The Final Episode (TMNT 1987)

Mi Casa Es Su Casa

(Shredders POV)

I did a double take.

My ears must be deceiving me.

I looked around, the rest of the mutant turtles wore the same stunned expression.

The Turtle was actually inviting us into his home?

"Have you completely flipped your shell Leonardo?"

Yelled an outraged Raphael.

"Really bro?!? We just relocated so that Dregg wouldn't find our real lair, Now you wanna just march tin grin and the muppet rejects right into the temporary one?"

He squeezed his unsheathed sias tight in his hands.

Tin Grin and the Muppet Rejects? It's always interesting to know what your enemy thinks of you, but I wasn't expecting that.

"Think about it, it's late, it's nearly 1 am, they are going to have to take us back to the surface anyways."

Leonardo argued calmly.

"But dude, it's our lair!"

Counteracted the one called Michelangelo.

"No, it's our temporary lair, not the real deal, and if... I mean WHEN we defeat Lord Dregg, we can move back into our real home and Shredder will be right back where he started."

Leonardo had a point, with over 1500 miles of sewer under New York City, I would be right back to square one.

But had Dregg really driven the mutants out of their home in fear?

It surprised me, to say the least.

"I don't need your pity turtle, I'm fine just where I am."

I stated as I crept backwards out of the foul smelling room.

Right at that moment my stomach let out a humongous growl.

"Well that settles it then."

Stated Leonardo smugly.

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2 hours later I was blindly following the turtles deeper and deeper into the sewer systems of New York.

We had returned miss O'Neal to her apartment and left the module parked behind it.

The turtles insisted on this as they did not want to cause any structural damage to their precious sewers.

"I can't see a blasted thing!

I cursed for about the 5th time.

I was getting rather impatient, what ever inspired me to stoop down to spending the evening at the lair of these loathsome creatures was beyond me.

Bebop stumbled to the ground. Reaching around in the dark, grabbing him by the collar I yanked him up on his feet yet again.

Red lace up boots are certainly not proper sewer trekking attire. Even in my leather combat boots, I had to be carful not to slip on the damp cement floor.

"Iv got it!"

Michelangelo gasped.

We had been discussing more possible ways to take down Dregg along the way.

"What if we used Krang's portal thingy and beamed ourselves inside the ship, we'd catch him off guard and attack from within."

A semi decent plan, And this turtle was supposed to be the stupid one.

That portal was one of Krang's greatest achievements....

Oh no, don't start with the emotions again, there has got to be an off switch for this stuff.