Werribee Hills. Arid rocky, dune riddled, desert beach terraine

Mike has to actively fight another hiss, the teeth baring in the silent fury that was more Raph's thing than his own. But he'd felt it before, during the last Battle Nexus where he had to defend his title.


He looks at MikeyMikey and then back towards the DonnieBoy, and Donnie smiling, he guy really had been with kids before, the sound was scary and loud andyet the guy managed to make the little almost crying in fright golden boy calm, and even almost go back to sleep on his shoulder and neck crook.


then back to MikeyMikey. " if they don't find us, stay low and quiet and when their resting we might be able to cause a distraction - maybe by setting the weird large creatures loose and steal one of the sailors from them to get clear, disable the other one maybe to slow them following us too soon.... I have to warn Leo and or Raph or Don to get a message to Erica she's got a bounty on her head here in the desert and to stay clear until we are out of it." He lays out a rough plan, its soft barely in whisper and slow so MikeyMikey or the Dons with them could shoot him down and make better suggestions if they had them or better sort out his suggestions.

Malcolm had been trying to cry, but really too scared with all the noise! he snuggled into Donnie - and


and...


the bouncing made his little worried breaths slow. the soft touch of hand over his shell soothed his pounding heart and he knew his big turtle was close, his other big turtles, close. He hides face into neck crook and closes eyes.


DonnieBoy is listening, now really understanding what kind of precarious situation they were in as Genio Innocuo. Revered, but not always in a good way. And he understands Mike's all turtle angry aggressive almost hissing. But is glad he was careful to keep these sounds low. So low. " I like your ideas, but maybe more organised, we hide, wait and when they rest maybe Donnie and I will sneak out first, disable the closest sailor and hide on the furthest on. You guys count, say thirty, then sneak over with the little guy, or we'll have him with us, either way on the way over - it looks like their just tethering those big things - so cut the ropes holding them and get them running." he offers whispering in the same barely breathing tones.


Glad the little guy was being quiet. And offering up the floor for ideas from Donnie and MikeyMikey.

Donnie is sort of torn. He doesn't really want to be part of the initial stealth mission while holding Malcolm, but at the same time, he's not sure how the kid would handle being passed off either. He wants Mike free to fight. Guy looks serious, and like he would be entirely too willing to mess up these Jackal Jokers.

"Shouldn't be too difficult to at least, say, remove one of those wheels. But I'll bet they're tricky to get back on."

While they're at it, maybe they could screw up the sails on it too.

Too bad they didn't have a Leo with swords... That would sure be useful right about now. But knots came untied the old fashioned way too.

And Donnie would bet there's a knife somewhere that they could get their hands on in a pinch.

"Plan seems sound."

Hopefully he could get Malcolm to really fall asleep and pass him off to MikeyMikey before they had to go though. He let the bounce sort of shift to a sway and continued to soothe the child. Little Guy had to be tired. He would wait until the child was more limp before he tried something like that though. That was a lesson already learned, thank you very much!

Malcolm burps contentedly, now the noise had dwindled he is drifting back off to sleep slowly. Even sucking on the edge of Donnie's plastron happily.


Mike calms himself, he was not Raph he couldn't fuel this on anger alone, and nods a little getting a group consensus turning towards Donnie and Malcolm reaching over stroking his little boys head. Oh he will die to defend him.


Donnieboy smiles and turns back to watch the camp then digs in his pockets. " smoke bombs, a couple each, if thrown directly at faces will disorientate. If thrown at the ground they will spark and send a cloud of glitter black powder up - it's safe to breath and gives you about five seconds to get clear or attack in the fog. I also have some small exploding shurikens, one each simple enough press and hold the center for three Mississippi's worth of a timer, toss and throw. Might come in handy to get the beasts running or blow the sand sailors tracks off." He pulls out said collections and shows them off placing them on the dried wood in front.


Mike nods smiling, " we'll take some each and use them if need too." whispering, " he's out... thanks man... glad you are feeling a bit better than earlier too." a grin at his counterpart. " way more practiced then iwas at the start,Erica had to show me a lot about toddler care."


