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familyofpaladins · 11 months

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The Pizza Game (Chp 7)

Chapter 7: Casey Grabs a Slice

Ao3

<<Chapter 1 | <Chapter 6 | X (This is the last chapter) |

Summary:

The apocalypse is canceled and there is free pizza. Or Casey is sent to the past and the apocalypse ends at the beginning. Words: 2154

Casey jones was thrown through time with a final mission from his teacher, the closest thing he had to family.

“When you’re done saving the world. Do me a favor. Grab a slice!”

Casey didn’t know what that meant. He could figure it out later, first he had to save the world. Find the Key. Stop the Krang.

He found the past turtles (Or they found him? Well didn’t matter). It was so strange to see them all together and so young. He’d never gotten to know Master Splinter, as he had died before Casey was born. Casey hadn’t known Raphael for very long, but he had distinct memories of sitting on shoulders higher than anyone else around (had he seemed bigger because Casey was little, or was this Raphael that much smaller?) Donatello had died when he was barely even a teenager.

Sensei and Master Michelangelo were So Young. Faces clear from wrinkles and scars, it was strange.

Commander O’Neil was as intimidatingly cool as ever, it was almost ridiculous to think of her as ever being the same age as himself. He certainly hadn’t expected her to have the same reflexes though, guess he shouldn’t have underestimated her.

And now Raphael was questioning him, and okay he still seemed very big. He barely registered the questions about the photo, but he did catch what Michelangelo said next.

“What’s your favorite Pizza? Cause I’m ordering right now!”

Casey had heard that word before. Few and far between, and usually followed with groans or swearing. That didn’t happen here. But before he could really think about it, a young Donatello was in his face asking why he had his own tech. His grappling hook was activated and Casey went flying through the air, accompanied by screaming from the Hamato family.

Right. He had to get them to listen to him so he could save the world. He had a mission to complete.

“Wa- Wait I’m a friend!” Casey yelled as he hung upside down. “Let’s start over…”

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[A movie’s worth of events later]

The apocalypse ended with the beginning.

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They saved the world, the city was rebuilt, and everyone had healed from their injuries.

Now Casey can finally find out what the last thing his Sensei had said meant. He walks into the main area of the lair where the turtles and Master Splinter are sitting. He could ask just Leo himself what it meant, but Casey figures that if for some reason this Leo doesn’t know what was meant, then someone else could figure it out.

“H-hey Leo?”

“Hey Casey, what’s up?” Leo glanced up from the book (comic?) he was reading.

Why is this harder than the telling them about the end of the world?

“I have a question. You, I mean,” Casey rubs the back of his neck, “my Sensei told me to do something, before he sent me through the time portal, it was the last thing he said to me, but… I don’t know what it means and, I was hoping you could tell me?” Casey could see that the others had stopped what they were doing to listen in.

“Don’t tell me we have to save the world again” Leo jokes. Casey can’t help but notice that this young Leo has the same stretched smile his Sensei used when joking about something when he’s nervous.

“No,” Casey chuckles then pauses. “At least… I don’t think this has anything to do with that.”

“Okay then, let’s see if I know. What exactly did Future Me say?”

“He told me that after I was done saving the world, I was to “grab a slice”. What is a slice?”

“Oh, that just means he wanted you to get some pizza? A good idea, but kinda a weird thing to say as a good bye” Leo mumbles the last part to himself. Everyone else relaxes ever so slightly.

“Oh okay.” Casey says. “So what is pizza?”

Leo freezes and slowly turns to look at Casey, everyone is staring wide-eyed at him. Casey can’t help a feeling of déjà vu, though he has no idea why.

“What? You… you don’t know what pizza is?” Mikey asks so sadly that Casey worries he is going to start crying.

“I mean… I’ve heard the term before?” Casey feels awkward suddenly. They all are looking at him with such horror, you’d think he had said there was another alien invasion coming.

“Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up.” Casey says, worried he has upset the turtles.

Leo took a breath. “No, no. It’s just-“ Casey saw him pause, horror crawling over his face. “Oh my god, you said you ate rats and leaves. You were serious! There was no pizza in the apocalypse. Casey, pizza is the most amazing-“ Leo is interrupted by Donatello’s hand smacking him in the face. The feeling of déjà vu is back again with full force.

