"I'm just sayin', your Movie-self should've let Movie-me be when the cops were comin'. Just 'cause he's an angry jerk doesn't mean he don't know what he's doin'."

Leonardo doesn't reply immediately, "…You're right; and he's probably the only one still well experienced with that. Which would mean he came regardless because he knew he had to… oh my gosh that's actually mature!" he leans forward in his seat enthusiastically, "Go Movie-Raph! Show your maturity! We believe in you!"

"Go Movie-me!" Don yells, "Show some character depth! Really, this film doesn't have to rigidly keep to real life logic, and it's got brilliant character and drama logic for Raph and Leo, but this is still a family of five!"

"Go Movie-ME!" Mikey flails his arms, "BRING COWABUNGA-CARL TO LIIIIIIIIIFE!"

"Go… Movie-Leo? Show us what you learned in the jungle or something… ah to heck with it – SHOW US ANOTHER MONSTEEERRRR!" Raphael knows his priorities.

"What seems to be the problem?"

"The problem, is that we were merely hired to patrol the city, and report anything strange to you. You never said anything about monsters."

"How would they know who or what to look out for if Winters' never specifies? It just… boggles the mind how often that sort of thinking transpires in stories," Leo throws up his hands and shakes his head.

"You defending your giiirlfrieeend?" Mikey teases.

"She's dating Dr Chaplin."

"…Jealooouuuuus?"

"You do understand honour, don't you?"

"Oooooh, Movie-Karai's gonna whip his butt," Raph predicts.

"My, my, my. And what is your name?"

The furry behemoth roars in Winters/Yaotl's face.

"What do you think it said?" Mikey asks, "Raph, you speak growling. What'd it say?"

Raph groans.

"Then show these fools how a true warrior acts."

"The Foot have done nothing foolish to warrant that. You hired them and left them unprepared with incomplete information…" Leonardo trails off at the looks he's receiving from his family, "…What?"

"You're defending the Foot?"

He has to think back on his own wording to determine a proper yes or no, "…No. Just pointing it out. Ninja honour and that…?"

"…You're weird," Raph concludes.

"It's going to be quite a party," Winters/Yaotl snaps his fingers and the pretty cage drops upon the beast.

"…I gotta rig something to react when I snap my fingers too," Donnie mumbles.

"Party? Did he just say party? Cowabunga-Carl's got you covered!" Mikey thumbs-up the movie.

"NOOO!" Raph discourages him.

"Dudes, did anyone get the license plate of that thing that hit us last night? Ay my head…"

"Okay, that was just weird. I mean, first the Foot, then that hideous monster…"

"Yeah, it looked like your mom, dude!"

"Yeah, that would make her your mom too, doofus."

"Yeah, whatever…"

"Yeah…" Mikey says.

Leo watches the unfolding scene with deeply relatable feeling.

"Keep laughing Mikey. Last night was an embarrassment!"

"I'll tell you what's embarrassing. You can't eve follow a single order."

"Ohoho how cute. You're back for five minutes and you're already schooling us on your master plan?"

"Oh, okay, so this is my fault now, huh Raph? I'm the ONLY ONE THAT HAS TO BE RESPONSIBLE?!"

"Hey, you're the trained master, not me."

"Am I ever like that?" Raph sighs, shaking his head at what he sees, "Punch me if I'm ever-"

Leo smashes a fist into his jaw – Don smacks an elbow to his collar bone – Mikey tosses a nunchaku which belts him across the cheek. Raph sits stunned.

Splinter grimaces at such behaviour, "You three are all in trouble. We will discuss your punishments after the film."

They fall into sombre silence… yet despite himself Splinter privately laughs at the way these Movie-sons attempt to conceal the trouble as his Movie-counterpart walks on screen, humming a Japanese lullaby.

And, despite themselves, a certain pair starts snickering.

"You two are like little girls!" Mikey complains, "Stop giggling!"

"We do not giggle!" Raph snaps through the pain in his jaw.

"It's the way Movie-us are eating," Leo points, "Maybe it's just because that's 'us', but it's so pettily dramatic it's funny!"

"Hothead."

"Splinter Junior."

"Cody is going to break up with Donna, I just know it…!"

Splinter is griped at this dramatic prediction, "Say it isn't so-!"

However the 'Gilmore Girls' programme is left on a maddening cliff-hanger as the soap is interrupted by a telling news bulletin… "BOOOYS!"

