Loralie hummed to herself, swinging her legs leisurely as she read a book. She didn't know why or how Emmaline was getting ahold of these books and frankly she didn't want to know. She was just glad to have a reprieve from the boredom.

Speaking of… She looked up, hearing their makeshift shower shut off. Emmaline shivered as she came back in, still damp but in her night clothes again. "You okay?"

"N-N-Never again…" She muttered before eying her old "enemy" that sat against the wall.

Loralie shook her head. She should have NEVER pointed that thing out when they were looking for things to furnish the boat house with. Because now Emmaline had a serious issue with it.

What was it?

A bathroom scale that still worked.

"Emma, just leave it alone." She sighed, bringing "The Hunger Games" back up to her face.

"No!"

"Your funeral." She muttered, knowing this was not going to end well for Emmaline or the scale.

Emmaline looked at the scale, taking a deep breath, crossing her arms over her chest and crossing her fingers as well. She stepped onto the scale closing her eyes. Please, oh please, oh please let me be the same weight….

She opened an eye looking at the scale.

Loralie jumped hearing her sister cry out. "What's wrong!?"

Emmaline looked to her sister as if she had just been attacked. "I...I…"

"You what?"

"I...I… I GAINED TWO POUNDS!" She wailed, kicking the scale, yelping a bit when the metal collided with her bare foot. "Ow!"

Loralie looked at her sister, shaking her head. She sometimes wondered if she was adopted or if her sister merely inherited the crazy gene. "THAT is the reason for the drama?"

"Don't mock me! This is serious!" She wailed sitting on the ground. "H-How could I have…?"

"Free. Popcorn."

"I didn't eat THAT much!"

The younger sister sighed. "Just run it off, you'll burn it off in no time flat when you go for the usual run to work."

Emmaline pouted, crossing her arms, turning her nose up. "Hmph-WAIT WHAT TIME IS IT!?" She looked to her watch and swore jumping up.

"Emma you just got home-"

"I was able to score the shift for a midnight release at the theater." She explained running to get her clothes back on, Loralie sighed bringing her book back up to her face.

"If you can, can you get the Lunar Chronicles next time you're out?"

"Sure." She ruffled her sister's hair before running out, closing the door behind her. "BYE SIS!"

And so I'm alone… AGAIN.

Loralie looked around the boat house before picking up a flashlight and grabbing her street clothes. The junkyard seemed pretty tempting right now.

But… No… I shouldn't… She hesitated before looking at the clock. But sis will be gone all night!

… OH SCREW IT! She got dressed, braiding her hair back and grabbing a messenger bag before heading out, taking the spare key to the boat house with her.

"How about this?"

"No."

"This?"

"No!"

Mikey sighed, throwing another piece of tech over his shoulder. Junkyard scavenging with Donnie never was simple. "What are you looking for anyway!?"

Donnie gave him a look. "I said back at the lair, I need components for the shell cycle, anew muffler for the Battle Shell and heaven forbid Leo so much as looks at the microwave funny we'll need one of those too!"

"Sir yes sir…"

The youngests of the Hamato clan were alone, Leo and Raph had gone on patrol. They had been arguing before leaving so they could only assume it was about settling yet another bet. After a while of silence, Mikey spoke up again. "So, think Raph'll come back for another rousing game of "What limbs do I need stitched back on next?" or think Leo will?"

"Leo NEVER plays THAT game." Donnie replied, shifting through some of the trash, scanning for what he was looking for. "So probably Raph." He sighed, hoping that he was wrong.

"Yeah-Hey!"

"What?"

Mikey held up a trading card in a plastic shell. "A rare card!"

Donnie shook his head. "One man's trash…"

Hmph! He doesn't appreciate the awesome things in life.

Ewwwww…. Why did I think this was a good idea!?

Loralie cringed, wishing she had brought a clothespin or something to muffle the smell at least to a point.

"Ugh…" She shook her head as she tried shifting through some of it. Anything useful goes… With a lot of bleach… and soap… and soap with bleach… and maybe some lye to be safe…

She looked up hearing a yelp. What was that…?

"What did you drop?"

"Uh… You don't wanna know…"

Who else is here!? Loralie wondered, climbing up further on the pile she was looking through, managing to get a glimpse. She couldn't make them out very well, but she could tell there was someone else.

