Journal entry N°20- Klunk's thoughts:
Haters gonna hate
Yawning languidly, I wake up from my sixth nap.
Boy, what a crazy dream I had! Catnip everywhere, tuna cans and wool balls… oh my, that was paradise.
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"MIKEEEEY!"
"Aw man, just when I'm at the end of the story!"
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I stretch my limbs, arch my back, yawn again and sit down.
Hmm, I still feel sleepy.
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"MIIIIKEEEEY!"
"WHAT!"
"COME DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!"
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I shake my head and scratch that annoying itch behind my ear. Damn itch, why won't you leave?
I don't have any fleas!
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"What is it and don't tell me it's a prank because I haven't left my room today, dude"
"Look at my documents!"
"Ew, what's that thing!"
"I told you to keep your cat away from my lab! Now there are hairballs all over my notes!"
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Once itch is gone, I jump out of my turtle-dad's bed and stretch a little more.
Ah, popping joints~
Pop-pop-pop… heh, sounds like popcorn.
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"WHERE ARE THE LITTLE TURD AND HIS FLEA BAG?!"
"Shell, gotta run. See ya, Donnie!"
"Don't you dare leave now! You're cleaning up your cat's mess!"
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Man, I still feel tired!
Should I take another nap or just groom myself? I think I haven't groomed myself in a few days now.
Hmmm. Decisions, decisions.
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"There you are, numbskull. C'mere!"
"OW, OW! DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO PULL MY MASK?!"
"Raph, he was going to clean up-"
"-later, Brainiac"
"Ow, ow! Raphie, you're hurting meeee"
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Licking my paw; I can't reach my neck.
Licking my belly and licking my leg~
Doo, dee doo, mew mew.
Doo dee doo, meow~
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"Why are we in the garage?"
"Your stupid fleabag used my bike's seat as scratching post! AGAIN!"
"He has a name, you know? And it's not his fault that seat is… well… scratchable! … Is that even a word?"
"Why I oughta!"
"MEEP!"
"Hold on a second, Raph. I need to have a few words with him before you pummel him"
"Leo?"
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There, all clean and shiiiiny!
Cat fellows, watch out! The Klunkers might blind you with his awesomeness.
And ladies… I'm available~ Mrowr!
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"Thanks for saving me, Leo. Raph's just crazy, man"
"I'm right behind you"
"AHH!"
"Mikey, Klunk has gone too far this time"
"And what did he do now?"
"Fearless, just let me kick his ass!"
"Let me finish, Raph!"
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Turtle-dad is taking FOREVER! And I'm bored!
Uh, wool ball!
Pounce attack in three… two… one…
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"See the swords' hilts? They have bite marks!"
"Whoa Leo, you shouldn't do that to your teeth. Really, just ask Donnie for a chewy toy"
"…"
"What"
"He's all yours, Raph"
"WAIT, WAIT! I WAS JOKING-AHH! RAPH, NOT THE FACE!"
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Great, now I'm tangled. Uh, hello? Turtle-dad? Little help here!
Oh wait.
Nope! Nope, I'm fine! I freed myself.
Well, duh! I'm awesome like that, why wouldn't I be able to free myself from… Uhhh~ Catnip!
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"MICHELANGELO!"
"Aw man, not Sensei too- ACK! Raph, I told you no wet Willy!"
"Raphael, release your brother. He owes me an explanation for this!"
"Uh… aren't those your new robes?"
"Precisely, my son"
"Ohhh hohoh. You're gonna get it, chucklehead"
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Woohoo! This is cat-paradise! Now I only need cat-babes, tuna and the evil red dot in my paw for me to nom it. God, I could roll in this bed all day! I hope turtle-dad doesn't mind I used his bed as catnip pool.
Meh, whatever.
He loves me too much to care and besides, a little bit of catnip will do him good and help him sleep.
Oh, I can hear him coming.
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"Klunk, we need to talk- OH MY GOD! MY BED!"
Whoa, not so loud! Don't you know cat ears are like really sensitive? Seriously, dad!
"Is this catnip?"
No, it's cinnamon. Of course it's catnip! Now, shut up and join the party. Wheeee~
"You got it all over my bed!"
You're welcome, Captain Obvious.
"Klunkers Hamato, you're grounded! No catnip or extra tuna for a month, you hear me?"
WHAT! Oh, c'mon. That's not fair!"Meeeow! Meww mew meeeoowww!"
"Don't use that tone with me, Mister, or I'll add extra baths to your punishment!"
Time to call in the big guns. "Meow~ Mrowr mew~"
"Kitty eyes won't work this time. Just look at this mess! Weren't Sensei's robes, Raph's bike, Don's papers and Leo's swords enough fun for you that you had to mess up with my bed?"
"…"
"Say something!"
If you insist…
I jump off the bed and stroll towards the door elegantly. Before I reach the door, I turn around and meow:
"Haters gonna hate"
… and then I'm gone. Long live Klunk.
Peace!
End of Journal entry N°20
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Do you see these moves, son?
Do. You. See. These. Moves?!
We're not going anywhere but forward, barrels and changelings. Forward!
Brofist and brohoofs for all everyone except barrels and changelings.
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