Heist
Kawabunga!" That was Donatello's reaction to the ingenious plan which Master Splinter. (who was so wise, like a miniature Buddha covered in hair). Had hatched to take down Krang and his henchmen 'The Foot Clan'.
He had worked out that we needed to catch them while they slept in the local motel. No one had ever seen a more wretched hive of scum and villainy than stayed at the 'SLeEp-eAZY MOTEL'.
We would sneak in during the night evading the various nemesis' that frequented this joint. And certainly the guy that kept doing the same thing over and over again, with his Polaroid photos and writing all over his arms. Once there work out which of these rooms Krang and his gang were staying in. It was room '237' registered to a Mr Torrance, no doubt some ingenious pseudonym. April O'Neil wanted in, as always. We certainly didn't want her there so we tried to deter her by telling her she would have to dress as if she were one of us. It didn't work, she was eager as ever. We would have to think of something more embarrassing next time, like having to beat a ninja and big foot in a table tennis match. Or send her off to build a shrimp fishing empire. But you know "Shit happens" as they say.
The plan was already scuppered as we got there, some crazy guy with a air pressure gun, silently flipping a coin looking for a guy that hunted aliens with someone called the 'Fresh Prince'.
We began to meander our way around the motel halls, looking for this god forsaken room, to stop Krang in his master plan. We just didn't know what it was.
Splicing the door open, we confronted Krang and his men. In their shock and slumber they were no match for us. Krang a little harder to tame but April came in handy surprising him from behind and taking him in a Vulcan death grip. He stayed very much alive whimpering "Cleaver girl" the bastard knew he was trapped now.
We still had to work out what his plan was. Interrogation tactics began. We tried lasers expecting him to die in the process, but it didn't work. The ancient tactic of 'Ni' didn't work either. We questioned until we could question no longer but he just replied, "You can't handle the truth".
Eventually once we began reciting Vogon poetry, he finally succumbed. His plan was ingenious, stealing 0.01 denominations from every bank account around the world.
Before we had chance to react Master Splinter's voice cut in "That'll do Krang, that'll do"
The sound of sirens broke our concentration, and with the bad reputation we had recently acquired since the anti-mutant up rising we had to get out of there, fast.
But April tripped on her way out over a snake following a tall hooded figure into the night. The police caught up to her as they took her way, accusing her of Krang's plot, who had got away in an escape pod that the police couldn't track as he didn't appear to be a human life-form, apparently they paid by the bullet.
"I don't know how to quit you Michelangelo!" She screamed as she ducked into the police car.
I heard this through the bushes, risking my freedom, I shouted back "I know".
We ran into the night, finding our vehicle, disguised as a dog, promoting a dog grooming company.
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