“The amazingness cannot be merely described. It must be experienced,” Donnie says seriously.

“Okay we’re fixing this right now.” Leo stands up from his chair and points to the youngest turtle. “Mikey! It’s pizza time! Brooklyn bridge NOW. ORDER UP.”

“Already covered!” Mikey chirps, holding up his phone for proof.

“Then let’s go!” Raph scoops both Mikey and Casey up under his arms and they’re out of the lair and in the Turtle Tank soon enough.

“So is anyone gonna tell me what pizza actually is?” Casey asks, because he still has no idea.

“So ya really don’t know?” Raph asked, leaning forward in his seat.

“No, I really don’t.”

“HOW?! I mean- The other us never told you about it?” Mikey turns to look at him as well.

“I guess not. I heard the word a few times, but it wasn’t said a lot, and honestly… I thought it was a bad word when I was a kid?”

“A bad word? Pizza: A bad word?!” Leo is yelling, absolutely flabbergasted.

“It’s not my fault you guys never told me about it! So are you guys gonna keep me in the dark forever, or do I get to know what it is?”

“Pizza is a kind of food, Future Boy.” Splinter finally answers him. Casey jumps slightly at the voice. He had forgotten Splinter was there.

“It’s food? Oh…. Why did I think it had something more to do with the sky?”

“I have no idea why you would think that.” Donnie states with a raised eyebrow, like he is questioning Casey’s sanity.

“So what kind of food is it? Is it a meat, or something more like spinach or potatoes?” Mikey slides down in his seat making the most distressed whine at Casey’s apparent lack of food categories.

“Pizza can be topped with many things, but the most basic of pizzas include: a crust, which is usually made of wheat flour, eggs, salt, and yeast, sauce, typically tomato and can be spiced in varying ways, and cheese, most commonly mozzarella and parmesan, though there are many others that can be used. Most common toppings are pepperoni, beef, mushrooms, sausage, peppers, ham, and pineapple (although that one is an abomination to have on pizza).” Donnie explains.

“Uuuhhh, I think I know what three of those things are” Casey says as most of the ingredients go completely over his head.

“Speaking of. Hold out your arm” Donnie commands.

“What, why?” Casey asks even as he holds it out.

“You’re not going to stick a tracker in him like you did us are you?” Mikey squints at his brother and Leo joins him. Casey wonders to himself if he should tell them that the Donatello from his timeline had already given him a tracker.

“Wait, what’s this about trackers?” Raph asks confused.

“Mmmm It’s nothing to worry about” Donnie mumbles.

“Donnie-“

“BESIDES,” Donnie cuts off the rebuke. “I am not giving him a tracker. (Right now). I merely want to take a blood sample to make sure he isn’t allergic or intolerant to anything. Can’t have him going into anaphylactic shock now can we?”

“Okay, yeah that’s probably a smart thing to check” Raph admits.

Casey holds still while Donnie takes a quick blood sample. Donnie takes it and inserts it into the dash of the turtle tank and graphs and numbers appear on the screens. Casey can’t help but wonder why he has something like that in the transport vehicle, but he guesses maybe that’s more normal in this time.

After a moment the numbers stop and Donnie says “I am happy to announce that Casey Jones is neither Lactose nor Gluten intolerant and is not allergic to any of the most common pizza ingredients. HAZAH.”

The turtles all cheer at the results, and Casey feels himself smiling along with them.

“I texted April and she says she’s gonna meet us at the Pizza place!” Mikey announces after his phone dinged.

“Excellent! We will retrieve the pizzas shortly and then we’ll head over to the bridge.” Donnie says as they turn a corner.

“Hey since Casey still pretty much doesn’t know what pizza is, I can portal him to the bridge and you guys can meet us there with the pizza so he doesn’t get any sneak peaks on the way there.” Leo suggests as he slings an arm over Casey’s shoulders.

“You good with that Casey?” Raph asks him.

“I don’t really understand all this secrecy about it, but I’m fine with it, long as I ‘Grab a Slice’ at some point. It doesn’t matter to me where it happens.” Casey pauses. “Unless Where IS an important part of it?”

“For the most part, No, it doesn’t make a difference. But we like to hang out at the bridge (it’s where we have our box stack record) and since this is your first pizza, it IS important.” Leo explains.

“Okay then, let’s go” Casey gives him a determined smile.

