The Final Episode (TMNT 1987)

Knock Knock

(April O'Neal)

After Sliding my fluffy white bathrobe on and loosely tying it, I began running a brush through my short bright red hair.

Glad to be rid of the sewer sludge that had cloaked me in a mask of gross after running through the New York City Sewer Systems, chasing after the Turtles with my video camera.

Today was quite exciting, I had gotten my nails done with Irma, was kidnapped by Shredder, Rescued by the Turtles, had to explain why yet another news van had been almost totally incinerated to my boss, which is coming out of my pay I might add.

So basically an average day in the life of April O'Neal, but hey, at least today my nails looked nice.

I looked down at my manicure which had miraculously remained un chipped during the whole ordeal.

"Darnit, I forgot to pick up my dry cleaning."

I said aloud to myself.

There was a hesitant, but loud knock at the door.

"At this hour?"

I rolled my eyes.

Tightening my robe around me, I went to the door.

Undoing the chain lock and Opening it I gasped at the sight of an all to familiar man in a metal mask.

The Shredder.

My shock quickly turned to annoyance and slight anger.

Did he just knock?

He never knocks!

"Miss O'Neal..."

The Villainous Ninja started to say.

I cut him off almost instantaneously.

"Oh no you don't, not tonight!

You've already kidnapped me once today, thats my limit!

I'm tired and I have to be at the station early tomorrow, go abduct someone else!"

I snapped angrily and shut the door in his face.

Much to my surprise "Can Head" didn't stick his foot in to prevent me from closing it.

I quickly latched it back up, and pressed my back against it as a barricade.

I heard a defeated sigh on the other end.

"Miss O'Neal, I'm not here to kidnap you."

"Yeah right, and I'm the queen of England."

I barked back, obviously unconvinced.

"I apologize for the inconvenience,

But, ...

I need your assistance."

Help?

He wants my help?

"You want me to help you?!"

I'd never help you, go suck on a lemon, good day!"

I exclaimed.

I should call the guys...

Reaching for my pocket I was dismayed to realize that I wasn't in my jumpsuit, which my turtle com was still in the pocket of.

"Miss O'Neal please, I only require you to contact the turtles, You can do this the easy way, or I can just send my mutants on a rampage until they show up, it's your choice."

If he's looking to fight the turtles,

Why didn't he just do that in the first place?

My reporter senses were tingling,