind-up toy," Letta retorts back to Silver Shell. "And your date ain't that good-lookin' either."

"Ew! He is not my date!" Amy gags at her.

"Uhh, I hear there's a nice bar mitzvah down the street," Silver Shell tries to change the subject. She then punches him and he crashes into Amy. She slides to a table while he comes to a stop in front of Jenny, who's holding the cans of oil. "Oh, hi."

"I found some motor oil," She smiles happily at him. The boy Tammy was dancing with crashes into the door. He stands up immediately, blocking the way while holding the can.

"Uh, a toast! Here's to a perfect evening," The two clink their cans, Silver Shell glancing back in worry. Jenny's eyes are thankfully closed as she sips hers while he dumps his oil since he can't drink it. Jenny then walks past him with a small smile.

"Well, shall we rejoin the dance? I wanna meet Amy's date."

"Uh, let's just stay in the hall," He pulls her away from the door. "I don't feel like sharing you." Sheldon presses his finger to his earpiece.

"Amy, please tell me you've got it under control."

She sits up as Olga looks over her. "As in by telling you everything's fine or by telling you that I'm in trouble?" She laughs nervously and then Sheldon hears her scream, along with some crashes inside the gym.

"Ugh, I'll be right back. I'm going to request a special song," He zips off and she swoons.

"Oh, our song. Well, if we're staying out here, I think I'll make it more romantic!" She summons a welder's mask and torch.

Tammy rides her bike, dragging along some poor teenagers. "Come on, kids! Conga line! Yee-haw!"

Two kids shake in front of the punch bowl, Sludge popping out of it to scare them away. Letta and Olga toss around a girl's date and she attempts to catch him. Amy whistles, revealing herself and Silver Shell. He winces down at her as she has a punch mark on her face. "All right, this is your final warning. Leave now or-"

"Hey, tin woodsman," Sludge looms over him with the punch bowl. "Have some punch!" She dumps it over him and Amy, who groans at her dress being ruined.

"Punch," Lester giggles at this.

Amy growls and reaches for her purse. "Alright, that's-"

"No!" Sheldon stops her again. "You promised!"

She sighs at the reminder. "Now that you've had your punch, maybe you'd like some snacks," Letta states as once Silver Shell removes the bowl, Olga holds up the table like a baseball bat.

"Or should we say smacks?"

"Smacks!" Lester laughs his butt off.

Jenny sighs as she's sitting alone in the hallway with candles and a picnic table. Suddenly Silver Shell crashes through the doors, sliding over to her. Amy lands in front of him, Jenny not noticing her. "Why do you keep sliding in here on your back?" Jenny wonders as she sits up.

"Why, this is the latest dance craze," Silver Shell lies to her. "You should join me. It's a blast!" He wiggles on the ground like a worm and Amy looks annoyed at him beating around the bush again, smacking him hard on the knee. "Ow!"

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" He continues dancing, Jenny joining in. Sludge and Tammy barge in, dragging them both away from her.

"This is fun!"

Amy grits her teeth, kicking Sludge hard and Silver Shell uses a rocket thruster to knock Tammy away. Both of them land in the speakers, reverberating as they're now stuck. Silver Shell dashes inside, Jenny looking up as he disappears. "I've heard of playing hard to get, but hard to hang onto?" She asks in disbelief.

Silver Shell and Amy glare at Olga across the room. They all charge in like bulls, Silver Shell crashing into her. The two smirk as she crashes into the others, Lester landing in Amy's arms. She grins and tosses him up into a basketball basket, putting him through the hoop and landing in some gym socks. "Looks like it's time to take out the trash!" Silver Shell holds up a giant dustpan and broom, putting the group there. He then holds them over the dirty gym socks, placing them inside. "Consider these fish...fried!" He kicks them away, Amy wincing and looking away. Someone taps him from behind and he grips the person, only to see that it's Jenny. "Oh, hi."

"Look," She points up at him angrily. "I don't know if you're pathologically shy or what, but...hey," She notices that no one else is there but the trio. "Where is everyone?"

"Uhh..." Amy stammers to answer because they must've all gone home in terror from the space bikers.

"And how come I haven't seen your date at all? Were you just making him up?" Jenny raises a brow.

"No! He just...um...went to get me punch?"

"Don't the girls do that?" Jenny places her hands on her hips, Amy smiling nervously.

