TMNT Cuz' It's 2:49 In The Morning

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|Monday|

"Imagine, B/N...I, bound for greatness. Destined to protect the people of New York."

"That's dumb."

"A dark force is growi--"

"And, that's why I want you kids home before 7."

"We know, ma."

"...A criminal organization, known as the foot clan."

"That's a dumb name."

"So named because they step over the good people of this city with no regard."

"Pretty sure it's because they couldn't come up with anything better...'cause they're dumb."

"The people of New York will look upon us as their only hope."

"This is the real---"

"Shush, child."

"World."

"Eyes focused. Elbows locked. Stance low. And we begi---."

"Sweetie, can you do the dishes for me?"

"I'll be right there!"

"Be one with the blades. Lead their path."

"Why-- why do you have that kni--...You want toast?"

"When you're done with the dishes, go get Gator, Y/N."

...

"Gator!"

A young girl called out, hurrying out of her house.

"Gator--oh! There you are!" The said girl crouches down, picking up her 'gator'.

The yellow chick curiously looks up at her as she smiles at it.

"C'mon, gator, Mom needs you inside," she mentioned, bringing it inside. "I promise, I'll be back soon...since I don't have anything else to do after school... and! Then we'll watch a movie together," she sighed, slightly disappointed cause of certain things. Her eyes caught sight of her little brother, sitting at the table.

"...I'm disappointed," he muttered, staring her dead in the eye to which, the girl only rolls her E/C eyes. "What? We don't watch movies together. All you do is blabber to me about the foot clan...which is dumb," he points out, taking a bite of his sandwich.

"You can join us too,
B/N," she offered, putting the yellow chick inside the tiny home she and
B/N made for him.

The boy only stared at her before looking away and focusing on the TV.

"Hi, guys, this is April O'Neil from Channel 6 News," the brunette introduced herself, smiling. "And, I am here in beautiful New York City on the first day of spring, and you know what that means," she points to the camera.

"I like her nails," Y/N pointed, taking one of
B/N's sandwiches.

"Dude, don't you have schoo---" B/N goes to say before getting interrupted.