“OOO Can I come with?” Mikey waves his hand in the air excitedly. “I wanna get some sketch ideas of the skyline!”

“Sure thing, Little Bro!” Leo gives him a thumbs up before pulling out his swords. “One portal coming up!”

Casey jumps through the blue portal and he’s on top of a stone and metal structure overlooking much of the city and a river.

Casey had been out in the city with the guys a couple times in the weeks since they beat the Krang, but this was the first time he really has had the chance to look at the city when it was whole.

It was amazing to see what the world looked like without the destruction of the Krang. Casey found himself entranced by the shades of blue that the sky was made of. Casey doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything other than the smog filled skies of the apocalypse, let alone this completely cloudless sky. Both Leo and Mikey quietly join him in his enraptured viewing.

Before he even knows it, the others are back and someone is opening one of the many many many (just how many slices was this???) flat boxes and presenting the circle inside of it to him.

“So this is ‘grabbing a slice’? I don’t get it.” He now understands what the slice part means, holding said slice of the circular flat food, but he still doesn’t understand why this was so important that it was the last thing his sensei told him to do.

Casey doesn’t know what to think of the item. It has so many things stacked on top of each other that the gooey part (cheese? Or was that the sauce?) is threatening to drip off the bottom part (crust? He thinks that’s what Donnie had called it). He can’t imagine that it’d be very good. He does have to admit that it does smell pretty good though, even if it is odd.

“Wait for it...” Mikey says in anticipation

He takes a bite. Chews. And okay wow.

It was AMAZING.

The sharpness of the cheese and the fluffiness of the crust and the savory spices of the toppings all combined made this the most heavenly flavorful thing he had ever had.

“So much better than rats.” He says around the mouthful of pizza while everyone (minus Splinter) nods in agreement with him.

He now understands why they made such a big deal about it. It is truly the best thing he had ever eaten. He could happily eat this for the rest of his life.

Leo slung an arm around his shoulders, “Ya know, the rest of the world we saved is pretty great too.”

Casey hadn’t had much of a chance to think about it, but it would be pretty cool to see what the rest of the world is like without the Krang. If everything is even half as good as pizza is, Casey can honestly say he’s excited to find out all about it.

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The Pizza Game (there is no pizza in the apocalypse)

A Rise of the TMNT fic

Chapter 1 (Prologue) : How it Started

Summary:

“Wow. So that’s it. We’re really out of pizza. Forever.” Mikey leaned back in his chair, somber. “Not forever. Just as long as the Krang are here. Once we beat them, people can go back to growing tomatoes and wheat and yeast and milking cows.” Amended Donnie. “In the mean time we just… have to not think about it.” Raph suggested. “I am not exaggerating when I say: that’s literally impossible,” moaned Leo. “Wait wait, what if we make it like The Game? As soon as you think about it, you lose. The longer you go without thinking about it, you win.” Suggested Raph. --- or 5 times pizza is (not supposed to be) mentioned in the apocalypse, and 1 time the Apocalypse is cancelled and there is free pizza Basically How I think the turtles coped with a world where they "ate rats and leaves"

Ao3 Link

Chapter 1(you are here) | Chapter 2>

It started with the end. Cliché right?

The krang invasion took a lot from the world. One of the worst things it did to the Hamato family, was take Pizza.

Four exhausted no longer teenager (well except for Mikey who was still 19), mutant ninja turtles shuffled into the Rebel base.

“I’m so hungry. How much food are we stocked up with?” Raph asked as he zombie walked to a bench to sit down.

“I don’t know how much there is, but I know what I want.” Mikey said.

“If you say what I think you’re going to say-“ Leo squinted at his youngest brother.

“Pizza!”

“-aaaaaand you said it. Mikey you KNOW we don’t have the stuff for that right?”

“I know! It’s just…” there was a sniffle “I miss it so much!” he sobbed.

“I know little brother.” Leo patted the orange turtle’s shell in consolation.

“Thoughtful hum. We could approximate a pizza with ground up oat paste, those dried tomatoes, and that fungus Draxum grew last week?” Donnie suggested.

Three emphatic “NO”s were groaned back in response.

“My beloved brilliant brother, that is by far the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

“I don’t think that fungus is meant for Human, Mutant, Or Yokai consumption.”

