Disclaimer: I am not in possession of the TMNT. They are the coolest thing ever, yet I do not even have my own little piece of them. That will change. What's my plan to change that, you ask? Simple. I'll tell you my plan in five easy steps:
1) Sneak into the building where all the people who work on the TMNT are.
2) Either set off a fire alarm, place traps in strategic places, or lure all the people away by screaming "BAKE SALE!" as loudly as possible (most likely third distraction).
3) Hack into a computer database.
4) Change all the copyrights and such to my name and a company of my creation (perhaps 'Super Trooper Midnight Lightning Bats' or 'Spanish Rocket Ninja').
5) Run like heck!
That is my brilliant plan!…except for the fact that I'm using my name for the copyright. Might have to think that through a little more…
Enjoy the chapter!


"Dang it! I pressed the wrong button again," mutters Raphael in a corner, seething with frustration as he fiddles violently with his molecular changer. Don looks on at his discouraged brothers, poised neatly on the edge of the couch as he waits patiently for them wearing his own molecular changer.

Leonardo presses the last setting, finally finished. He stands, letting out a thankful sigh. Now he dreads actually having to wear the thing. Strapping it on his wrist, Leo pushes the set button, the anticipation squeezing his stomach. In mere milliseconds, his place is taken by a tall, muscular man with thick, chestnut hair, lightly tanned skin and long, nimble fingers. Dimples appear when he smiles uncertainly at his brothers, agog with shock. Only his eyes stay their intense brown, flitting over his strange body.

"This isn't as uncomfortable as I thought it would be," he remarks, more to reassure himself than his siblings.

Raphael finishes his settings shortly, and satisfied, pushes the big, red button. Instantly he becomes a dark haired man, with more muscles than Don or Leo and a darker complexion. He appears rugged, and a little intimidating, but his brothers relax once they see his familiar hazel eyes, peering at them questioningly.

Once his shaking fingers stop quivering long enough for him to use them, Mikey presses the button, half expecting the device to explode. Instead of the forecast detonation, Mikey turns into a blond haired blue eyed boy, his lightly tanned skin pulled tightly over muscles. His cheeks lift as he smiles as quirkily as ever, his blue eyes sparkling in impish delight.

"I guess we're ready to go?" Leo suggests, unsure about their decision or more accurately, their Master's decision. Before he has the chance to flee from the injustice, an exclamation comes from the door.

"Wow, you guys look…different," April observes, taken aback, with Casey just as shocked on her arm. Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello, and Leonardo all have to do a double take.

April looks, well, gorgeous. Fiery red hair pulled up, a turquoise, strapless dress hugging her slight body. Their eyes are the size of saucers as they stare for a second but the four quickly snap out of it. To regain face, they throw in compliments like poker chips.

"Whoa, you clean up good, April," Raph compliments.

Still stunned, Leo says, "You look very nice," although she looks much more than nice.

Don nods his head, praising, "I have to give you your props," eyes unable to tear away. A foolish grin overpowering his face, Mikey tries to flatter her by complimenting, "You're looking very lovely this evening, April. Is that cleavage?"

Everyone gives Mikey one of those looks that says 'It would be better if you didn't talk'. Raph goes for the direct approach and whacks him across the back of the head ruthlessly.

"Ow! What? I was just saying what everyone else was thinking," Mikey poorly defends himself. He pouts to try and soften the cruel souls who submitted him to such violence, his eyes big and sad. Uninfluenced by the look of pain on his face, April rolls her eyes fondly. She steps between Leo and Don and links one arm in each of their. Excitement unconcealed, she insists, "What are we waiting for? Let's go!" She practically drags them to the door, using an untapped reservoir of strength to force them out of the lair. Casey snags Mikey by the collar and ushers him and Raph to the exit despite Raph's grumbling.

Once all is quiet, Master Splinter opens one eye and sighs. An affectionate but exhausted smile on his face, he murmurs, "Peace at last."

Oh, Mikey. Mikey, Mikey, Mikey...indeed, everyone else was thinking that, but they did not say it, therefore, you are still in trouble.
This wasn't a very eventful chapter, neither were the ones before it, but I promise to give you some really good stuff soon...if anyone is actually reading my story...
I can assure you will be slightly impressed with my story when I get to the more exciting points of my story.
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