"Leonardo, I am most disappointed in you," Leonardo sinks into his seat with a familiar and heavy grave feeling, "You are the eldest of your brothers; I was counting on you to bring order to the chaos of this family."

Splinter chokes.

Raphael gapes.

Don laughs incredulously.

Mikey lowers his hand of food from his mouth.

Though deeply touched at the familiarity unfolding in this scene, Leo sees no issue; so it's safe to say he basically jumps at the unexpected outbursts to his left.

"WHAT THE SHELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Raph explodes with defensive indignation.

"My sentiments to a T!" Splinter's fur bristles, grinding his sharp flat teeth.

"How could you have such an expectation?! On your most obedient son?!" Donatello can't ease the sick feeling in his chest.

"The term 'taken for granted' has just been reinvented for me," Mikey is the only one not raising his voice, "That… right there… is disgusting! Manipulative! It hurts the sacrifices made for families by real people and real Leo's everywhere!"

"Precisely!" Splinter taps his cane to the floor with a bit more force than necessary, "This film has confused the profound differences between the unrealistic ideal of magically making things right for the family and being there for the family! Both require self-sacrifices, but only the latter is of a healthy and truly helpful variant!"

Leo decides it would be best not to voice his uncertainty in this matter.

So instead he smiles approvingly at Movie-Raphael's given lease on walking out of the gathering, "It's good that he's giving his Movie-son space though."

"Or…" Splinter might be getting a little too personally affronted at the movie, "Is completely forgetting that this moment was supposed to be a team matter! I think there is also a confusion of the responsibilities of leadership and accountability of team members and the state of circumstances here!"

"This film is against you Leo!" Raphael is in horror, "Stop watching it! You'll only hurt yourself with all these half-truths!"

"…I'll be fine…?"

"No! You won't! You're never fine with this stuff!" Raphael wraps a thick arm around his shoulders, locking his muscles neatly between the rim of Leo's shell and the back of his neck, "If it gets too much, I'll knock you out in a sleeper hold…"

"…Thanks…" his skin prickles with unease at the… offer, "…You can let go now."

"No."

"…Let me go."

"No."

He's trying his damn hardest not to freak out lest he encourage the early use of the… offer, "…Please?"

"Nooooooo."

The Stone Generals begin to effortlessly round up the numbered beasts with little to no help from the sidelined Foot Clan…!

"That's a lot of wicked lookin' monsters," Raph says, impressed at the level of imaginative thought and design put into these scarcely appearing beasts, "We need a totally badass theme song for this montage."

Leonardo sits very quietly, "…Pink elephants on parade."

Raphael joins in, "Here they come-"

The two sing in unison, "-Hippity hoppity! They're here, and there – pink elephants everywhere!"

Michelangelo covers his face, laughing softly as Donatello and Splinter exchange bemused looks.

The movie continues the Stone General's show of force upon the monsters, "Look out! Look out – they're walking around the bed, on their head, clippity cloppity! Arrayed, in braid, pink elephants on paraaade!"

Mikey pats his father's arm, "Don't try to figure it out – it's a Leo-Raph thing."

"Isn't that Dumbo…?" Donnie tries to recall.

Raphael gets up, yanking on Leo's hand, "We should skate dance on the chairs!"

Leonardo resists the tug as he laughs, "No-ho-ho!"

Raphael slumps back down sniggering; then snaps his head towards the others, glaring menacingly. And with that, Leo sighs –his improvised plan to dislodge Raphael from him has borne fruit.

The scene eases into the apartment owned by Movie-Casey and Movie-April, who are reading the newspaper and practising katas respectively – all while the news plays in the background.

"Go April!" Mikey hollers.

"…That newscaster has the exact same expression every time he reports something," Don rubs an eye.

"Well at least some people care about justice these days."

"...I feel like saying something to that, but I'm too tired," Donatello rests himself back onto Splinter's side.

"Meet me on the roof, okay?"

"What is it?"

"…The 'roof'. Y'know what the roof is, don't'cha?"

Raphael grins, holding a hand to the subtle upset of his stomach, "Buuurrrn."

"Casey, come look at this."

"Oh, no you did not," Raph growls at Movie-Casey's barefaced disregard of at least letting her know of his leaving, "She's yer' wife or fiancé or girlfriend or whatever! Respect her more dammit!"

"Be safe…"

"You man-child. You don't deserve her," he crosses his arms.

"What's this all about, Raph?"

Shadows outline Raphael's scowl, "What's goin' on is you ain't givin' your own woman due respect! Man up! Even my Casey knows better!"

