Casey's Back.....Yay.....No

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I woke up with, something, in my mouth. I peeked one eye open to see a hockey stick swiping towards me!

"MEEP!!" I squeak and cover my face before it hits me.

I feel what's in my mouth.... a golf ball and one of those things you put it on? I growled, they were playing golf, and I was the starting point!

I sat up with fire in my eyes I was so mad, "Who's idea was this?"

Leo, Raph, and Mikey all point at Casey, who was standing above me, hockey stick in hand.

"Jones, I should've known. And YOU should've known, from all the times you've tried it when we were kids, what is going to happen, now."

He paled, gulped, and his eyes widened at the same time. Next, he ran away screaming like a little girl.

"Raph, give me you're sais," I held out my hand.

"Uh... okay?" He handed them to me.

I twirled them, let out my signature battle cry, and started running after him.

- 5 minutes l8er -

I smirked as the guys found where Casey was. Soon, after the initial shock and wonder of how I put him up there, a wave of laughter erupted.

I walked in, sniggering, "I told ya Jones, never mess with da Scar-sta."

Casey was tied up, hanging upside-down, covered from head-to-toe in pink sparkles, paint, and glitter, with a clown afro on.

Lav and April came in and their jaws dropped. Lav burst out laughing and April, just blushed and walked out.

"Hey, anybody got a rock?" I ask, smiling evilly.

I toss the rock that I found on the ground at his.... uh... yeah. He squealed like a little girl!

I sighed, I love my life.

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