Turtles Forever

What A Croc

Raph snores on his hammock and Mikey covers his head with his pillow trying to block out the noise. "Hey, shell-for-brains! Can you keep it down? There are some people in New Jersey who are trying to sleep!" Mikey exclaimed in annoyance, throwing his pillow at Raph. Raph holds up his hand while snoring some more, blocking the pillow.

Mikey stands up and sighs in defeat, walking away. He yawns and stretches before he hears someone humming in his room. Curious, he looks in to see April, wrapping up her antiques in paper. "Can't sleep either, huh?" He asked, his arms crossed.

"I'm too excited to sleep. I can't wait to have my own place again." April tells him happily.

"I understand. I can still remember back when this used to be my room, when I wouldn't have to listen to my roommate snore like a chainsaw!" Mikey said, shouting out the last part to Raph's room. Raph continues to snore loudly, to Mikey's displeasure. He walks back to April.

" Don't worry, Ill soon be out of here and you'll be back in your own room before you know it." April assures him as she continues to wrap up her antiques. Mikey sees a stack of his comic books near her on the floor.

"Um, April, what are you doing with my Silver Century comics?" He asked, nervously

"Oh, I needed something to wrap my stuff in and these were just lying about so I-" Mikey screams in fear, which startles April a bit. She chuckles as she stands up.

"Calm down, Mikey, I'm joking. I know better than to mess with a guy's comics." She replied.

"Oh, ha ha. Real funny, April. Enjoy your packing." Mikey retorts as he walks out of the room, and turns off the lights.

"Yep, moving out is looking pretty good."

Meanwhile, Leo, Yuuki, and Mona and Splinter are watching the news while sitting on the floor. "And for now, the police have two suspects in custody." Mikey walks up to them.

"Leo, Master Splinter, you guys up?" They shush him, to be quiet.

"Mikey, be quiet for a minute, please. We're trying to hear this." Yuuki explained.

Mikey watches along with them, wondering what was so important.

"Meanwhile, in other news, an unexplained wave of gang activity is sweeping through the boroughs of New York. How long before they knock on your door? We'll have the full story when Channel 9 news returns."

Mikey hears a loud noise not too far away. "Sounds like Donnie's up too." He said, before following the noise. Donnie was using a blowtorch, wielding a piece of metal. Mikey sneaks up behind him. "Boo!" Donnie screams and quickly turns around with the blowtorch in his hand pointing it towards Mikey.

"Whoa, easy partner, don't shoot!" Mikey holds his hands up in surrender. "Mikey, never sneak on a turtle while he's wielding." Donnie scolded.

"Hey, love what you've done to the place," Mikey said, looking at the water. "Yeah, go ahead, make jokes, Mikey. But, when I'm using this underwater access way to cruise the river in a submersible, you're gonna miss out on some fun, unless you make yourself useful and help?" Donnie replied, sarcastically, looking at Mikey.

Mikey lets out a yawn and scratches himself. "Suddenly, I feel sleepy." He murmurs and Donnie elbows him in the chest.

"So where did you and Venus run off to the other night?" Mikey teases.