Disclaimer: I wish I was the owner of the TMNT...Aw, man! It didn't work (sigh). Those magic lamps should come with a warranty. Fine. I do not own the TMNT. Their awesomeness belongs to Mirage studios.
So…what's the haps? Okay, I'll make this quick. This is the chapter that gets all the other ones rolling, so enjoy it wholeheartedly!
…Okay, it's not that great, but cut me a break. I promise they'll get better!
Leo's hold loosens on the book about gardening that he has read thrice before as he slumps in his seat, sleep trying to take him hostage. Raph is unbelievably bored, the unusually calm turtle absent mindedly flicking through channels. He pauses momentarily at one displaying a car explosion, but his attention wanders quickly. Mikey is sprawled across the floor with Klunk curled up on his shell, his sugar coma beginning to fail him as he comes to. Deflatedly, Don throws the paper plates and plastic utensils from lunch in a black garbage can, making an unnecessary amount of noise. This disturbs his Sensei, who is as usual in his quarters.
They stay in similar positions for another two hours, except for Don. He grabs a stock market magazine and sits down in the brown easy chair, flipping it open to a random page. When he is engrossed in the rising value of Apple stocks, April enters the lair with a clean load of laundry. Smiling, she greets brightly, "Hi, guys!"
In return, she receives a nod from both Leo and Raph, an apathetic wave from Don and a partially friendly grunt from Mikey, now having rolled over on his plastron. Miffed that her arrival hasn't seemed to disturb them at all, she says to herself, 'These guys have the most incredible technology in the world, and they won't even useit! It looks like I'm going to have to do something about it.'
She places the garbage bag of laundry on the floor by the stairs and continues into the living area. She steps over Mikey and bends over Don, peeking over the top of his page. Smiling tightly, she says sarcastically, "Hello to you, too."
Don gives her a half hearted smile and returns to his reading. 'Men,' she scoffs, rubbing at her neck. But she has a plan to get them out into the world and try all the things they have never experienced as isolated teen boys. This is going to be fun. April faces the four boys and proposes, "There's a dance club on Peter's Street, and tonight is half price night for entry fees. You guys should tag along with Casey and I, for some fun."
Donatello's throat constricts, but not because of the alarming decrease in the value of metropolis apartments. All concentration lost, he lowers the magazine from his face and stares at all his brothers, who look at him with just as much perplexity on their features. Leo fabricates an excuse off the top of his head, and opens his mouth to tell his little white lie. However, Master Splinter intervenes.
"Go, my sons," their father insists. Raph starts to protest, but Splinter continues, "You have not left the lair for many days, apart from running errands or training,"
Master splinter's word is law, and if one tries to dismiss it, they get a lot more than what they bargained for. Knowing this Donatello sighs in defeat, dragging himself to his lab. Upon returning, he tosses a molecular changer at each of his brothers, and suggests, "You had better get started setting those things, they'll take a while. Trust me."
A look of remote relief on his face, Master Splinter murmurs, "Thank you, Miss O'Ne-April," a grateful smile on his face.
"No problem," she responds in a low voice. She giggles quietly at the look of betrayal and resentment on the boys' faces, saying, "The guys need a night out just as much as I do."
"And I need an evening without the boys," Master Splinter admits with a fond chuckle, pinching the bridge of his nose to subside his small headache. "There is only so much on can block out with meditation."
This will be…interesting. Hehehehe... I hope you enjoyed this chapter, there's more coming up, so please continue reading! Thanks very much, and please review!