The Final Episode (TMNT 1987)

Pychopath

(Leonardo)

"Time to go rescue April."

Michelangelo said as he shut down the turtle van, parking it in the alley behind our favorite reporters apartment.

"Always the same old thing."

Raphael shrugged, breaking the 4th wall.

Barely 15 feet away Shredders Module had bored its way up and through the sidewalk, and was parked directly in front of us.

Good, that mean he's still inside Aprils Place.

Opening the passenger I hopped out.

The hot cement pavement stung at my bare feet.

Summer in city.

"Guys, listen!"

Donatello exclaimed as we crept around the giant drill.

Coming from inside the module was the sound of someone, or something sobbing loudly.

"That ...that sounds like Rocksteady!"

Exclaimed Michelangelo.

"I wonder what happened?"

I asked curiously.

"Probably passed a mirror and saw his reflection."

Joked, Raphael.

Using our grappling hooks we climbed up to Aprils Window.

"Why can't we ever just take the stairs?"

Sighed Donatello.

I rolled my eyes.

"Gotta burn off all that tuna and pickle pizza we had for lunch."

Climbing in I was shocked by what I saw.

Bebop was sitting huddled on the coach while Shredder was seated at the dining table, sipping tea out of one of Aprils fine china tea cups.

...the ones she never let us near.

"What the...."

Gasped Michelangelo.

"Ok Oroku Stupid, the jig is up!"

Raphael cried as he made it in backwards.

As soon as he turned around his jaw metaphorically hit the floor.

I automatically went into "fearless leader" mode.

"Whatever your evil plan is this time Shredder, know that The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are here to stop you!"

I threatened, pulling out my twin Katanas.

"Don't you just love it when he delivers lines like that?"

Smirked Donatello, addressing the audience.

"Greetings amphibians."

Said Shredder, setting his tea cup down.

He wasn't wearing his face guard.

That's odd.

"You can put the blades away Leonardo, Im not here to fight."

He continued, pushing back his chair and standing up.

His cape was missing as well...

My instincts immediately told me something was seriously wrong.

"Fat Chance, Metal Mouth!

April are you gonna tell us whats going on, or continue on with your tea party?!"

Puzzled Raphael, already drawn were his Sias.

"Guys, you better hear him out."

The beautiful reporter leaning against the stove replied.

Did April just...

back up Shredhead?

"Listen Turtles, this is the last thing in the world Iv ever wanted to do, but right now I don't have a choice, Im offering my help, Dregg must pay for what he has done!"

"Dregg?"

I said, baffled.

What would Shredder want with his "buddy?"

"What do you have against Dregg?

I thought you guys were pals, you team up, you go to the same evil psychopath conventions and all that jazz?"

Michelangelo questioned.

"No, you will have to catch the reruns, Krang and I...."

He trailed off, as if suddenly remembering something painful.

He took a breath and continued.

" Lets say he was just a little to psychopathic for even us, I wouldn't work with him at all, Krang on the other hand, did for a bit though, before he realized that grape head had one to many screws loose."

"And you wanna help us defeat him?"

Said Donatello, still not buying it.

"It's logical, I can't take him on my own, and you 4 still haven't managed, by my calculations, it will work, and it will be the last thing he would expect."

Stated Shredder, coldly.

"Why do you want to help?"

I interrogated.

Something else was up, I could feel it.

"Isn't it obvious, I can't take over the world if he's in the way!"

Shredder explained, feigning arrogance.

"Enough Shredder, I want the truth, I know your not telling me it, we've been enemies for so long, I know when your lying!"

I yelled.

Which was funny, considering he lies most of the time.

He was taken back by my accusation.

"You want the truth Turtle?!"

He clenched his fist by his side.

"Krang..."

His eyes downcast.

For the first time in my life I saw a look of pure pain wash over my nemesis face.

"Krang is dead."

"What?!?"

My brothers gasped in unison.

"How?"

Donatello quietly asked.

"Dregg Murdered him."