Beyond them the camp noisy at they tied and tether the larger herd or flock animals. and built up a fire, thankfully covering any noise they might make...

Donnie gave Mike space to stroke the little boy's head. Mike was the little guy's dad now after all.

He listens attentively to the explanation of the smoke bombs and exploding shuriken from his counterpart. They're not entirely unlike his own, and he nods. Though his exploding shuriken have a different trigger, this is simple enough. During the explanation, even though the child is out, he continues to sway him.

Donnie waits for MikeyMikey to select a few of the items DonnieBoy had laid out, and looks over as Mike speaks.

"Yeah... well... Let's just not confuse 'better' with 'good'..." Sure, he's standing and he's functional. It's really more because he doesn't have a choice than because he's actually feeling ready and raring to go. Still, he's vertical and definitely more aware of what's going on than he had been before he fell asleep. Without the rest, and maybe the Pepperup Potion, Donnie probably would have been a burden still rather than able to help.

"Hey, at least he doesn't have telekinetic abilities like the Neutrino babies do. After taking care of a Neutrino, this is a piece of cake."

"Or a piece of pizza." MikeyMikey added in with a soft chuckle.

Okay... maybe they shouldn't say things like that... "We also have a sort of unfortunate record for getting ourselves de-aged..."

Still swaying, as MikeyMikey comes over. MikeyMikey steps up next to him, matching movement, and they hand off the child almost seamlessly.

Sort of like they've done this before... Malcolm's mouth barely even left Donnie's plastron before MikeyMikey's was available to him.

"He's just as gooey as a Neutrino though..." Donnie wiped off some drool from his plastron and flicked it to the ground. He then selected a few of the weapons himself and tucked them in his belt.

MikeyMikey took over swaying the little boy, snuggling him close.

"I'll take it, if at any time your not feeling good ... well stick close to DonnieBoy and we'll go with a Raph style crash bash and dash instead of this Leo type plotting..." Mike chuckles and moves back slowly and very barely so the Dons could move forward.

It was still too soon to move but they did have to become quiet and as still as possible as the camp beyond them becomes a little more quieter as the beings settled to cook and rest. The head female barking orders here and there, the one sniffing about but as Mike and Erica and Malcolm had been all over this part of the rockery and pools and dunes and the ever windy shifting state of the place the scents thankfully didn't lead him anywhere...yet.


DonnieBoy smiles at Donnie, "it's a start... hah from what I know most kids are messy - and adorable... and hah well he might breath fire and fly but yes no powers... that we know of...yet." watching the exchange and impressed. Malcolm latched on again and settled - though it was brief the continued swaying sending him into the floppiness of true sleep.


Mike grins he stays beside MikeyMikey watching the little boy become slinky. " Glad I have expert sort of dads then to help teach me some more."


And now they wait... waiting for a time to strike.


DonnieBoy taking a moment to point out to Donnie the best way he could see around the water that they had to cross to get into this hiding spot. Wondering if they go around or though.

MikeyMikey chuckled almost silently when Mike called them expert dads. Keeping his voice down, as was appropriate for the time being.

"Telekinesis was way hard to miss, Dude. You'd have to be tooootally out of it. MicroDude's just a sweet, little guy. Sure, the little dragon tot probably had some tricks up his proverbial sleeves, but at least for now, he's a fairly normal baby. You know... mostly.

"Dude, this one time I had to babysit like all three of my buds at like this age. It was like, totally whack. I was like, waaaayyy outnumbered."

He is still swaying Malcolm, slowly letting the motion fade to stillness as the child is floppy in his arms now.

If MikeyMikey is using the word 'like' way too often, Donnie doesn't really seem to notice. It's apparently just how the guy speaks.

Donnie gestures around the water. He's not really sure he's up for a swim before attacking these hunters. As it is, they're playing the waiting game for now, and he sits down and leans against a rock. Getting what rest he can while they wait. He's not going to sleep, just not being up and about either.

