A/N: Just when you think the Turtles can't get any dorkier...they make this episode. "I don't wanna be trapped in the 1980's!" Even my mom found that funny...

Anyway, here's Andrea!

Disclaimer: If I owned it, they wouldn't be LARP-ing with their masks on.

Andrea watched her master from a perch up above him as he worked on something. She quite liked this one of the green creatures the human female had given her to. He was different from the other three, and she was often near him, if not in his arms.

He was such a sweet male.

The only thing, though, was he was often tense. Sure, in here, he was fine, but whenever he was near his litter-mates, he suddenly became very nervous. It was as if he thought they were going to hurt him!

Why would someone fear their litter-mates? Weren't they all supposed to be close?

Andrea chose not to worry about it too much and just keep an eye on her master.

Suddenly one of his litter-mates came in and the two of them spoke for a bit before the smaller creature left. Her master gave a sharp whistle, and Andrea leaped down into his arms. Lunchtime!

Once in the kitchen, her master placed Andrea on the ground and poured some food for her before sitting with his litter-mates and sire. One thing that always confused her was how the creature whom resembled the rodents she would sometimes chase had the scent of being the sire of her master and his litter-mates.

Then again, she had gone through strange changes thanks to a mysterious glowing liquid. Perhaps the same had happened to the strange family she was now a part of.

Before Andrea could start eating, there was yelling from one of her master's litter-mates. The temperamental one.

Uh oh. This couldn't end well. She knew that the temperamental one always had a way of hurting her master somehow despite interference from her, their litter-mates, and their sire.

Didn't mean none of them tried.

Andrea slowly walked under the table in such a way her feline ancestors would be proud, and studied the legs under the table. This one had to be it...

"Gah! Donnie, your stupid cat bit me again!"

"We're working on it. I just don't think she likes you, not that I blame her..."

"Very funny..." Despite his skepticism, the hothead chose to leave her master alone for the rest of the meal.

Mission accomplished.

A/N: Huh...this is gonna end up being in their minds, isn't it? Why are owls always-GET RID OF THE TURKEY HEAD! Aw, and Mikey's scared of squirrels.

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