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 Placing one arm under Donnie's knees, and one behind his back, Leo lifted him gently in his strong arms and carried him toward the computer system he had indicated, not far away. “What's wrong, Donnie?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. “Why can't you walk?” “My ankle's broken,” Donnie mumbled through clenched teeth, clinging to Leo's neck and wincing as his brother unwittingly jostled the injury in question. They had reached the high-tech piece of machinery and Leo kicked a large wooden crate in front of it for Donnie to sit on. Carefully, he lowered his brother onto it. Reaching out a hand

 His breaths came in ragged gasps and his limbs continued to spasm randomly, but Donnie was grateful that he had at last been granted a respite from his torment as his captors left his side to participate in the preparations needed to put their plan into action. He had succeeded in alerting his brothers to the whereabouts of the Kraang, but he had paid dearly for it. Being very unhappy with the results of the phone conversation, the aliens had ensured their captive had become well acquainted with their torture stick. Now, as they finally moved away from him, he closed his eyes and hoped that the aliens would forget about him, would just lea

 “He's not answering!” Raph growled in frustration as he forcefully punched the red button to hang up the phone and shoved it into his pocket. The three boys were nearly at their destination now. Twilight was falling, and they had once again hidden themselves in an alley, trying to give their wayward brother a chance to catch up. Still he didn't show. “Why wouldn't he answer?” asked Leo, sounding rather put out. “That's not like Donnie.” “I'm tellin' ya, the punk has totally ditched us!” Raph's voice was sharp with bitterness. “April probably agreed to a date, and he completely forgo

 April glanced up from her unfinished history essay glowing from the screen of Donnie's laptop in front of her. She had been so focused on it a moment ago that she had only half listened to the boys' conversation as they were leaving the lair. Now she had become suddenly aware that she was alone in the kitchen with a blushing Donatello. Choosing her usual method of dealing with Donnie's awkwardness around her, she pretended not to notice his painfully obvious crush. “Hey, Donnie,” she said casually. “Why didn't you go with your brothers? I thought it was really important that you find the Kraang tonight.” “Ye

 Mikey sat with his cheek resting on one hand while his finger traced the dents, scratches, and doodles left on the desktop by generations of bored students. Someone had carved a rude word into the wood of the desk with a pen, and someone else, presumably a teacher, had tried to scrub it out, but Mikey could still read it. He sighed and glanced out the window. The school day was almost over, and so far, it had been a series of unforgettable experiences. It had taken him several classes to discover what was expected of him. He hadn't realized school had so many rules! After getting in trouble several times throughout the morning, he learned

 The garage was completely deserted. Leo looked around at the shifting dust, unsure what to do next. He had been so hopeful that they would find a clue here. “I thought the Blue Goo was going to be here!” cried Mikey, who had been the most desperate to find it that night. “Where is it?” “Actually, I don't think it ever was here,” stated Donnie looking around thoughtfully, “except for the small amount the Kraang had in their guns last night.” “What do you mean, Donnie?” asked Leo. “This is the address where the Kraang said they were conducting their experiment. You heard i

 The night was dark and the city smog hid a crescent moon as the four ninjas climbed the fire escape, gaining access to their usual road – the rooftops. As they leaped onto the top of the apartment building, Raphael stopped, and said, arms crossed, “Remind me again why we're trying to find the Kraang and their Blue Goo?” “Dude, because we need the Blue Goo to stay human, of course!” stated Mikey emphatically. Raph frowned. “OK, then remind me again why I'm helping you find the Goo?” Mikey looked hurt, but Leo cut in, “We don't just need the Goo to maintain our mutation, IF we decide to do

 “MIKEY!” shouted Leo. He raced across the street, hoping to reach his little brother in time, but the jostling crowd hindered his pursuit. He saw the gap closing between the Kraang and his youngest brother, but Mikey, still searching for the lost cat, did not hear Leo's call. Suddenly Leo felt something whoosh past his ear and a second later the Kraang droid twitched spasmodically as it short-circuited and then fell crumpled to the ground, a Hamato throwing star embedded in the back of its head. Leo wheeled around to face the red-clad brother behind him. “Raph!” he shouted indignantly. “What?” shrugg

 “Yeah! This is going to be epic!” shouted Mikey as he and his brothers raced toward the turnstiles, feet shod and pockets stuffed with their allowance money. “Where are you going!?” The four boys halted at the sound of their father's stern voice. Frozen in mid stride, they turned to look at Splinter. “Well, Sensei,” began Leo nervously, “We were just going . . . shopping.” “You are going into a human store, during the day?” Splinter said, with one eyebrow raised. “Yes,” answered Donnie, “because we can now, can't we, Sensei?” The rat looked over h

 Donatello peered eagerly into his microscope. The small speck of blue ooze on the slide shone brightly before his eyes, revealing its secrets to him, one by one. He picked up a pencil to jot down some notes in his notebook, but found the task unexpectedly difficult. He wasn't aware of the complicated finger position required for writing. At last he figured out a method that worked and then pressed his eye once more to the microscope's lens. “Hey, Donnie, can I come in?” came Leo's voice from the doorway. Donnie looked up and saw his brother poking his head through the half-open door. It was still so strange to hear that familia