DonnieBoy shivers, " sounds both amazing and a little scary a time man, and your right about that at least this little guy at the moment is easy enough to handle" a grin back over the little boy, he was an adorable fluid like weight now. Then nodding and shifting himself to sit beside Donnie, let him rest a bit placing back items in his pockets, it wasn't all he had in there but he wasn't going to offer other weapons if their not familiar with others. Now was not the time to play with such things. Nah they will make do with the bombs and shuriken and he trusted the turtles to only use them if needed.


Mike hovers close to MikeyMikey and watches Malcolm just breath, a bit of a grin, " Yeah I am glad the little guy can't make things float away or throw things with his mind." he sits behind the Dons, best to try conserving their energies as much as possible.


they can see though the gaps and watch the bustling group slooowly begin to settle around fires. What ever meat they were roasting smell fantastic.

"Yeah, how about you and Leonardo running away from the lair and out into traffic." Donnie countered, he actually opens his eyes at this point. Looking toward the camp that seems to be settling down for the night.

"You know... it really depends on who he's throwing things at..." He hadn't actually minded the telepathy much when the Neutrino baby had been throwing things at Shredder!

"Like, for sure, Dude! I'm just tooootally glad he was on our side."

Donnie wasn't really paying attention to MikeyMikey anymore. He's watching the camp.

"They're settling down with their dinners. Is that enough, or should we wait a little longer for them to start falling asleep?"

Honestly, Donnie is inclined to let them start falling asleep. Maybe it will dull their reflexes a little more. On the other hand, he's going to have to last that long too. Well... he can still rest a little longer if they wait.

Mike grins, " figures it would be a Mike to run away... bit surprised a Leo joined in." he chuckles, " hahaha does that include water balloons at brothers?" about throwing things around.


He leans a little to his left to get a good look around the camp, " we'll let them become comfortable and let their guards down after the meal and drinks before making a move. they wont be so eager to keep an eye out fresh full from food." he whispers, and it gave Donnie a little bit longer to just rest before action.

"Dude, who says I started it? Everyone knows Leo's the leader."

Donnie shrugged at the statement. He honestly doesn't know who started it. The kids had sneaked out! That's sort of the end of what he could say for sure.

MikeyMikey snuggled the little guy in his arms and found a spot to sit with him for awhile. Sure, MikeyMikey was feeling just fine, but there was really no reason to stand here holding the toddler if he didn't have to.

"Sounds good, Dude. And it totally included everything. Big, small, water balloons, Donnie's stupid, psycho pizza maker."

"Hey! It wasn't stupid. It just had a few bugs in it."

"Whatever you say, Dude."

Even though they'd just eaten not too long ago, whatever this crew was cooking smelled good. He bets it would taste great on a pizza.

" naaaaaah com on we all knowLeo's are suckers for the Mikey faces." and he pulls one now with a grin.


"sounds like my antigravity calzone maker." DonnieBoy chuckles, listening and sort of paying attention but mostly he is focused on the party ahead, his belly threatening to rumble, well he doesn't want to be given away by rumbling stomachs so pulls pizza out of his pockets and offers bits out to the gathered turtles, chuckling and marvelling at the out cold toddler sleeping all sparkly and gold in MikeyMikey's arms.


Beyond them the camp was full of the usual sorts of jokes and stories and songs and some small scuffles over choice bits of food as they ate and drank.


Yes it was best to wait.

"Dude! Like... no way! Okay... maybe a little way..." Though MikeyMikey wasn't actually as prone to puppy eyes as some of his counterparts are.

Typically, he didn't have to, or he knew it just wasn't worth it.

Still, he could manage when the time called for it!

"I'm still not owning sneaking out of the lair when we were three." He laughed softly.

Donnie sure looked excited about the antigravity calzone maker. MikeyMikey isn't sure that's a good thing.

"Dude, Donnie's inventions blow up, like... all the time."

"Not all the time..." MikeyMikey gave his bud a look.

