Mickey: Go! GO!
Me: What are you doing?
Mickey: They're wresting! Now be quiet.
Me*sighing imaptiantly* I guess you wouldn't find out what happens.
Mickey: *groans* Fine.
Jake-Long laughed. "Really? Your father did that on your fouth birthday?" I laughed, more nervously than I meant to. "Yes." I had, of course, lied. But I wanted to make an impression on my father's best friend's newfe. We were eating in a restaurant in the mall. Jake-Long smiled at me. Suddenly April walked by. "April?" I asked. April turned. "Hey." She seemed nervous. "What are you doing here?" "I'm, you know, shopping for the, um, well, the thing you asked me to!" "I don't think I asked you for anything." "Yea you did. The book." "The book?" "The one." "Okay, since when books became a sin?" Jake-Long asked. April laughed. She leaned towards me. "THE BOOK. Seriously, did you forget?" I nodded.
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I waved the smell of vomit and rotting eggs away. It didn't help that it was the smell was coming off a sickening boiling tub of yellow stuff. "Sooooo, that book." "Yes." "By the way, you do know that you have to deal with Splinter evently, right?" "Yes." My Father didn't like me going out after school in less I told him. Personally. I knew it was only to protect me from Shredder, but it got, well, annoying. The book was , in fact, Heasea's. Since she was dead, the local mall thrift shop was selling her stuff for 99% off. Her oldest spell book had something we wanted. "Now, remember, this only works for-" "A day, I know, I know," I said, rolling my eyes. "But what about my brothers?" April held up the book. The title of the page was: A turtle-human for a day.
My Father was busy. He was practicing. But this was better than a lesson. Way better. "Father?" Splinter turned. I held out the potion. It still had the faint scent of vomitt after six doses of good smelling stuff added. "Yes?" "I made this. I wanted to apologize for yesterday." Splinter took the drink relutuly. After all, I wasn't known for cooking. He drunk it. With an unexpected cry of pain, Splinter fell to the ground. I rushed to his side. "W-what w-was i-i-n that?" "April made me do it!" Suddenly, my Father lost his tail. Soon, he was human! April and the turtles rushed in just as I was helping my human again father. "Now,remember, this only lasts a day," April told Splinter and my brothers. I hated to admit it, but they had turned out, well, cute. Donnie had blonde hair, Ralph's was red, Leo's was black with a blue highlight, and Mickey, well, he was 12. Mickey looked at us all. "This is not funny!"