Sheldon whimpers in fear, grabbing a record. He places it inside. Silver Shell places an arm around her. "I thought if we were alone, it might be more..." He tosses a record onto the player. "Romantic." He then glances down at Amy as she stands there. He then clears his throat. "I said more romantic."

"...Oh! Yeah, sorry," She realizes that she's ruining the mood, running off to the corner. Silver Shell spins her around as a disco ball shines over the two. Amy sways a bit to the music, smiling happily for the two. Sheldon may be beating around the bush with his identity, but the moment is still nice to see.

"This is going better than I ever could have dreamed," Sheldon gushes to Amy. "Now is the perfect moment to reveal myself!"

"Finally," Amy sighs in relief.

Sheldon pulls the microphone to his mouth. "Jennifer, my dear. I have something to tell you. Under this armor, I'm really..." He looks up and sees that the space bikers are back, and they look ANGRY. "I'm really quite light on my feet!" He fires a rocket to skip the record into a new beat. "Let's cut a rug!"

He spins Jenny around rapidly, punching one of them. He grabs Jenny's arm, spinning her around as he punches another one. Amy rubs a temple as he's only making it worse. He kicks Olga and tosses Jenny into the air as he punches Letta away, kicking Lester. He holds out his arms...and sees that he's thrown Jenny into the disco ball.

"Oh no," Amy murmurs in dismay.

"Oopsie..."

She lands on the ground and breaks herself out using her pigtails. "Are you out of your mind?!" She shouts at him. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"I just wanted tonight to be perfect."

"Perfect?! I spent the whole night in the hall, and we finally get in here to dance, and you shove my head through a disco ball!"

"Ha ha, look, gals, a lover's quarrel," Letta jokes, the group of bikers all laughing.

"Oh great, now I'm gonna be a laughingstock at school and throughout the entire galaxy. Amy!" Jenny turns to her and she nods reluctantly, hiding behind the bleachers to transform. She flies over to them as Jenny stomps over. The laughter slowly stops as they see that they're surrounded by the angry heroes. "Leave. Now."

"...Yeah, well, this party's getting lame, anyways. I guess we'll-"

"NOW!" She screams at them so hard she sends them flying to Amy, who has a fly swatter summoned.

"This is for ruining a dress that took up Emily's paycheck," She narrows her eyes in anger, swatting them all away into the sky one by one.

"Well, now that that unpleasantness is over, we can get back to our lovely evening."

She whips around, pointing an angry finger at him. "You lied to me. You made a fool of me. Lying I can forgive, but I will not be humiliated. This is a Sadie Hawkins dance. I invited you, so now I'm uninviting you," She takes off the corsage. Amy just flies in mid-air in the distance, looking away awkwardly. "This date never happened!"

Sheldon slams down his face onto the controls in devastation, and even though she was against this, Amy still feels bad while watching them right now. Especially Sheldon tried so hard to make it perfect and that ended up ruined. "I'd rather date anyone than you," Jenny holds her head up high with her arms crossed.

Sheldon lifts his head up in alarm. "Anyone?" He asks her as Silver Shell. "Even Sheldon?"

"You make Sheldon look like Prince Charming!" She retorts, not noticing the happy smile.

"Prince Charming? I'm the luckiest boy in the world! Thanks Amy! Whoo-hoo!" Silver Shell flies into the sky, Amy baffled since she didn't really do anything...

"Mom was right. I'm much better off without boys," Jenny grumbles as Amy comes back as herself, her dress still stained with punch. "Whoa, what happened with you?" The robot points at her.

"Trust me when I say that you're better off not knowing," Amy sighs, a hand on her forehead.

"So," The hall monitor offers them flowers. "Dance. Wanna?"

Jenny smiles and hugs him, Amy looking at them wide-eyed. Sheldon's definitely not gonna like hearing about this...

Angel: I'm not gonna address the Rise of TMNT movie because I've already done so in an author's note for the story about the show, so check that out if you haven't already. Especially if you have the inkling to ask me about it.

And like with TMNT, I've said this before and I'll say it again: Do not care for Ben 10, if you really want me to write it, ask me if you can write it on your own. Clearly I'm not doing it myself because I wouldn't like writing Ben 10. I'd just be bitter the whole time, and I'd rather feel positive writing something that I'm okay doing.