"SCREEEEEAAAAAAACH!"

Mikey screams.

Movie-Raph and Movie-Casey chase the airborne abomination across the rooftops. Raphael blinks and his mood switches to the music, suddenly engaged in the monster moment.

Out of curiosity Leonardo waves a hand in front of Raphael's enrapt face, but ends up with no reaction. He shrugs and munches on some of his chocolates.

"I think we lost it."

"Eh it's gotta be around here somewhere…"

"I don't think so…"

"SCREEEEEAAAAAAACH!"

Mikey screams.

Apart from that, everyone watches with interest at how this culmination of monster, Foot and Stone Generals all coming together will turn out before their Movie-brethren.

"Wait a second. Those statues look – whoa!"

"Oh no," Leo couldn't stop the words from coming out.

"Poor Casey. Sucks always ending up accidentally doing the mistake," Mikey mumbles empathetically.

"Witnesses!"

As the Foot shoot darts at those who they surely recognise as an old archenemy, Movie-Raph moves to protect his friend with his own body – from his sacrifice a dart hits Movie-Raph in the shoulder; Leo audibly gasps.

"Dammit Leo I'm safe and sound RIGHT NEXT TO YOU!" then he rallies on the other three to this left, "And why don't I ever get called out on the good things I do?! Be it by accident or on purpose ONLY THE BAD GETS SPOKEN ABOUT EVERY SINGLE DAMN TIME! And you wonder why bad stuff is always on my mind!?" he suddenly realises he's just screamed something important into their caring faces, "I mean… pretend I said that in a nice, controlled, well-thought-out voice…"

Meanwhile Leo is wringing his hands in exasperation towards Movie-Casey who just stands there looking and commenting at the oncoming danger, "Grab Raph and go you fool!"

Movie-Raph, through his drugged haze, realises the danger and chucks a smoke pellet to cover their escape…

"*cough* Oh that's just rude!"

Leo bangs his head into his fists at Movie-Casey's inept (but admittedly human) ability to react to mind-boggling danger in the moment; because how dare he not have been trained from toddlerhood to be as reactive as a ninja!

Movie-Raph hauls Movie-Casey into hiding before leading him to another spot – all whilst futilely fighting the strengthening effects of the drug.

Raph sighs at Movie-Casey being… 'Casey', "But we love him regardless…"

"Aw come on! That's the second mask this week!"

"Why are you speaking while hiding?!" now he's just plain infuriated – that's his drugged Movie-brother being put at risk here thanks to an inane need to comment!

"Leo," Raphael grabs his cheekbones with one rough hand and turns his head to face each other eye-to-eye, speaking firmly and composed, "I'm fine. I am right here."

He narrows his eyes and mimics his tone, "I know that."

Leo slaps his hand away. Raph quickly slaps that hand back. They get into a slappy fight.

"You on the roof! Put your hands behind… your… What is it?"

Mikey smirks, "It's the stone-man flashing his thousand year old stone undies at them!"

Stone-man turns to retreat and Movie-Raph faints; he and Donatello burst out laughing at the timing – but the stubborn noises to their right completely ruins the moment.

"Guys," straightening up in his seat, Don addresses his older brothers, "Can we just… please cut that out?"

The slap-happy fight had at some point changed to Raphael getting the upper hand and is currently choking and shaking his brother. At Don's request – and Splinter's eye on his back – he ceases. Facing the movie he nonetheless remains on edge for any sudden counter attacks by the infamously skilled Leo, but none are forthcoming.

Leo merely resettles in his seat, rubbing his neck and moving on with another bag of treats.

The scene changes to the other not-as-important turtles finishing up their dinner in what promised to have been a rather nice moment between them. And it was never shown. Because this film is about ego-boosting angst; anything else is unworthy.

"Why isn't my stomach rejecting the modern western food?" Leo puts in for the sake of it.

"Why is a movie about family only focusing on two of its members?" Don drowsily grouses, "Any bit they give Mikey and I is just because we happen to exist. This movie could at least remember that I've been in charge or something during Leo's absence and had a difficult relationship with Raph for it instead of, well, dropping the consequences of the fact; and how Mikey feels always being sidelined and putting up with it and so interrupted he has to resort to obnoxious joking to be at least heard by someone."

"I'm not left ou-"

"Exactly," Leo interrupts, "This film has so much potential just sitting on the sidelines gathering dust. So much of what's in the movie is glossed over for the sake of… awesomeness, I guess – I mean, no tale is told perfectly and I do like it so far, but… yeah. It could have been so much more."

