I own nothing. This is mostly taken from the 1987 show's episode "Return of the Shredder!"

Two of my students, Leonardo and Michelangelo had gone out grocery shopping earlier that day. Such an outing would not have taken place just months before. Only I used to go out for food, and then I only looked in dumpsters. But April had taken my students up and out into the world of New York City during her investigations into the Shredder, the Foot, and my old enemy's new ally the alien Kraang. Now, wearing trench coats and hats, my students going grocery shopping in pairs seemed one of the smallest risks we'd taken lately.

April loaned us money for such treats off shelves in human stores now and we repaid her with story tips. She had had a successful series of news reports on other tunnel dwellers since Shredder disappeared along with his new ally and the technodrome. She'd also done other follow up stories on rusty pipes and cracks in the sewer lines. Her reputation and status at the office seemed to have gone up after her return from her long absence due to her first investigating with us and then aiding us for which I was glad. Our lives really had improved since she had nearly run into my students, and they had rescued her. I wished us to also improve her life in return.

Right now, my students were enjoying pizza while I enjoyed some time alone in our living room. Though "being alone" while living together in our home is an … imprecise term. Right now, I could clearly hear them chewing and speaking to one another. After he swallowed a bite of his pizza, I heard Donatello say, "Hey Michelangelo told us how you trashed those two punks in the supermarket."

Raphael said, "Just our luck to miss it! We could have used the workout."

Michelangelo replied. "Ah, those dudes were easy. Not like taking on Shredder's Foot Ninjas."

Donatello changed the subject slightly in his thoughtful tone. "Kinda weird, you know. If it wasn't for Shredder, we'd still be four tiny little pet turtles."

Michelangelo continued with his usual casual cheerfulness. "For sure! That was pretty cool how his mutating gel made us grow."

Leonardo replied with some sharpness and sadness in his usually level voice. "Yeah, but that same gel left our master trapped in the form of a rat."

Raphael let out a little fire in his anger. "Boy, I'd like to go one on one with that Shred-head!"

I almost interrupted, but Donatello did first putting strength and calm blandness into his tone. "Ah, forget it Raphael. Shredder's stuck in Dimension X along with the flipped-out brain creature Kraang."

Then, suddenly, I felt it was not so. I was almost trembling as I called out for my students. "Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, Raphael!"

My students all turned their faces toward me. Then pizzas flew as they leapt from the table. Soon they surrounded me weapons in hand. If I had been their enemy, rather than their beloved teacher, I may have been in some danger. As it was, Leonardo asked. "Master Splinter, what is it?"

I explained I felt the Shredder was coming soon. He loomed over our lives now like dark clouds over the ocean before a ship. Donatello tried to brush my concerns aside. "Shredder? But that's impossible! We saw him sucked into Dimension X."

I in turn assured him evil so great couldn't be so quickly and completely destroyed. I feared our work in pushing the destruction he would cause far back from the earth had only just begun. I also feared what we might lose in that fight. Mostly, I feared for my students who only had so much skill and far less experience in waging a long war against a far more seasoned foe.

For days, I trained my students more than I ever had before. I also encouraged Donatello to improve the inventions he had built into the "Party Wagon" as my students had titled our new vehicle. He was also attempting to improve our phones. Thus, Donatello answered a call from a rather panicked April trying to contact Leonardo.

Happy to be inventing and still not convinced by my fears, Donatello replied to April's call with cheerfulness. "Hi April, It's Donatello! What's up?"

She nearly shouted back. "Hurry down to the channel 6 offices. It's an emergency! You turtles are about to become public enemy number 1!"

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ScribeofHeroes