"Anyways… This!?"

"No."

"What about this?"

"Are you seriously going to do this all night?"

"Is it annoying you?"

"Yes."

"Then yes."

WHACK!

"OW!"

She blinked, leaning forward more, wondering what that was all about. Who else would go through junk? … Well… Okay, a lot of people if their desperate… But this late…?

She squinted, trying to make out the two figures. One was rubbing their head and the other was going back to looking through the trash. "If you're not going to help, go find some other trouble to get into."

"Raph's not here so sorry, but you're stuck with me."

"Ugh… Joy."

Loralie furrowed her brow, climbing up more, mis-stepping as the trash shifted. She let out as gasp before tumbling down with it, letting out a yelp when something clocked her on the head.

"OW!"

Ugh… What the heck!? She looked to the side to see… a keyboard had struck her. She looked around quickly before grabbing it and backing up. She didn't hear the two figures speaking anymore.

Oh boy…

She backed up, looking around turning to run off…. when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder.

"Hi."

Loralie whirled around to come face to face with someone looking down at her hanging upside down. "... AHHH!" She leapt back. "W-What the…?"

"What?"

Donnie, from his hiding spot, ran a hand down his face as he watched his brother. This was not how it was done, but Mikey seemed to march to his own drummer. Especially when it's a bad idea… Come to think of it… This is something he'd do…

"Just get back!" When Mikey leapt down, she held up the keyboard as if she'd swing it. "D-Don't make me use this!"

"Hey easy… Not here to attack!"

Loralie growled a little. "Sneaking up on me in a junkyard, yeah that just screams kumbaya and all that. Back up or you get a D-minor in pain!"

She didn't count on Mikey being fast and snatching the instrument away from her. She wasn't that strong when it came to her grip so she lost it fast. "Aw come on!"

"You really don't wanna try that." He replied, looking her over. Yeah… Definitely not a costume…

Loralie backed up. "Just… Stay away…"

Giant… Tortoise? She thought looking the turtle over. And I want that keyboard back…

All the girls do this…. Freak out and back up before-

THUD!

"OW!"

Hitting their head. April… You've set the standard.

"Probably should've mentioned the two by four."

The shark girl grimaced, rubbing her head, glaring at the turtle who was trying his hardest not to laugh. "W-Wipe that smirk off your face!"

"So what happened to "stay back"? Thought you were angry about THAT."

"S-Shut up! And give me back that keyboard!"

Mikey held up the instrument. "This thing? Like I'd give you back something to use as a weapon."

Oh… That is it… I want that for my sister… and I will get it back. She growled before charging, jumping up, trying to grab for it when it was held out of reach. "I said give it back!"

He moved to the side, dodging an attempt to tackle him. "Ahuh… Sure."

Loralie growled, bringing her hands up to her face. That's it… I am gonna scratch that smirk right off-

"Break it up! Mikey, just give the darn thing back! You said you were gonna say "hi" not turn your powers of annoyance on 'er!" Donnie called as both mutants looked up. Loralie dropping her stance as she found herself dumbfounded.

Two giant turtles… I shouldn't be surprised but I am…

Mikey shrugged, dropping the keyboard. "Whatever you say bro!"

Loralie picked it up, and looked it over. "Ugh… It's gross." She muttered. She briefly wondered why she wanted it back in the first place. It was damaged and dirty from it's time in the junkyard. But it was still a keyboard that was free and might still work. For my sister… Yep… Sister of the year award…

"So you wanted it back because…?"

She looked up and glared. "As if I'd tell the tortoise, turtle thingy stalking me!"

"Stalking!?"

Both heard laughter as Mikey glared at his brother. "Not funny Don!"

"Yep… Anyways…" She tucked the keyboard out of her arm. ".. This never happened. Got it? Good." She ran off making it out of the exit looking back for a second and shaking her head. Yeah… This was a BAD idea.

"So… Think that's the last of that?"

WHACK!"

"OW! Not the staff!"

"On what planet did that seem like a good idea?!" Donnie held up a hand as Mikey started to reply. "Actually, don't answer that. I don't wanna hear it."

"Hmph. It seemed like a good idea at the time! You don't see mutant chicks that often!"

"And if she had been violent? … Or actually put up a real fight?" He countered, leaning on his weapon.

"... Shut up."