"But everyone is just interested in the dynamic between you and Raph, and families being torn apart from the inside out so passive-aggressively is tragically relatable in many ways, so it works. That," Don rolls a stiffening shoulder, "And movie-writers get a lot of crap for the state of the final when it's more due to pressing time issues, director decisions, changes from script to film, etcetera… or maybe the script sucked and the director whatever or a bunch of whoever else's involved in this ended up making it better than what it might've been… ugh, I'm going to stop assuming stuff I don't know now."

"Raph'sbeenhurt-you'vegottocomeoverhererightaway-"

"Woah-woah-woah, slow down April; what happened to Raph?"

"I-I don't know he's unconscious."

"I'll be right there…"

Leo eyes the one to his immediate left, "Be sure to burn that moment into your brain Raph. That is what you aren't around for when you do this sort of thing to us."

"Heh, and Mikey's just oblivious," Raphael does a great effort dodging the subject as he watches it.

"Leo! You came back!?"

"Leo :D!"

"Sorry the reunion isn't under better circumstances…"

"Hang on. If this is the fourth of the older three movies, wouldn't that mean this is the same Raph that got thrown through April's roof by the Foot in the first movie?"

"…So…?"

"…Nothing, I just thought that'd be interesting history to bring up."

"Well his vital signs seem to be okay… pupil dilation is normal…"

"…That's all? Why'd they call you for help? You're useless Donnie."

"That hurts. I'm a technician, not a doctor! It's not fair when everyone automatically expects me to do something just 'cause I'm super smart!"

As Movie-Don marvels at the embedded stone weapon, Raphael begins tapping his fingers impatiently.

But watching Movie-Don immediately wedge out the broken weapon sets Raphael's eye twitching, "…Movie-Don. I'm unconscious on the floor with a specially concocted serum for knocking out monsters in my veins. And you're checking out a flippin' STONE?!"

"Well is he gonna be alright?"

"Thank you Movie-Leo for returning the attention back to the more pressing issue at hand!"

"You still here? Go back to your jungle…"

"Sometimes I hate my own toughness…" he says as admirably as he could.

"And there's an engraving on it… Looks… South American. That's your department April."

"Stop," Don raises his hands, "The map roughly marked southern Mexico in the beginning of the movie. Then it turned to Central America. And now we're discussing South America?! THOSE ARE THREE DIFFERENT PLACES PEOPLE! TREAT THEM AS SUCH OR ELABORATE ON YAOTL'S HISTORY MOVING ACROSS THE LAND! Grrr…"

"Would it help things if I told you that those statues you collected for that Winters guy were shooting these things at me and Raph?"

"…Movie-Casey just kept the most VITAL PIECE OF INFORMATION THAT I WOULD HAVE NEEDED TO BETTER UNDERSTAND RAPHAEL'S CONDITION TO HIMSELF!?-!"

Not one to scream out obscenities, Donatello fumes with his mouth clamped shut like a mad beast in his middle seat; this results in Splinter leaning towards a cowering Michelangelo to protectively cover him as Raphael pushes himself onto Leonardo in a frightened hug.

"-a scary story the locals told kids around a campfire!"

"Whoa, what are you talking about?"

No one comments on the probability of Movie-Leo knowing or not knowing of this legend during his own two years spent in Mexico/Central America/South America/I'm confused now.

Movie-April begins to narrate…

As she does the scene changes into the families' worst timed nightmare – a sweeping scene of historical monuments representing Yaotl's immortality while Donnie was in The Mood. And sure enough, seeing them made Don rigidly clam up.

No one dared to so much as breathe loudly in fear of setting him off.

He starts with a calm enough voice, "…First of all… Well done. Well done on getting the timelines right. But how could he have travelled the oceans to reach the Middle East or what would've constituted as Europe in the year 993 B.C. just to be in time with these empires? And why would he, when the knowledge of the portal and anything connected to it was all founded in his homeland? And why did he decide to rule all these regions and not any in Asia or the Pacific or even the Mayans and Aztecs? Why is it only Rome, Persia, Greece, Babylon and Ancient Egypt!? I NEED REASONS!" and for reasons untold - but quite possibly exaggerated - he sucks in a deep breath and, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!"

Mikey is the one to try and break the silence, "…So, he's had history in Europe? That would explain the 'ye'."

"The what now?" Don is too irate to rationalise.

"Well he said 'ye' way back in-… never mind."

END PART 4