Sorry for taking so long to update. I've been dragged out to an internet-less place far out in the forest (I got to get wireless internet!). I really appreciate it that you're patiently waiting for me. ;-) Thank you all for reviewing, both anonymous reviewers and signed-in people!

In the last chapter, I totally forgot to thank Hakucho and GrimSqueker for helping me to come up with what should be in the containers. Sorry. And thank you!

Disclaimer: If I were to invent something, it would NOT be four mutated turtles running around in the sewers of NYC practising the martial arts.

Chapter 13: Stuff that happens on a boat, part 2

"Oh my God oh my God oh my God! I've lost Prince Albert!"

The great Oruku Saki had flipped out completely. He ran around at the speed of lightning (which is quite remarkable, considering the weight of that silly armour of his), calling out for his precious furry companion.

"Prince Aaaalbeeeeeeert! Where aaaaaaaareee yoooooooouuuuuuuu! Prince Aaaaalbeeeeeeert!"

The Foot Elite looked at each other, exasperated. This was just too pathetic.

"Why are we even working for him?" Foot Elite number 3 mumbled.

"Because it's hard for four extra-super-trained ninjas with cool hats, red glowing eyes and teleporting abilities to get jobs anywhere else," number 2 answered. "Remember before we started working for Shredder, and were looking for jobs? Not even the circus wanted us. They said we were a danger to the audience."

"Yes," number 4 said. "They wanted us to show what we could do, and number 1 almost decapitated one of the clowns with that double-edged katana."

"Well, it's not as if I meant to! He was in my way!" number 1 hissed. "And you shouldn't talk. Remember when we tried out for bellboys at Waldorf-Astoria? Your cloak got stuck between the elevator and the floor in the lobby, and then you almost strangled yourself as the elevator went up."

Number 4 growled, and it looked as if a fight was on its way to break out, when the other two Elite ninjas went between their pals. "Listen guys, just forget about that," number 2 said. "The point is, we all agree that we're working for a maniac. Sure, it's cool to be a Foot Elite ninja, but it comes with a price. And let's not forget that he does give us a generous payment."

"Not to talk about that free haircut we always get as a Christmas bonus," number 3 added.

Hun tapped Saki on the shoulder. "Um, excuse me, master, but what about the turtle?"

"The turtle?" Shredder hissed and glared at Hun. "Who cares about the turtle? Prince Albert's gone! I don't have the time to think about a stupid turtle! I order you all to start looking for Prince Albert!" He sniffed the air. "But you could take a shower first, Hun. Geez, what did you do? You smell like a badger that's died from eating too much fried beans."

"Well, it is not my fault that the only box my size contained garlic."

Once again, Stefan had lost his concepts. He had never before endured this much madness in one day. He stood there and tried to come up with a good way to hand in his resignation, but then decided not to give up. After all, he had been working on this boat for several years, he loved it as if it was his… well… his guinea pig, and so darn it if he was going to let it become a nuthouse without a fight.

He put up a determined face – and left to find the guards.

What has happened to Donatello? Let us jump back in time a few minutes…

As you remember, Don had found an axe on the wall. And since he was really curious about the stuffed animals in the container, what could make more sense than taking the axe down and using it to break the lock?

CRASH!

The container door opened and a herd of pink elephants tumbled out. Don picked one up.

"Åh, rosa elefanter! Vad söta! Undrar vem som ska ha dom?" (1) He was just about to look at the consignment note again, when he felt something on his foot. He looked down, and discovered something small and furry. He bent down and picked it up. "Men ser man på, ett marsvin? Var kommer du ifrån, lille vän?" (2)

In that moment, a head wearing a weird helmet popped around a corner about 100 feet away. It gasped and called out: "Prince Albert!"

The armour-clad figure came around the corner and stood with his arms crossed, while a gigantic guy with a platinum-blonde (obviously dyed) ponytail piled himself up behind him and four types in red cloaks took flanking positions. Donatello tilted his head to the left and mumbled: "Okej, jag har hört att man kan hitta precis vad som helst i New York, men det här är ju löjligt." (3)

The one in the armour spoke. "Hand over that guinea pig at once, turtle, if you value your life!"

Don frowned. "Hursa?" (4)

The Shredder glared at him. "So, you refuse, eh? Then we'll make turtle soup out of you!" (AN: My God, what a cliché, am I right?) He waved his prickly arm around and screamed "Hun, Foot Elite, ATTACK!"

When Donnie saw Shredder, Hun and the Elite ninjas rushing against him, he freaked and ran, still holding the guinea pig. This did not in any way please the Shredder.

"Don't worry, Prince Albert! I'll save you from the mean turtle! DIE GUINEA PIG-NAPPER!"

Leonardo and Michelangelo had found a door, marked 'Lastrum. Obehöriga äga ej tillträde.' (5) They didn't know what it meant, but decided that it was worth a try. It was locked (what is it with this boat and locked doors? Ts ts ts.) but Mikey opened it using the good old 'bang on the lock with your nunchakus until it breaks-technique'. Leo feared that the sound would drag attention to them, but Mikey just shrugged. They opened the door and went in.

"Shall we go right, left or forward?" Mike wondered.

"I'm not sure. Any suggestions?"

"Well, if I was Donnie, I'd keep on forward," Mikey said. "I read somewhere that maniacs prefer not to take any turns when they can avoid it."