“Wait. Wait wait wait wait, speaking of Yokai…” The blue banded turtle pulled out his communication device (couldn’t really call it a phone. The cell towers no longer worked, and had so much mystic spells for communication embedded in it, Donnie refused to even call it technology anymore) and scrolled through the contacts before selecting one.

It rang once before there was a click of answer.

“Senor Hueso! Hola mi amigooo!” Leo sang.

“Whatever it is, the answer is no.”

“Aw don’t be like that Hueso!”

“Pepino, do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Hm? It’s only-“ Leo looked at the time. It was a little after midnight. “Eugh boy. Sorry Hueso, I didn’t realize it was so late. Wait you answered super quick anyway, why are you still up?”

“I was doing inventory of all my supplies, thank you very much for interrupting that.”

“Oh so perfect timing! We were wondering If you had anything to make a pizza with?” Leo asked hopefully.

The line was quiet for a moment and they would have thought they’d been hung up on if it weren’t for the line still being open.

“And just who is ‘we’?” Hueso questioned.

“HI HUESO! Me and Donnie and Raph are here too!” Mikey shouted over the line, face lighting up with hope at the non-rejection.

“Ah, so four, ever growing Mutant Ninja Turtles.” There was a sigh, and the brother’s leaned in, holding their breath awaiting the verdict if there would be pizza or not, “Yes, I believe I have enough supplies to scrape together a couple pizzas-”

Mikey and Raph got ready to cheer, but Leo held up a hand to wait. Hueso hadn’t said if they could come over yet.

“- and you may come and eat them.” Hueso finished.

“Hueso, you’re the best Skeleton Man we know!” Leo said while his brothers loudly cheered. “You’re still at the Old Water Station, right?” Hueso confirmed.

“We’ll be over in a minute!” Leo chirped as he pulled out his swords and opened a portal.

The four brothers stepped through to just outside of the building.

Senor Hueso had moved there shortly after the beginning of the invasion. The laundromat that had served as an entrance to Run of the Mill had been damaged, and it was no longer a safe section of the city to be in. It had still taken all four brothers and an appearance of Dr. Delicate Touch to convince the skeleton Yokai to leave.

(The Hidden City itself hadn’t been found by the krang, but all the damage that was happening above ground, made it an unstable area to be and a lot of the yokai population had left as well. Most of the city as well as other mystic safehavens were sealed off, not allowing anyone in or out to prevent the krang from finding them and gaining mystic weapons.)

The water station was highly defended and well protected in a section of city that they’d managed to keep the krangazoids out of.

It was a vital place since it provided clean water, and with Hueso setting up a kitchen inside, it was also a source of food for many of the civilians. They had even started a greenhouse garden shortly after moving in. The turtles helped out when they could, so they knew the place pretty well.

The four turtles walked around to the side of the building where they knew there was an entrance hatch, and they slipped inside.

They found Senor Hueso carrying a couple boxes toward the area that had been turned into a kitchen.

“Hey Senor Hueso, thanks for having us!” Raph called as they walked up to him.

“You could have given me a few moments to at least get the dough ready.” Hueso sighed.

“Sorry, we just got really excited!” Leo apologized.

“Michelangelo, you will help me.” He waved for Mikey to follow him.

“Sure thing, Bone Man!” Mikey said excitedly beginning to follow the skeleton into the kitchen.

“Can I help?” Leo asked excitedly. He totally wasn’t hoping to snag an early bite.

“After the last time when you nearly burnt down my kitchen?!” Hueso scoffed, “NO.”

“Aaaaw come on Hueso, that was an accident!” Leo pleaded as the rest of his family chuckled.

It HAD been an accident. Leo had been helping Hueso out when he got a call for back up and he forgot to shut the oven off, or to tell Senor Hueso that he had left. Twenty minutes later, Hueso walked into a kitchen filled with smoke as whatever it had been was burnt beyond recognition.

“You may get everyone some water if you must do something.” Hueso offered.

“Fiiine,” Leo slumped in disappointment. Getting water wasn’t going to get him to pizza faster, but he didn’t want to risk being denied pizza either. “Always a waiter and never a chef” he muttered to himself.

“Senor Hueso, would you mind if I also took an inventory of your supplies?”

“I do not see why not,” Hueso raised an eye ridge at the genius turtle, “but why?”

