Disclaimer: Woo is me, I still don't own turtles
Word By:J.W. Appel; Farting Contest 2: April vs. 80's April and wins this time
I walked into the lair, and was meat with one of the foulest odors I'd ever smelt in my life, and I lived in the sewers.
For a moment I panicked, thinking maybe I'd left the lid off on one of my more volatile experiments, Raph had been very distressed on the phone and it wouldn't be the first time I'd left in a panic.
Or worse, what if Mikey had gotten into my lab again, and done something really bad this time.
In a total panic I bolted towards my sanctuary, but stopped dead when I heard the argument coming from inside.
"How can you even tell any more who won? I told you we should have opened the door, now we can't tell. In any case, Seeing as I went last, I still should have won."
"O well, maybe next time."
"Throwing the thick wooden door open wide, I started reaching in revolution, but my eyes weren't watering from just the stench, the bright florescent blue lighting behind the two girls wasn't helping much.
"Hay there Donatello" the smaller other world dimension of April spoke as if we were long time friends, "Don't worry, we didn't touch anything. So what do you think of the end results of are rematch?"
Sorry this one took so long, I didn't want this one to seem repetitive