Some Short Stories

WE JUST WANTED APPLES!

Today was a Sunday and the turtles are on vacation in the farmhouse. It was an "important" day for the turtles; Mikey is going to bake his "internationally and intergalactically famous" apple pie. Ok, they weren't even famous, but they were very good. Almost as good as pizza!
But sadly, there was no apples. No apples means no apple pie. What was worser than that? Donnie and Casey have to carpool alone to the nearest farmer's market (93 km away). (Which was according to Donnie, was about 1 hour, knowing Casey's speed, which is around 70km/h.) What was even worser than that? There was no April to calm them down, due to the fact that she was slightly sick, but would heal up with Leo treating her with herbal tea. This is definitely going to be a long journey.
The first argument began before they even went into the Party Wagon.
"I call driving rights!" Donnie happily exclaimed.
"No, dude, your'e a mutant turtle. Imagine the people looking at the driver's seat in the party wagon and saying "Woah! Who the heck is in the driver's seat! Is that a mutant turtle!" Dream on, Donnie. The driving rights of the Party Wagon will forever belong to Casey Jones." Casey responded quite proudly.
"You really think I didn't come prepared? I'm not as idiotic as you think." Donnie responded while holding a tan trench coat and hat, "Plus, when we made the Party Wagon, I tinted the Windows so that we can look OUT but nobody and look IN."
"But if you drive, then who will look after the food?" Casey said smugly.
'Mini Metalhead 2.0 will!" Donnie proudly took out a remote control, pushed a few buttons and Mini Metalhead 2.0 came out from the farmhouse.
It was an exact copy of Mini Metalhead, but bigger. Like the it's some of it's predecessors, it walked with a loud and clumsy-sounding clunking noise but it was smaller than the first two and larger than the third. It also had the same signature grey and yellow paint job.
"Ugh fine, go call shotgun then." Casey said, annoyed.
Knowing this was the best that Casey would give him, he called shotgun.
The next argument came when it was about fifteen minutes later, what was it about?
Well, it was about which road to take.
There a fork in the road, and if you took either one they would both lead to the farmer's market; the one on the left lead into the middle of the junkyard with a bumpy road and the other went into a street full of women's boutiques, full of clothing from the 80's and the 90's.
"We'll go through the junkyard, and there's nothing you can do to change my mind!" Casey exclaimed
"No, way! The roads there are bumpy! We could easily get a flat tire from sharp objects that may be in the road!" Donnie retorted
"What, you wanna wear some girl's clothes? Like the time that Mikey and Raph did when they want to watch Legendary Steel Fist 2?"
"Really, Jones? I don't want to wear a dress!"
"Well, your Raph's will to NOT wear girly things is literally unbreakable! But then, he wore a dress just to see a movie! A freaking movie! Knowing how feminine you are, the reason why you want to go the street with all the ladies' clothes store is because you want to try them on!"
"When did I even wear clothing except my Super Ninja, L.A.R.P. , Monster Hunter, Vision Quest,Astro-Suit outfits? Never! Zip! Zilch! Nada!"
"There are cars behind us, dude, let's get moving to the junkyard."
And with dash to the road on the left, the duo went into the junkyard. The roads were really bumpy, and when I say really, it really was. Imagine running over 10 speed bumps at a time. How bumpy is it? The same amount of bumpy-ness that Casey and Donnie experienced!
There were pieces of trash and stray garbage all over the paths, Casey tried his best to steer around the pointy pieces of trash, but his luck ran out when he had to do it the 4th time. He could go around the pointy bits and into the soft bits, but there was a lot of trash. Casey ran over them but the trash made a crackly noise that alerted the dogs (that belong to the junkyard's owner, thank you), who started to chase them!
There weren't many dogs, but they were fierce and drool was slobbering everywhere! They barked and howled after the duo, who were in the Party Wagon.
"Throw out my hockey mask!" Casey said.
"Why?" Donnie responded.
"JUST DO IT!"
Donnie then threw out Casey's skull-patterned hockey mask, one or two dogs stopped to lick it, assuming it was a bone, but most of the dogs carried on.
"Oil slick! Oil slick!"Donnie commanded.
Since Casey knew Donnie was smart, and probably already thought of a plan, Casey did what he said, and all of the remaining dogs slipped on the jet-black oil that came out from the behind of the Party Wagon, while yelping in defeat.
"Haha!" Casey and Donnie both said while high-fiving/threeing each other and driving away, out of the junkyard to the road outside the junkyard.
The duo went out into the junkyard and onto a small road. The journey started to get boring, so Donnie put out some rock music by Mumba to entertain them. This time, they didn't argue about it at all.
Casey, who was slightly engrossed into the rock music (Mumba is his favorite), he didn't notice the sheep flock that was place conveniently on the road- but Donnie did. He quickly grabbed the wheel and said "BRAKE, BRAKE, BRAKE!" And they braked at the last second. But sadly, it was more of a skid off the road and into the fence.
  The Donnie and Casey, who were inside the car suffered from some bruises and Donnie suffered a small gash on his left cheek. "Aw, man! The car is busted!" Casey exclaimed.
  "Mini Metalhead 2.0, are you OK?" Donnie, showing concern for his robotic creation. Metalhead then responded with his signature thumbs-up. "Phew." Donnie sighed with relief.
  "Hey Dorkatello, can you fix the car?" Casey said to him.
  "Sure, Puckhead Jones. Man, that was kinda catchy. C'mon Metalhead." Metalhead then clunked out from the back door of the car. "Now lets see..." Donatello mumbled, examining the damage dealt to the Party Wagon.
  After some moments, the Party Wagon was finally up and running. Donnie, satisfied with his work, strolled back into the front seat of the Party Wagon and Metalhead clunked back to the back compartment.
  Then, they finally arrive at the farmer's market. After finding a space, Casey took some cash and some shopping bags. Since Donnie was a mutant, he stayed in the car.
Since Donnie had nothing to do, he decided to text April, to see how she was doing under Leonardo's care.