"Almost all the time." MikeyMikey clearly still thinks it's all the time.

"Thanks for that." Donnie grunted, unhappily.

MikeyMikey chuckled. It's an old argument. Donnie knows darned well most of his stuff blows up. The day's not complete unless Donnie's had blow up.

Wriggling his toes and fingers and that little tail Malcolm stays stretched out and limp and even with a sort of smile on his face.


Mike laughs silently and bumps shoulder to shoulder with his counterpart, " I am both very amused and wishing we had some moments where some of us were turned small to get this type of practice handling shorties.ah well... ahhaah my Don is very careful anout his lab and iventions, though at least once every few to five days there will be some small bang or mini boom. Sometimes a run away vehicle." he could see the camp becoming a bit boisterous and gathers something they are drinking is alcoholic. Well at least some will have extremely poor judgement.


Awwwww he rubs the little plastron softly.


" what about you DonnieBoy?" knuckle to his shoulder.


DonnieBoy had been chuckling soundlessly at the chatter and grinned sheepishly, " weeeeell - yeah... yeah it happens, usually my own doing sometimes a delayed reaction to Mikey having done something. Almost daily for me when home - it's just... I still have experiments that need doing. namely trying to change pulverizer back to human.


He still dropped of notes to the guys mother - all he could do for her was tell her the truth, sort off, her son was being kept, not entirely against his will someplace safe and would one day return to her. He just had to keep trying.

Donnie is actually taking some sort of strange comfort in the fact that his fellow Donatellos have some complete busts in their own inventions and experimenting. At least he's not alone in that.

"Runaway vehicles are the worst." Yeah, he'd rather things blow up than deal with that!

There was something in DonnieBoy's tone. Donnie gives him a sad smile. He's not going to say he understands, but... he sees you.

Donnie looks over at the camp that seems to be having an awfully good time. They look sort of drunk.

Good.

"Still waiting a little longer, or is it time?" He actually hasn't moved. He's still sitting in the same spot.

Chiiiiiirp in his sleep and so very happily. Tail waggily for a few moments as whatever was in his dreams made his little froggy friend move onto his plastron and sit there croacking happily tongue catching a few bugs.

A bit of a sad grin at his fellow Don... then a wide eyed look and he pulls out his t phone, " I don't know why I didn't think of that right then but with all the Don's supposedly running about this world perhaps one or more of us could tackle this issue I have at home together... I have to develop a specific retromutagen for this guy..." show the frozen mutagen man. Or Timothy. " its our fault he ended up a semi sentient canister full of organs suspended in goo." then he recalls.


"oh wait... no we'll geek over it later... but I am so enlisting all the brains to help me." oh yes and maybe finally return the boy to his mothers care. And maybe with notice for her to have him watched closely by some mental health professionals, being mutated.

Donnie looked up as his counterpart started asking for help. He looked at the picture on the phone and cringed.

"Ew... Now there's a mutation I wouldn't want any part of either."

DonnieBoy then changed his mind, at least about the timing. Donnie looked forward to a chance to work on it though!

"I've dealt with several retromutagens back in our world. Seems like Kraang almost has a mutagen of the week. Some are easy to counteract... others... no so much. Surely there's something that can help him."

It's reassuring. And Donnie has definitely had some experience in that department.

Mike chuckles as he watches the Don's and is glad the skinny one was eager to collaborate - oh yeah Don he thought a big word!


Don't ask him to say it out loud!


And it meant in the future when this was over he'd get to hang with these interdimensional counterparts, he nudges MikeyMikey and grins at his golden boy, " when ever the brains go do brainy things and squinty things we should hang with our fellow Mike's bet they'd loved to board and have pizza." of that he was certain! and on the other things he huuuummmms what would Leo do/


' give it a bit longer let them become more confident there is no trouble then you two can make a move..." just long enough to allow all the camp become a little tipsy.

MiekyMikey is chuckling at Mike's offer. "Like, for sure, Dude! It would just be un-Michelangelo if they didn't like boarding and pizza." Mmm.. pizza...