Leo raised an eyebrow. "And where exactly did you read that?"

"I think it was in my Silver Sentry comic book issue number 454. He was fighting a mad scientist that never went to the right or left."

"And I assume you think that this is the same thing, since Donnie technically is a mad scientist for the moment?"

"Exactly!" Mikey exclaimed, not catching the sarcasm.

"Right."

In that very moment, Raph called out for his Sensei. He'd spotted a door with the text 'Lastrum. Obehöriga äga ej tillträde'. (5… again) At first, he hadn't thought very much about it, but when he noticed a piece of pepperoni pizza with extra cheese pressed into the keyhole, he got suspicious. "Eh, Sensei? Would ya come 'ere for a bit?"

Splinter came up to him. "What is it, Raphael?"

"Look." Raph gestured to the pizza-filled keyhole.

Splinter raised an eyebrow. "Is that a piece of pepperoni pizza with extra cheese pressed into the keyhole, my son?"

"I think it is, Sensei. It seems as if Donnie's been 'ere not too long ago."

"Indeed you are right. Let us enter and see where this door will lead us."

'Geez, he's sayin' it as if it was a vortex to anotha'dimension or somethin',' Raph thought, but followed his father through the door. "So, which way?"

"Let us keep on forward. That seems to be the most logical solution."

Raphael decided not to point out that Donatello wasn't really in the condition to think logically for the moment.

They had barely taken three steps before they literally bumped into Leonardo and Michelangelo. Of course, Leo freaked again.

"I am so sorry, Sensei! Please forgive me!"

"Do not worry, Leonardo, it is no big deal. I take it you have not seen Donatello?"

"No, master Splinter."

"In that case –"

In that very second, Donatello rushed past. His family barely caught a glimpse of him before he disappeared through the door with the pizza-filled keyhole.

"Was that Don?" Leo asked. No one had the time to answer before the Shredder, Hun and Foot Elite ran past and took the same way Don had taken.

It would not have been very surprising to see four big question marks appear above Leo's, Mikey's, Raph's and Splinter's heads.

"Huh?" was Mikey's intelligent comment.

They stood there with widened eyes for about eight seconds.

Then they ran after Don and the Bad Guys.

Stefan smiled against old mrs Mallowan and her husband. He had sent the guards to the cargo space, and thus put all responsibility on them. Now he was taking his shift as a waiter in the restaurant. "Here's your shrimp soup. What would you like for hot dish?"

"What?" mrs Mallowan said. Her hearing was not what it once had been.

"He was wondering what you'd like to eat, dear," her husband said.

Mrs Malllowan nodded and smiled. "Oh yes. Curtains with green stripes and golden fringes, please."

Stefan frowned. "Pardon, ma'am?"

Mr Mallowan gave Stefan an apologizing smile. "Just give her the kidney pie, please."

"I see. Thank you, sir."

In that moment, the door flew open, and a gigantic turtle wearing a purple piece of cloth stormed in. He crossed the dining hall and vanished. Before the guests and the staff could compose themselves, the door opened again, and a figure wearing armour, a huge man with his hair in a ponytail, and four mysterious persons with red cloaks rushed past. They had barely disappeared, before the door once more opened, and three more really big turtles and an overgrown rat followed in their footsteps. Stefan had to put in much effort so as not to slap his own forehead.

One of the waitresses, Kristina, collected herself and ran out into the kitchen. "Eric!" she called out to the chef. "You must immediately throw that soup overboard! I think the shrimps are too old, they're causing mass hallucinations!"

In the dining hall, Stefan and the rest of the staff fought to stay calm. Sure, some of the guests seemed to take the trauma pretty well, like mrs Mallowan for example ("Oh, lunch and a show!"). But at least three guests had threatened to sue. And that wasn't enough…

"AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! A rat!"

Everyone's looks were drawn to a table where a lady called miss Stein sat. Or, to be precise, she had been sitting. Now she was standing on her chair, horrified, pointing to her plate, where a black and white guinea pig sat and happily munched on a piece of carrot.

"How… shall… we… save… Donnie… from… Shredder?" Mikey panted.

"I have an idea!" Leo called out. "Raph, Sensei, you two keep following them. Mikey and I take a shortcut and overtake them!"

"That's a splendid idea, my perfect son!" Splinter agreed. They split up, but since Leo always had to be perfect, he tried to bow to Splinter while still running. Needless to say, he tripped. Mikey was still snickering when the two of them crossed the deck and hid behind a chimney. Then, he suddenly went very quiet.

"So, now we only have to wait," Leo said and frowned at his baby brother. Mikey didn't answer at first – he was staring against the railing with widened eyes.

"What is it, Mike?" Leo asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Mike carefully took a few steps against the railing, and looked down. "Eh, Leo…? Isn't there supposed to be a dock here?"

So, that's chapter 13. I know it was short, but I wanted to update today. I don't know when I'll update next time, since I'm only in town temporarily – I'm going to Norway with my family, for example – but hopefully, it won't take too long.

1. Oh, pink elephants! How cute! Wonder who's going to get those?

2. Would you look at that, a guinea pig? Where do you come from, little fella?

3. Okay, I have heard that you can find absolutely anything in New York, but this is ridiculous.

4. Pardon?

5. Cargo space. No admittance except on business. (AN: In case you had forgotten.)