So...I've realized falling into the old habit of having a lot of chapters in a Ninja Turtles fanfic with none of the canon TMNT Characters well this chapter is to make up for that.

As they went into the utility room, Jonathan sat down on a large wooden crate as what he hoped would be his future daughter in-law, huffed and fumed as she paced back and forth, her tail all floofed up and she was practically frothing at the mouth.

"I don't get it! It makes no sense! How can they be so stupid?! Why am I and Uncle Gus the only smart ones in the family?!"

And Jonathan was not the Scarecrow but the genuine Psychologist in this moment, quietly listening and letting her get her feelings off her chest but then he interjected.

"I think your sister seems to have quite a bit of brains in her...Probably helped that while her parents were completely frozen with fear, the fugitive Humanimals of all species stepped in to help raise her during her formative years, which is why she has grown so confidant despite the situation she was in...Ichabod has told me the stories you told him about your family Marzipan...I think you were a very big influence on your sister, I think she looked up to you, despite you only seeing her as a pest who stole your toys...I know you constantly chased her away from following you when you wanted to go into the woods to play your games of make-believe...You wanted that time to be your sanctuary the time when you could completely be yourself without anyone watching or interfering…"

Marzipan froze and looked at Jonathan...This human seemed so much wiser than her own parents, understood her so much better...With the precarious place her relationship with Ichabod was in right now she realized she was terrified about not having Jonathan just as much if not more than losing Ichabod…"

She ran to Jonathan, hugging him and burying his face inn his chest and began crying again!

"I think I love you more than I love my own parents!" She cried realizing what a terrible thing to say that was!

"It's all right My Dear…" Jonathan soothed as he stroked her head-fur. "...Sometimes that's just the way of life for some of us...The unfortunate truth...I think..."(As he had been studying her family) "...Is the invasion made your parents neuroses even worse...Unfortunately when disaster strikes not everyone rises to the occasion...Sometimes...They just sink even lower…"

Meanwhile Don offered Arctica to take her to the Northampton Farmhouse to talk...Arctica was of course eager to talk anywhere Don was willing to…

That evening as they went for a walk in the woods, Don sighed "It still amazes me...That now I don't have to worry about humans seeing me...More than just being OK with the fact I'm a Mutant...They recognize me as the hero I am...Mikey might enjoy the hero worship but I still feel overwhelmed by it…"

Arctica winced realizing just how different Don's life had been from her own realizing as a teen, she had barely spent enough time to really get to know him, despite the great impression he left on her…

"I...I can't imagine what it would like to live the life you had...To be regarded as a freak and have to hide from Humanity's eyes with only a few humans for friends...There had never been a world to me where Humanimals were not known...Now on Mizzer we were loved and could walk about freely...On the Wrangler Worlds we were hated but we were still needed so while the Wrangler sneered at us, they didn't fear us...Or...Perhaps didn't show overt fear...I think it's clear that they enslaved us because they feared our superior strength! If a Humanimal just flipped out and went rabid or something they would be screaming and running in terror!"

Don sighed realizing it really was like the Town Mouse and the Country Mouse, which most modern interpretations of the tale say both the city and the country had their dangers but people tend to prefer 'The devil they know' Don felt being mostly unknown from Humanity for most of his life, even if it wasn't always pleasant, he much preferred the freedom it granted him and he felt he would never have traded that for being a slave...Known and hated for it!

"This really is a beautiful place…" Arctica said deciding to change the subject as she took a deep sniff with her long lupine nose "...And not just to the eyes! It is beautiful to all the senses! Even the scent of the livestock nearby gives deep earthy notes to symphony of scents!"

"Oh!" Don chuckled "I thought you were just liking the smell of cows cuz as a wolf you're smelling your natural prey!"

And Arctica laughed "Oh! How I missed to good old fashioned Racist jokes the Mizzer Humanimals would say at each other!" And they both knew the 'Racist Jokes' were the kind said in good humor among friends particularly among males who tell those jokes as a means of easing tension

"Really…" Arctica continued "...Very few times did I ever travel outside the city of Dahlia...The most wilderness I usually experience was when my Dad took me to golf courses when he did business deals over games of golf, while he played golf and talked I spent most of my time running around chasing butterflies!"

"Now that I remember our adventure…" Don chuckled "...I remembered that that 'Happy Meadow' when we Dream Shared seemed more like a golf course.

"But this…" Arctica said as she sniffed again "...Is true country...On the edge of deep wilderness…"

They walked deeper into the woods…

So Arctica was very much a typical 'Valley Girl' on Mizzer as the place she lived was the equivalent to Southern California