I know I'm late again, sorry. I was attacked by writer's block, but since Christmas is coming up, I decided to get off my lazy ass and do something about it. This chapter is my combined Christmas present and birthday gift for you. (What? Since when is it a crime to give people presents on your own birthday?) Yes, I'll be 20 tomorrow, the 22d of December.

I have the great pleasure to inform you that this story was voted Second Best Parody in the TMNT Fan Fiction Competition 2006! Yay! Thanks, everyone who voted for and nominated me!

IMPORTANT INFO! Djurgården is a city part in Stockholm. Here lie both Skansen and Gröna Lund. Skansen is kind of a big park. It's partly a zoo with mostly domestic animals, but also a place to just wander around and have a picnic and stuff. Every year, they have a Christmas market where you can buy all kinds of Christmas-related stuff. For more info about Skansen, go to www . skansen . se and click "In English". Gröna Lund is an amusement park, parts of it are open during the time of the year that this story takes place. I guess that great boats not usually anchor at Djurgården, but Mälarens Flamma will. So there.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, but neither do you, so we're equal.

Chapter 16: Reaching their destination

As Mikey and Leo sneaked away to "borrow" some coats, caps and mittens, Splinter hurried to write a note to Donatello with a little help from the dictionary – one could never know whether he was going to disappear again as soon as the ship anchored. Unfortunately, he didn't succeed very well with the grammar.

Donatello,

Leonardo, Raphael och Michelangelo är din broders. Jag är din far. Du har förlorade din minne. Oss leva in New York och har till åka hem fort. Din är inte Svenska. Inte spring när vi stoppa. Stanna med vi. Måste hålla ihop.

Splinter (1)

Donnie read the note that was handed to him. He raised an eye ridge and then looked at his father. "Vet du vad? Det där måste vara den sumpigaste grammatik jag någonsin har stött på. Fast jag fattar i alla fall." (2) He put a comforting hand on Mikey's shoulder. "Oroa er inte för att bli borttappade i folkmassan. Håll er bara nära mig så ska ni se att allt kommer att gå bra." (3)

Raphael mumbled: "Why do I get this feelin' that everythin' will go wrong?"

Stefan sighed happily. Mälarens flamma would stay in Sweden for three days before going back to New York, which meant he and the rest of the crew got a short-term leave. He was going to visit the annual Christmas market at Skansen – that would be some nice relaxation after the stressful crossing over the Atlantic. He still couldn't quite understand who – or even what – those strange overgrown animals were, not to mention the crazy guy in the armour. They made him confused and freaked him out. Getting away for a couple of days would be great.

As the ship anchored and he strolled down the gangway, he failed to notice five shadows getting ashore in their own special way.

"Allvarligt talat, Splinter, jag fattar inte varför vi ska klättra nerför det här repet för att komma iland. Kan vi inte bara ta landgången?" (4)

The rat figured that using the gangway was too risky, so the mutated family used a nearby rope to get down to the wharf and feel some real ground under their feet again. Naturally, this brought great joy to Leonardo. And, just as naturally, it brought great confusion to Donatello. He couldn't understand why he was clinging onto a rope, with Leo, Mikey and Raph under him and Splinter above him, instead of walking down the perfectly useful gangway.

Splinter smiled, bent down and patted the confused turtle's shoulder in, what he thought, was an encouraging way. Unfortunately, since Donnie wasn't much of a ninja anymore, that was all it took for him to lose his grip on the rope. Leo, who was directly under him, grabbed the collar of his coat as he flew by and managed to stop him from falling down and land in the undoubtedly cold water. The added weight, though, made him slide down the rope, faster and faster. He crashed into first Mike and then Raph, bringing them with him, whereupon all the turtles landed on the wharf in a heap – right in front of the widened eyes of Stefan. He screamed and ran.

Their father landed beside them with grace and elegance, paying no attention to the hysterical human, who was leaving very quickly. "My sons? Are you all right?" he asked the mess of shells, arms and legs before him. With some difficulty, Raph's head popped up. "Nevah… been… bettah," he groaned. "What makes ya think otherwise, Master?"

"Never mind." Splinter shook his head. "I do not know why I asked."

Donnie crawled out of the heap and managed to stand up on wobbly legs. He looked around and tilted his head. "Vänta lite, säg inte att…" (5) He brightened. "Jag är på Djurgården! Äntligen! Dags för lite kul!" (6) he beamed.

He was about to rush off again, but Splinter grabbed his arm and looked at him sternly. His brothers got on their feet and surrounded him. Their body language practically screamed: "We're staying right here!"

Don frowned at them before smiling again. "Kom igen, var inte såna glädjedödare. Ni kan ju hänga på!" (7)

His family's expressions did not change. Donny was getting a bit annoyed with them, and was about to say something when they heard a shout.

"It's those blasted turtles again! CHARGE, PRINCE ALBERT! Oh, and the rest of you, too."

