Chapter 4
The swarm of females, all different shapes and sizes flooded the street as one body. Up ahead they spotted a green figure sitting on a motorbike, as if waiting for them, inviting them to follow.
"He's mine!" a brunette claimed.
"I wouldn't bet your patent leather shoes, dear!" another challenged, taking the lead. "You can have what's left. If there is anything."
Up ahead the figure waited for the exact moment before kicking the bike into gear. He drove off, keeping a safe distance ahead.
The group dodged through the streets around one block then the next. Suddenly, out of the blue, a taxi appeared and almost careened with the motorbike. The females stopped and gasped as they watched their victim fight to keep his swerving bike under control. Finally, the bike leaned too much to the left and crashed to the hard pavement, sending it's rider into a roll. As he clumsily rose to his feet, checking himself for injuries, the girls gasped.
"Oh my goodness!" one shouted, pointing. "Its-"
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Casey Jones picked himself up off the ground.
"Phew. No broken bones. Just a rip in my jeans." He blew out a sigh. "More work for Ape."
He finished patting himself over, then raised his hands to his face.
"Oh crud!"
He looked down and spotted the head of Michelangelo's Cowabunga Carl's costume. He turned his gaze to the crowd that stood dumbfounded before him. Keeping a cautious eye on the group, he slowly bent down, scooped the head up and tucked it under his arm.
"Ah, hi-ya," he spluttered, a weak smile on his lips as he waved his fingers in the air.
Suddenly one of the girls screamed, "Oh my goodness! It's Casey Jones!" The high pitched tone of her voice made Casey wince.
"It is Casey!" another agreed.
Casey watched as they began to move restlessly.
"Ah, geez ladies. I'm flattered that you know my name and all, but..." His eyes went wide as he watched them advance at an alarming rate. "Ohh, man," Casey gulped, as he turned and started to run, still carrying the turtle head under his arm. "Raph is so going to pay for this."
Casey ran for all that he was worth but it proved not to be enough. Although he used his street smarts to lose the crowd through the alleys, he still found himself face to face with the smiling, hungry eyes.
"Nice girlies," Casey said, as he tried to back away. "Down girlies."
From behind him he heard a chorus of giggles.
"Ah!" he faltered. He pointed across the street. "Look! It's Tom Cruise!" When no one reacted, he tried again. "Pierce Brosnan! Robert Pattinson! Brad Pitt!" No one budged. "Umm...that guy off of that soap commercial? Look! He's riding a horse!""
"Oh, Casey! You are so funny!" a woman complimented. "I just want to eat you up!"
A look of horror crossed Casey's face.
"Eat me- Up?" He tried to step away from the two crowds that were slowly inching towards him. "Honestly. You don't want any of this. I'm not who you think I am. I'm really a big jerk. I'm terribly mean. I'm.. ah..."
"Mr. Jones, you are the finest thing since the invention of the dishwasher," a boisterous voice laughed. "Come here and give me some sugar."
Helplessly, Casey froze in place. He managed a tiny "meep," before the females pounced.
~TBC~