Sure, DonnieBoy had just offered them bits of food, and he had accepted! But what can he say? MikeyMikey is always up for pizza! Even if he just ate.

Getting closer. He's still relaxing, but starting to feel that pre-fight anxiousness!

DonnieBoy smiles and nods, " Yeah it is scary, before his mutation he was just a ice cream truck driving sort of simple minded fan boy of ours, literally a stalker in some cases, but a good guy all told, I searched his history in look for family. Dangerous as a mutant." A nod he understood sometimes there was something going on that prevented retro mutagen working. " yeah have few mutation at home that didn't respond to retromutagen... might be able to help with some of yours too." a grin, he loved his brothers and missed them all deeply now, though he would definitely enjoy collaborating with fellow brain trust. Amused and as little Malcolm snoozes on - and Mike obviously just had to brush against the little boy now and then - hah he was wrapped.


In fact DonnieBoy could probably say they all were hah!


He pulls out a few more bits of pizza to share around - to keep their bellies from giving them away and as the party beyond drank more and ate and became content and still he hoped them having bits to chew now would prevent any one going to try making a dash for the camp food. " the only problem with that you two is that all the Leonardos and Raphaels will be together... oh man the testosterone spill that would be."



Mike snorts with laughter mid big bite of pizza slice after offering it towards MikeyMikey as a sort of 'clinking' of a toast here here in total agreement, it would be totally weird to met a Mike not into pizza and boarding!!


Soon... they were feeling the edge of the coming tasks... soooon as some of the party, the big female specifically settled to rest. Very sooon.

"Ah... one of those." Sure, Donnie and his brothers have had their share of stalkers. They're sort of regulars on the news after all.

"We had some guy stalking us trying to write a comic book about us." They'd managed to stop him, but it had been pretty nerve wracking for awhile there. "Of all things." He huffed softly. Still thinking a comic about them was ridiculous.

He doesn't notice the look on MikeyMikey's face. Michelangelo never let it slip that he actually had a copy of a comic about them.

"We have a couple mutants that might not really want to be what they are, but most of the ones that haven't been changed back are actually mutants by choice." He shudders, thinking of one pair in particular. "I'll probably never understand Garbage Man and Joe Eyeball, but... whatever, their choice... I guess."

This is not to say that Donnie is that good at retromutagens. But Kraang or the mutagen's original creators often had an antidote or at least a partial one just in case.

Donnie accepted a little of the pizza, but not much. He doesn't want to give away their position, but he wants to be able to move when it's time too! And while he's happy to munch pizza, he's not MikeyMikey.

"Oof, especially if they're like yours, that could be a mess." Donnie's not really too worried about his own Raph and Leo, they're pretty chill compared to DonnieBoy's. And based on what he's seeing from Mike...? Mike's family is probably more like DonnieBoy's than his own.

Maybe more intense. Mike is seriously ripped.

Mike sniggers and elbows Mikemikey whispering as the Don's whisper, but lower and sort of in his counterparts earhole whilst he uses the pretext of again just marvelling at the living golden boy currently laying in a spread of akimbo arms and legs in MikeyMikey's hold, " sooo did any of the comic get published or at least finished?" grin that would be sooo cool. Speaking of a dude who found TurtleTitan comics in the future visit and stay. That was sooo awesome.


And a nod at Donnie, " a big mess, and smell... cause you know fairy moles and whatnot."



Donnie boy is chuckling a bit at the description of these guys own version of a stalker. " My Mikey would think that was cool to have a comic book written about us, but yeah a bit creepy..." Just a bit - and laughs at Mike's words, " pheromones Mike - and yes we beta and omega types would definitely be on edge with that much of it hanging about... though maybe by the end of this our Leos and Raphs might have learned how to control themselves." he was sure if there was a group with two Mikes and two Don there was two reds and two blues together somewhere. Possibly.


Then... it was time he gestures for a shhhhhhhhh and nudges his fellow Don lightly with knuckles to knuckles, " lets move -' and he is creeping - in the shadow of the tree and the clouds to go around the pond, waiting for Donnie.

