Hey! My name's Roxy Goth and I haven't written for TMNT for a little while. This story is a TMNT adaptation of Clue [1985] It's not going to be a straight adaption of the film, I'm trying to adapt it to the TMNT characters.
I do now own TMNT or Clue in any way, shape of form.
On the night of the third a long black car drew up to the mansion. A small Japanese man got out of it, carrying some shopping under his arm and headed towards the door. He froze as he barking started and looked at the two guard dogs who were barking furiously at him.
Would they never learn? "Sit!" He bellowed and the dogs sat. He threw them a bone [literally] as a treat and then let himself into the mansion. As soon as he did he heard soft jazz-type music. He sighed. Trust Mona Lisa to crank the radio up the moment he'd gone. He strolled towards the library.
"Enjoying yourself?" He asked.
"Very much." She said in that delicious accent of hers, while completely missing the sarcasm. "I love this singer, he is called-"
"I know who he is." The man stepped closer. "You have your instructions?"
"Yes."
"Good." With that he left the library and headed to the kitchen. "The guests will be arriving soon." He said. "Michelangelo, when-?"
"Dinner will be in twenty minutes." The young chef said with a smile. Clad with blonde curly hair and a face full of freckles, he looked like he was still in college. He wasn't. He'd just turned 37.
The Japanese man nodded and then jumped slightly when the bell rang. Time for the charade to begin. He straightened his tie and went to let the guest in.
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Outside in the rain a tall gentleman with a crop of black shiny hair waited anxiously. He eyed the dogs growling near him with disdain and went to ring the bell again.
It was opened by a short Japanese man wearing a butlers outfit. "Colonel Raphael?"
The taller man bristled slightly. "No, that's not my name. My name is-"
"Forgive me sir." The butler cut in. "But I think considering the circumstances here tonight, you will be grateful to my employer for the use of an alias. Please come in."
Suitably chastened Colonel Raphael entered.
"I am Splinter." The butler informed him. "I'll be your butler tonight. Just in here." He opened the door to the study. "Mona Lisa, please give the colonel anything he desires. Within reason that is."
Colonel Raphael smiled at Mona Lisa and subconsciously fiddled with his tie. Remembering something he wanted to ask, he turned to Splinter only to see him gone as the bell had rang again.
Outside a short Japanese women with a dark bob of hair stood clad in white. Glaring at the dogs barking at her she yelled at them to sit and they did so with a whimper.
The door was opened by the butler, who appraised the situation. "I see you have a way with animals."
The lady gave a tight smile. "I'm good with bitches, yes. Do you know who I am?"
"Only that you are to be known as Miss Karai."
"Correct. It said so in the letter." She walked in and draped her white coat over Splinters outstretched arm. "Where do you want me?"
"Through here, Miss Karai." She was shown into the study where Mona Lisa was topping up Colonel Raphael's drink. Splinter introduced them and the two women nodded stiffly at each other.
Meanwhile about fifteen minutes drive away a young women was cursing her car as it refused to work. Of all nights! It wasn't like she could call the police or her break down, was it? No she'd have to rely on a...passing motorist. She beamed as a pair of headlights came into view and started waving frantically. Please stop, please stop, please stop...
The car stopped and the window rolled down. The women gasped. "Doctor! What on earth are you doing here? Off delivering a baby?"
"You know very well I'm not that kind of doctor." The man said with more fondness than irritation. "I'm taking it you need a lift?"
"Yes please!" The women hopped in the car and he asked where she was going.
"I think it's called Boddy Manor-" She said, digging a note out of her purse.
The doctors eyes went wide and he grabbed the note of off her. "Hang on a minute, I got a letter like this." He stared at her. "What the hell is going on?"
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A similar thought was going through Mrs Irma's mind as she was ushered into the study. She was announced by Splinter and she smiled, nodded, and nearly tripped over her own feet. She grabbed onto the nearest thing, which happened to be Colonel Raphael, and managed to righten herself.
"Sorry." She said, with a giggle. "Ooh, champagne!" She took a glass from Mona Lisa's tray and sipped at it. "Is this all of us?"
"We're still waiting on three." Splinter said. The bell rang again and off Splinter went. He returned momentarily with a young man who had short brown hair and intelligent-looking eyes. "Mr Leonardo."
Mr Leonardo bobbed his head slightly, avoiding eye contact.
"Would you like a drink?" Splinter asked, indicating Mona Lisa.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Mr Leonardo said, stiffly. "No, thank you. I don't drink."
"I'll have his." Colonel Raphael said, and before anyone could stop him had picked up and downed the champagne.
The bell went a final time. Not expecting it, Mrs Irma jumped and spilled her drink onto Mr Leonardo. "I'm so SO sorry!" She gasped, dabbing at his neckline with her hanky.
While Mr Leonardo was reassuring Mrs Irma, Splinter was opening the front door. Outside a women with bright red hair and a yellow evening gown was waiting with a man who wore a purple suit and had a pair of glasses that just completed the absent-minded professor look.
"Miss April and Doctor Donatello, I presume? I didn't realise you were acquainted."
"More than that." Miss April said, with a smile. "We're dating." She beamed at the butler and strode confidently into the hallway.
With an almost apologetic look Doctor Donatello nodded at Splinter awkwardly and followed his girlfriend in.
Huh. Splinter hadn't realised they were...together. This might throw his plans out. He shut the door and hurried into the study to introduce them. "Doctor Donatello and Miss April." He said, before adding. "Of course, seeing as you've all been given a false name you'll realise that no one is being addressed by their real name."