The mutated ninjas looked up just in time to see the Shredder, Hun and three of the Foot Elite rushing against them. A guinea pig perched on Saki's shoulder.

"Great! I've been dyin' for some butt-kickin', haven't beaten anything up for days!" Raph smirked and twirled his sais. Splinter, however, had different ideas.

"This is not the right place, nor the right time for an argument! Quickly, my sons, run!"

He started doing just that, followed by Mikey and Leo, who dragged a confused Donatello after him. Raph refused to move. "No way! I ain't gonna run away from a fight!"

"Get moving, Raph, or I'll have Donnie paint your sais blue and yellow!" Mikey shouted.

His older brother paled. "Well, some runnin' now and then never hurt anybody!" He took off after his family, the bad guys close on his heels.

"Come here, you stupid reptiles! Prince Albert and I have some things to tell you!" Shredder screamed. He turned his head to look at his companions, and nearly tripped. "Keep running, my loyal minions!"

Number 3 frowned. "I'm… almost… getting… jealous… of… Number 4 now," he panted.

"You're… kidding… right?" number 1 hissed. "I… don't… know… what's… worse, being… with… the Shredder… or… with Julia!" Number 2 nodded. They all thought about what had happened earlier that day…

FLASHBACK

"So, I guess this is where we part," Julia said, her eyes glistening with tears.

"Yes." Number 4 had never felt so sad. "I'm gonna miss you, Julia."

"I… I…" Julia burst out in tears. Number 4 held her in a close embrace as she sobbed hysterically. "I don't want to leave you, number 4! I love you! I have never felt like this before!"

The Elite also started crying. "I love you too, Julia! You're the only one for me!"

"WAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"WAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Foot Elite numbers 1, 2 and 3 popped their heads up from behind a life boat. "Geez, number 4, why don't you just leave the Foot and marry her already!" Number 2 rolled his eyes.

The two lovers both stopped crying. They first looked at number 2, then at each other. They started grinning.

Three pairs of eyes widened. "No. No no no! I didn't really mean that!" number 2 stuttered, but it was too late. Number 4 sunk to one knee and took Julia's hand. "Julia Lind, I adore the ground you walk on. I worship your beauty. I hold everything that's got anything to do with you close to my heart. I love you, Julia. Will you marry me?"

The large blue eyes of Julia beamed. "Of course I will!" she gasped and kissed him.

Number 1 and 3 groaned and hit number 2 over the head.

END FLASHBACK

The three Elite ninjas were so caught up in their thinking that they nearly ran into a fifty-two-years-old lady, who had been sitting on a bench tossing bread crumbs to the ducks not a minute ago, while trying to figure out the meaning of life or something else deep I cannot come up with. She was interrupted in her philosophizing when five mutants, one alien, four humans and a guinea pig ran past.

(Later, this lady told her family about this strange encounter. At first, they thought she was pulling their legs, and when they found out that she indeed wasn't, they put her in the nuthouse. There she used 17 rolls of toilet paper and her lipstick to write a book about her meeting with the giant reptiles and the other freaky people and called it A Mentally Stable, Not Insane In Any Way Whatsoever Woman Remembers. It immediately became a bestseller on the black market and she got quite some royalties. She used some of the money to bribe the "nice men in white coats" to let her out of the nuthouse. She wrote several books after that, with titles such as I Am Not A Loony! and My Relatives' Reactions When I Told Them That They Weren't In My Last Will. She moved to Mongolia and lived happily ever after. Her name was Anna-Karin Stromberg. This is of no relevance to the story whatsoever, but I thought you might be interested. Or not. Whatever.)

"My sons! This way!" Splinter shouted. The turtles turned and followed their father through a wide gate. They rounded a corner – and stood dumbfounded. Whatever they had expected, this wasn't it.

Mikey found his voice first. "Cool! A roller coaster!"

Master Splinter, Leonardo and Raphael groaned. This day was getting worse by every minute.

Yep, I brought Stefan back into the picture! Couldn't leave one of my favourite OCs to his fate, now could I? There will be more of him later!

1. Donatello,

Leonardo, Raphael and Michelangelo is your brother's. I am yours father. You has lost yours memory. Us lives in New York and has to got home quickly. Your is not Swedish. Not run when we stops. Stays with we. Must stay together.

Splinter (A/N: Yes, I screwed up the grammar on purpose.)

2. You know what? That has to be the lousiest grammar I have ever run into. But I get it anyway.

3. Don't worry about getting lost in the crowd. Just stay close to me and you'll see that everything will work out fine.

4. Seriously speaking, Splinter, I don't understand why we shall climb down this rope to get ashore. Couldn't we just use the gangway?

5. Wait a minute, don't tell me…

6. I'm at Djurgården! At last! Time for some fun!

7. Come on, don't be such kill-joys. You can come with!

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU!