To make this quick. You are in mind control. The whole ariel thing never happened. The previous 18th chapter never happened. Nothing happened. Nuh uh. Nothing happened.

NOTHING HAPPENED.

Proceed with your day. Thank you.

"WELL THE PARTY DON'T START 'TILL I WALK IN." I sang as I walked into the Dojo with a flourish.

All eyes turned on me and Mikey stopped backflipping mid air, actually pausing and levitating for like, 3 seconds before landing on his shell. Groaning.

"Duuuuudeeee." He whined, making the pouting Mikey face.

"Morning!" I chirped, casually patting Raph's head as I passed him to walk towards sensei, bright smile on my face.

"Good morning, good sir! I thank you for the hospitality during my stay." I said, in fake scandinavian accent.

I could practically see the tired looks from sensei's dark eyes.

The poor thing.

"Good morning, Ao! How was your sleep?" April asked, smiling.

"I nearly got dragged by Pennywise into the sewers so I smack him with Stephen." I said.

There was a pause.

"But.. you're.. in the sewers??" Raph said in bewilderment.

Oh right, yeah.

"Thank you Captain Obvious."

He glared,
"You're welcome, Sergeant Sarcasm."

I gasped.

This is not a drill. Raph learned how to comeback. I repeat, Raphael learned hOW TO COMEBACK.

Oh wait I'm supposed to be cool. Yeah yeah. Okay. I'm cool. Like a freezer. Wait that's cold. Whatever.

"Indeed, Comrade Comeback." I said in fake scottish accent, raising my eyeridge for effect.

"Thank you, Senator Smartas-"

"NO CURSING IN A PG BOOK! DAMMIT RAPH!" I shrieked, quickly throwing Stephen at his head before he can finish his words.

Welp. That oughta hurt.

But he asked for it.

....I think so, atleast.

"Is he DED?" I asked as I poked at Raph's cheek with a stick that cane out of nowhere.

Boom. Magic. Whoosh.

Then, suddenly, my stick was yanked away as Raph lunged at me. Sitting above me with a huge grin.

"NOT DED."

Well. Shite.

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Do you know how it feels like to be forced to laugh by being tickled for half an hour straight?

Not cool man. Not cool.

So here I am, mourning the death of a random mosquito as I curled up in my bed. My stomach hurts like heck, which made me wonder how on earth woman survived these every month.

Okay Author, I promise I won't steal your cramps' emergency oreos again.

"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU SO MUCH HOT HEAD." I yelled dramatically from under the blanket I'm curling myself in.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I can see Mikey glaring at Raph.

Aw yeah. You go big bro.

"How could you do that!"

"I- what-"

"I thought I can trust you!" Mikey exclaimed, wearing a deep frown on his face.

"Wait he start-"

"No buts! From today on, we break up!" Mikey yelled a la cheerleaders' voice complete with stomping his legs in frustation and puffed cheeks as he fumed.

"'CAUSE BABY NOW WE GOT BAD BLOOD, HEY!" I screeched, poking my head out from the blanket to stick out my tongue before rolling back in.

Raph narrowed his eyes,
"That doesn't-"

"BANDAIDS DON'T FIX BULLETHOLES."

"I don't even-"

"WE ARE NEVER EVER EVER EEEEEEVEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRR," I gasped for air.

"GETTING BACK TOGETHEEEERRR."

"What the heck, kid."

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"MIKEY!"

"AO!"

"MIKEY!"

"AO!"

"MIKEY!"

"AO!"

"MIKEY!"

"AO!"

"MIKEY!"

"SHUT UP YOU TWO!"

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Don't ask why or how but somehow we just ended up in IKEA.

For one mysterious reason, it has to be IKEA.

The store was closed. I mean duh. It's like, what, one a.m.

Kids, this is why you should never drink Donnie's black coffée with a shot of energy drink and vodka.

Okay fine, it's not vodka.

....It's vinegar.

So all of us are.. kinda.. drunk. Pssh. Yeah right what kind of turtle gets drunk.

...I thought of that as i walked straight into the wall. Wow.

"Soft bed.." Mikey purred as he practically sprawled over the display beds. I jumped beside him.

"SLEEP." I exclaimed, then dropping my whole body with a whump to the bed before curling up under one of the bedcovers.

It's nice.

"Hey look, this wardrobe looked so old." Donnie slurred as he pointed at the nine feet tall antique-styled gigantic.. wardrobe.

I instantly shot up from my bed.