“April has connections with some other groups of isolated civilians and resistance members. They’ve been looking to do some trading to cover some necessities. Food in exchange for medical supplies and such things.” Donnie explained.

“Hmmm that is fine, just don’t go trading away my supplies before asking me first.”

“I sincerely thank you. Come Raphael! We have data to collect!” Donnie rubbed his hands together eagerly and began walking to the boxes of supplies.

“Sure thing Dee. Mikey, let us know when the pizza is ready,” Raph called over his shoulder before following Donnie.

“Will do!” Mikey chirped back.

“Well, we better get going if you want to eat anytime soon.” Hueso and Mikey headed into the kitchen.

Hueso pulled out the necessary ingredients out of a box and handed them to Mikey. They divided the tasks and set to work.

“So Hueso, have you heard from your brother lately?” Mikey asked as he got the toppings chopped and ready.

“I received a letter from Piel a week ago. He said he was still in the Caribbean. He and his crew managed to … what is the phrase you use “Smack Down”? three of the cargo ships of the krang. He also said he managed to find a few pineapple plants that had survived the drought. He told me he’d give me one the next time he’s here, but we’ll see.”

Mikey raised an eyebrow in question.

“He can never resist a pineapple.” Hueso said fondly. “They’re his favorite.”

“Oh man. Pineapple. Ya know, I bet if we had pineapple right now, even Donnie would gladly have it as a topping.” Mikey mused.

“Well, I’m afraid you all will have to settle for old sausage, night worms, and spinach.”

“Oooo Nightworms! A classic Run of the Mill topping.” Mikey sighed happily.

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30 minutes later Mikey and Hueso walked out of the kitchen and presented the hot pizzas to the three other turtles waiting at one of the tables. Donnie and Raph had just finished the inventory a few minutes prior.

“Oh that smells SO GOOD!” Leo said, as he and both his brothers stared at the pizzas with stars in their eyes and drooling in anticipation.

“You muchachos better enjoy these pizzas. They are likely going to be the last ones.” Hueso told them as he and Mikey set the pizzas onto the table.

Leo nearly fell off his chair as he whipped around to stare at Hueso, “What?! No no, don’t say that!” Say it ain’t so!!!” He pleaded as he grabbed Hueso’s shoulders.

“Yes I’m afraid this is the Last Pizza I’ll be able to make.” Hueso removed Leo’s hands from his shoulders, and turned the turtle back towards the table. “That is the last of my tomato sauce and cheese. I used up the last of my flour months ago. This is actually a cauliflower crust. Gluten free.”

“Wait, Hueso, you’re letting us eat your final pizzas? You didn’t have to do that.” Raph looked at him with wide eyes.

“Of course I did not have to do anything. It seems only right that my most loyal customers get the last ones. Especially when they are fighting those caras de tuberculo recocido.”

Leo nearly choked on his water as he wheezed. Raph smacked him on his back to help.

“Oh I am SO using that!” Leo wheezed to himself.

“What did Hueso say?” Raph asked amused as his brother was nearly falling off the chair laughing.

“He- He called-“ Leo tried to say before wheezing again. He slowly recovered. “He called them Overcooked Tuber Faces AHAHHAHA” Leo broke into laughter again.

“Tuber?” Raph asked, confused, but Leo’s laughter was contagious and he was beginning to laugh himself.

“Like what you call ‘beetroots’” Hueso said with a smirk. Leo’s laughter also getting to the bone man.

Mikey gasped and shouted “OH MY GOSH THEY DO LOOK LIKE OVERCOOKED BEETROOTS!” before he too broke into laughter.

Donnie’s face was scrunched up as he tried to hold in a laugh and failed.

“I am glad you all think I am so funny,” Hueso chuckled after they had laughed for a minute. “But do not let my pizza get cold! Eat, EAT!” He commanded.

“Senor Hueso, I sincerely thank you,” Donnie said as he grabbed a slice reverently

They ate the pizza one slice at a time, trying to savor it as much as they could.

But all good things must come to an end.

“Man what are we going to do now? No more pizza? That makes up like, 90% of our diet!” Leo exclaimed.

“Actually, before the invasion, it made up approximately 71.389% of our diet. And since the invasion began, has been decreasing an average of 1.487% a month.”

