A/N: Okay I'm back! I was just at the Regional Karate Tournament and let me say, it was freakin' awesome!! I had so much fun. It also helped that I got second in weapons, second in sparring, and first in forms! BOOYAH!! Only down side is that it was like seven hours away so I had way to much car time. Yeah so anyway, bragging aside, here's the next chapter which was typed up with all haste as soon as I got home. Oh and, ahh, the chocolate chip cookie dough was NOT a good idea. I've now got a very fat, very hyper bunny on my hands and... well... this is what happened.

While Donnie, April and Mikey where pondering their horrible fate, Splinter was adamantly refusing to talk about how he felt, Casey not shutting up about how he felt, Raph making death threats and throwing his sai, and Leo being a poor concussed turtle, Dr. Diddly-Doo had her hands full with a group therapy session. A very large group. To be precise the entire Foot Clan along with all their employees, lackeys, cannon fodder ect. She'd wanted to have Bishop in on the session as well but he was already seeing a different psychiatrist.

"So Mr. Shredder," She began but was interrupted.

"You will address me as Master Shredder! Or if you prefer simply Master," growled the Shredder in that deep, Darth Vader imitation voice.

"Listen you," the doctor said in her sweet I-will-skin-you-alive-and-roast-you-on-a-spit voice. "I'm in charge here and you will do as I say when I say and how I say. I do not take orders from you so I'll call you whatever I please!" She whipped around to look at a couple of Purple Dragons who had found her peanut stash and where helping themselves. "Stop eating all my nuts you stupid lugs!" she screamed.

Karai leaned over and quietly asked the Shredder, "Master, why exactly are we here?"

"I'm sure there's a good reason." He said, "after all it was labeled urgent on my PDA"

"Oh, very well." The ninja looked over at Hun and the Purple Dragons. "But why are Hun and the Purple Dragons here?"

"That's because…" the Shredder paused as a look of confusion passed over his face (well what could be seen of it from behind his helmet) "Hun, why are you here?"

The big behemoth shrugged. "I dunno. Last thing I remember the boys an' I where robbing the Senior Citizen bus Jesse James style then all of a sudden we're here and there's this sparkly crap getting all over my gangsta clothes."

"Teleportation?" asked Dr. Stockman in his so-much-better-than-you-pathetic-morons voice. "Seeing as I have not yet focused my unmatched genius along those lines I would have to say that it is simply impossible." Somehow, despite being a brain in a jar, Stockman managed to finish his speech with a smirk.

They heard snickering coming from behind them. Turning around they saw the newly re-dubbed Gay Reaper standing there. "I used this." He said proudly holding out the Industrial Grade Fairy Wand 5000 (for when the average fairy wand just won't do).

"Wow!" gasped Nick the Random Foot Soldier. "Where'd you get that Industrial Grade Fairy Wand 5000 with the customized dust colors?"

"Fairy Gear Inc. in one of six convenient locations."

"Sa-weet!"

Dr. Diddly-Doo clapped her hands together twice which caused the lights to go from glaring to soothing; it also turned off Stockman. "It's time to begin. Would someone please turn Dr. Stockman back on?"

Paul, a friend of Nick the Random Foot Soldier, reached into his pocket and pulled out a shuriken which he threw at the on/off switch on Stockman. He ended up hitting Dragon Face's hand who had reached over to turn the scientist back on himself (maybe hoping to land himself a date with the doc (the girl one)).

The big tough Purple Dragon stared at his hand with its new addition for a full 5 seconds then he grabbed it, brought it up to his face, stared at it for another 5 seconds, and then started screaming.

"AAAAHHHHHH!!!"

"Argh!" yelled the Shredder. "You stupid miscreant!" He marched over to the gangster, picked him up and promptly threw him through the window (apparently Leo running into it so hard had softening it up).

Karai gave a contented sigh. "Ahh, much better. Shall we begin now?"

"First," Said the psychiatrist "Is Dragon Face alright?"

Nick peeked out the window. "Oh, he's fine. An old lady and her cat broke his fall."

"Excellent." She sat back balancing her clipboard on her knee. "So who would like to go first?"

"I am the Shredder! I shall rule the world!" Growled the Shredder with his fist raised above his head.

"It's so nice to see an ambitious young man who knows what he wants in this world." Commented Dr. Diddly-Doo.

"Hey!" whined Hun pathetically. "What about me? I wanna rule the world too."

"Copycat syndrome." She muttered. "I would recommend getting a life." She glanced up at him. "And a haircut."

Hun gaped at her. "You don't like my hair?"

Karai snorted. "Please, it makes you look like a ballerina drop out."

"UHH!" Hun stared at all the mean ladies. "Master, you like my pony tail, right?"

Shredder peered at him. "Hmm, it does make you look like a ballerina drop out." He mused.

"WAAHAAA!!" wailed Hun as he jumped out the window after Dragon Face.

Dr. Diddly-Doo glared after him. "What is it with my patients and that window?" she muttered.

Purple Dragon, a two-bit Purple Dragon with no imagination whatsoever, glared at the Shredder. "You Foot people are so mean! The Dragons aught to beat the livin' daylights outta you all!"

"You will do no such thing!" said the Shredder. "I am the Shredder and I'm better then you all!"

"Oh yeah? Come on Dragons, let's get 'em!" With that the Dragons pulled out various clubs, chains, and Big Macs and the Foot pulled out various swords, daggers, and Pepperoni Pizzas (pizza must be a ninja thing). Next thing the doctor and the Reaper knew the chains where swinging the swords where slicing and the fast food was being woofed down with large Cokes.

"Should I stop them doctor?" Asked the Reaper.

"Oh goodness no," she said. "This is good for them to work out their issues with each other."

The Reaper watched Purple Dragon the Purple Dragon get run through by Nick. "Oh. I can see how this will help."

At the end of the hour session there were considerably fewer Purple Dragons and Foot but the ones who where remaining where swapping stories and tips for hair products. Hun and Dragon Face had come back about halfway through the session and where having an animated conversation with Nick and Paul regarding french fries v.s. bread sticks.

"Well," said Dr. Diddly-Doo. "I'm very proud of you all." They all blushed and scuffed their toes. "In fact you've done so well I'm paying for lunch for you all!"

"YAY!" they all cheered.

The Reaper held up a hand full of coupons, "Who wants Schnitzel?"

Okay lets see; Splinter and Casey are traumatized, Raph got off scot free, Donnie, April and Mikey are angsting, Leo is still concussed, and the doc, Gay Reaper (who had the right idea with those tylenol but still has a headache) and most of the bad dudes are out to lunch. Mmm I'm hungry now. Well Bunny is on a diet now, no more cookie dough, but she can still have reviews and carrots.