"Narnia? I'm gOING HOOOOMEEEEEEEEEE...!" I yelled as I slammed the wardrobe's door open, then practically lunged inside it.

Few moments later, I came out. Sniffing.

"Aslan said I've been naughty, I'm not allowed to come home.." I sobbed dramatically.

"It's okay kid. It's okay.." Raph said, patting my back.

Mikey then went inside the wardrobe. Then closed it. Then came out, while wearing sunglasses and fancy fluffy pink scarf.

"TASTE DE RAINBOWWWW." He cheered as he threw out skittles everywhere.

"IT'S RAINING SKITTLES AMEN." I sang along as we both stood on the bed.

Raph snorted as Donne cracked up his donkey laugh.

"OH NU HE'S LAUGHING."

"QUICK MIKEY! ACT NATURAL!" I said as we both posed like two wannabe models. Hands on hip while flipping our nonexistent hair.

"IT'S CALLED BEING FABULOUS!" Mikey called as he backflipped over the bed.

"NO THIS IS PATRICK!"

"THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE!"

"WE DON'T MAKE SENSE!"

"TRUE!"

Suddenly Raph popped up infront of me. Wearing a white wig while waving a ruler.

"AVADA KEDAVRA."
I gasped dramatically and fell on the floor.

Donnie bursted in, wearing round glasses and lightning 'scar' drawn on his forehead with a sHARPAY.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Donnie yelled as he waved his drum's stick. Mikey waltzed out from behind him, wearing a christmas reindeer costume as he pretended to be the patronus.

Raph choked dramatically as Mikey circled around him, saying things like "Abracadabra." or "You shall not pass."

Ladies and gentlemen, the dramatic Hamato family.

I laughed when Mikey began to chase Donnie around. But then frowned when a shadow loomed over me.

Gee dramatic much?

I can't help but turn around. Then I shrieked.

I mean hey, who WON'T shriek when they are in IKEA in like two a.m. then suddenly a white figure came up behind you?

"SAROOMAN!" I screeched, pointing at the white robed tol figure carrying a cane.

"No." The figure said, dropping their hood dramatically to reveal a long santa beard and rat-face. Literally.

"This is Double-door." Sensei said, with the outmost serious tone.

"It's Dumbledore, sensei." Raph said from our back.

"Double-door."

"Dum. Bel. Door."

"Duh. Bel. Door."

"Pbbffft-" I snorted then started to cackle like a mad witch as I watched Sensei trying to pronounce Dumbledore's name.

Poor ol' guy. Both of them, actually.

The Slash crashed in from the ceiling. Wearing a leather jacket and carrying a chihuahua.

Daw.

"YER A WIZARD, HARRY." He yelled at Donnie,-poor Donnie. Slash was so loud that his glasses nearly fell off-, seconds before disappearing back to the ceiling.

What.

"GUYS DO YOU KNOW SLASH CAN'T SWIM. BOX TURTLES ARE LAND TURTLES SO THEY CAN'T SWIM." Donnie yelled to us from behind a hotdog counter.

I gasped,
"ARE WE SECRETLY MERMAIDS??!!" I exclaimed which earned a whack a Sensei's cane.

Oh yeah. Right. I'm supposed to be discreet. Right. Okay. Ninja discreet. I got this.

Just then, the lights blared on. And we all froze like deers in headlights as he saw the IKEA's manager standing on the door frame, looking as horrified as we are.

Snap frickle frackle frack ding dong bing bing what the sh-

Okay Ao, think fast.

I began to roll on the ground.

"THEY SEE ME ROLLIN' THEY HATIN'" I sang, to which the manager stared at me horrifyingly.

But the good news are that it bought Donnie enough time to turn off the electricity. So we all go ninja-ey and disappeared into the night.

Oh yeah, since we kinda crashed IKEA, we left the manager five dollars for the sunglasses Mikey broke. As for the ceilings.. oh well. They should've pick stronger ceilings.

The store's kinda bad anyways. Their mustard sauce taste weird.

Kids, never ever try this at home.

Alternate title : How to piss off IKEA's manager.

HI POTATOES IM ALIVE!

...KINDA ANYWAYS. SO HELLO GUYS!

FIRST OFF IM SO SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY I GOT STUFFS TO DO AND IM FEELIN LIKE FINISHING MY ORIGINAL STORY FIRST SO I CAN GET IT PUBLISHED.

*whispers* Wish me luck.

In other news, I have absolutely no idea what happened.

Proceed with your day potatoes. And thank you for your patience.