“Is there really no way you can get more pizza ingredients?” Raph asked Hueso.

“Not unless you want to try feeding and housing livestock in order to get the cheese and meat toppings. Or grow wheat to grind into flour. Or if you know how to grow and cultivate yeast?”

“That… sounds very time and resource consuming. I’m not sure even the more isolated sections of the resistance further west where there’s less krang have the supplies necessary. Although there could be old government compounds that possibly hold more supplies.” Donnie stated.

“I don’t know… would the head honchos allow us to make deals and trades just to get pizza supplies?”

“Who are you calling a head honcho?”

“Ya know that self-proclaimed government leader guy. Agent Knight?”

“You mean Bishop? Yeah, no. I don’t think he’d allow trades of government supplies just so we can have pizza again. Wouldn’t want to trade with that shmuck anyway.”

“Guess it’s back to raising livestock ourselves then.”

“It’d be nice to have a pet cow. We could get fresh milk and learn how to make cheese!” Mikey said excitedly.

“And just what are you gonna feed this pet cow?” Raph asked.

“Ummm…. Grass?”

“And where are you going to get this grass? And where are you going to keep the cow?”

“Okay okay I get it. No pet cow.” Mikey frowned. “Unless Hueso let’s me grow grass in the green-“

“I am afraid not. There is hardly enough room for the everything we are growing now, we can’t have a section just for grass.”

“Darn.”

“Wait Hueso did you say this was the last of your tomato sauce? I thought you and Hueso Jr. were growing tomato plants?” Leo questioned.

“We have managed to grow some tomatoes, but it isn’t enough to make sauces with. We have limited space in the greenery and we are trying to grow foods that are a little more filling and nutritious. Mainly potatoes, spinach, broccoli, and cauliflower. Speaking of-“

Hueso turned to Donnie, “I assume you took inventory of that as well?”

“Affirmative, and I have already sent you a copy of all the data I collected.” Hueso thanked him.

“Wow. So that’s it. We’re really out of pizza. Forever.” Mikey leaned back in his chair, somber.

“Not forever. Just as long as the Krang are here. Once we beat them, people can go back to growing tomatoes and wheat and yeast and milking cows.” Amended Donnie.

“In the mean time we just… have to not think about it.” Raph suggested.

“I am not exaggerating when I say: that’s literally impossible,” moaned Leo.

“Wait wait, what if we make it like The Game? As soon as you think about it, you lose. The longer you go without thinking about it, you win.” Suggested Raph.

“But there’s really no “winning” to The Game,” Donnie pointed out.

“Sure there is. It’s whoever can go the longest time without thinking ‘bout it.”

“Okay so what’s the winner gonna get?” Mikey asked.

“Uuuhhh bragging rights?” Raph said with a wince at lack of a better prize.

“Boo. How about winner gets The First Slice of Real Pizza once we send these caras de tuberculo recociodo back to where they came from and we have cheese and tomatoes and flour again?” Leo suggested.

“Not a bad prize I must admit.” Donnie said, and Mikey and Raph nodded in agreement with him.

“We’ll have to let Pops, April and Casey know about the Game too, so they know not think about it,” Raph

“Oh shit guys. April’s gonna kill us for not saving her a slice. No worse. She’ll just be disappointed and sick CASEY on us.” Leo slide down his seat in despair.

“I already have that covered.” Mikey said proudly before brandishing a box with a small pizza inside of it. It was the same as they had eaten, minus the night worms, which April didn’t like, and Casey didn’t care for.

“You’re a lifesaver Angelo.”

“Wait does this mean that April and Casey actually get the last pizzas?”

“Like I said, for my most loyal and best krang fighting customers” Hueso smirked.

“I’m HURT, Senor Hueso!” Leo gasped and placed a hand dramatically on his chest.

“I’m sure you’ll live. Now if you all will pardon me, I am going to sleep now. You may see yourselves out.”

“Thanks again Hueso, you’re the best!” They all shouted their thanks as he walked off to where he slept.

“Buenas noches,” he yawned and waved over his shoulder at them as he left.

One portal trip and pizza sharing conversation later, the turtle brothers had explained the new Pizza game to April, Casey, and Splinter.

Donnie marked the time and date and announced, “No more talking or thinking about pizza! Starting … NOW!”

“This is going to be impossible.”

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Chapter 2>

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