Hey April! You good?

Yep, The stuff that Leo gave me is really bitter tho

Ah, a classic hint of Splinter. Splinter must've taught him that. lol

Tru

Just sayin', but wanna play a texting game?

Yeah sure!

Let's play Hangman

Ok, you go first D

Um uh

There's 5 words

A

Nope. One strike!

Ooh, an E!

Yep, it's the second word

D

Nope, 4 more and yr out

L

Good, it's the third and fourth letter

The word is jelly

You got it right April! Congrats!

Thanks D :D

This little hangman game lasted for awhile, after fifteen minutes of Hangman later, Casey came back, on his arm contained a plastic bag with some apples.
"Sorry, Donnie. The line was kinda large." Casey said while handing the apples to Mini Metalhead 2.o. "Anyways, who ya textin'?'" Casey asked.
"April. We were playing hangman together online. She's doing great, with Leo taking care of her." Donnie replied.
"Ah, ok." Casey replied while strapping himself into the car seat. He felt a pang of jealousy. He always had feelings for April.
Casey then started the car, and they went back home. This time, they went back through the street with the boutiques just to avoid trouble.
They then arrived at the farmhouse, and April waved at them happily at the front door. She was in a baby blue sweater, complete with brown trousers.
"Guys!" She greeted the duo. "Oh, and Donnie, thanks for the game of Hangman! It was fun."
"Ah, no problem, April. The game was nice too." Donnie responded while getting out of the hippie-bus-converted-to-weaponized-van.
"You better get those apples to Mikey, Casey. There's a lot of turtles waiting for their apple pie!' April brightly said, and she tooked the bag out of Casey's hands, bright as ever.
"Ah, April you little sunbeam." Donnie thought as she ran into the farmhouse.

***

Later, Mikey's voice was heard from the kitchen.
"Dessert's ready!" Mikey said, holding his steaming apple pie with his red oven mitts up high for everyone to see.
The turtles, April and Casey looked at the pie with happy eyes. The pie was finally done!
"Just sayin' but a toast to Donnie and Casey for riding together in the Party Wagon without getting a scratch or killing each other." Mikey giggled as he held his drink up high.
"A TOAST!" Leo and Raph said.
"Oh c'mon!" Casey and Donnie said.

The End.
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Just sayin' but I can't tell if I chose apples just to spite myself lol.
Peace out!