When Mike asks if any of the comics had been published, MikeyMikey makes a quiet signal and nods. But Donnie thinks they don't exist! Don't tell him!

Thankfully, Donnie his busy with his counterpart, and didn't notice MikeyMikeyh telling that sort of secret.

Like Donnie, MikeyMikey isn't too worried about his own Leo and Raph, though maybe Leo could get a little alpha-y at times, and he liked to call the shots, his Leo knew how to be chill when it was called for.

He watches a little worried as the Donnies start moving out.

"Here goes nothing..."

"If the other Leos and Raphs are like yours... I think that's a lot to hope for..." Donnie half chuckles. He then gets up. It's go time!

He glances back and gives MikeyMikey a reassuring nod. It will be fine.

"You got it." Is the quiet response to the order to move. He stays right on his counterpart's tail for now. Hidden in the shadows as much as possible. Making their way around the pond to disable one of the sand sailors before taking over the other one.

This was fine... They could do this...

With no Leos...

It would be fine! Just because the last time his buds tried to lead instead of Leo it ended in disaster didn't mean that it would go badly this time! Oh... he's nervous, but trying not to show it.

DonnieBoy had to nod and snigger a bit at that, missing the silent chatter between the Mikeys and well Donnie wasn't wrong, " though it would be a good way to study different sets of mutant turtles and see if there is hierarchy among them too - I mean we are reptiles but for my brothers and I some of father dna and other humans were left on us and they... or their closest relatives chimps have definite male dominated societies and we may have inherited some of those traits - wait now is not the time sorry. Here MikeyMikey and Mike a backpack, it is not ideal but would free up hands if yous puts the little guy in there to carry." He pulls it out of his pockets, it was usually a bag for him to stuff delicate goodies in but now it was empty and well the little gold boy  might be able to fit in without too much hassel.


And his excited ramblings about studying their behaviours as opposed to others turtles tails away and he forces a silence. He is used to having to lead a small group of his own so is not entirely uncomfortable with this, keeping low and making sure he and Donnie only moved when a gust of wind or the shadows thrown by the moon do. Only if there is a rustle of the massive still agitated creatures like camel birds humped and odd but they provided places for Donnie and he to skirt around and a good scent cover, they were pungent! And they were at least able to get to the first sailor without attracting attention. And now... to study it and get an idea how best to wreck it.


they had to work fast Mikes would be moving soonish to get to the beasts moving and and to the other sailor.


" cut the securing ropes? and you had an idea to disable one of these tracks?" he grins, ' that would prevent them doing any repairs and coming after us in a hurry... mmmm what if we cut the ropes and then put one of the exploding shuriken on the tracks? of course that means the  noise but by then the Mikes should have the beasts untied and ready to run so we'll have that..."


~


A triumphant gesture at MikeyMikey's giving up the secret about the comic and grinning a little at him mouthing cooooool and indeed keeping it from the Dons amused by DonnieBoys eagerness and his ability to ... barely reign it back in.


Mike eyes the bag and then his little boy - the bag again and a bit of a siiiigh and opens the bag up checks for anything pointy or sharp sniffs it then wets the front pocket thoroughly slipping Froggo in there for now to keep the little amphibian safe, and then holds open the big pocket for MikeyMikey to situate the boy as best they could in the space... choosing to rip a couple of holes for the boys legs. And one for his tail. They had minimal time to get him in and be off to make those big beasts move.

"All in good time, Mendel." Donnie commented, as DonnieBoy dragged himself back to the task at hand. It was interesting, yes, but they had a mission to complete.

He followed his more experienced counterpart closely, actually taking this seriously and moving only when DonnieBoy moved.

Donnie has to pause a moment at the camelbirds. And he thought he'd seen weird mutants... But he can't dally long, and he hurries after his counterpart.

"Yeah, the securing lines would be effective. The shuriken will definitely take care of those tracks, but maybe we can do better. Let's get closer. And it doesn't matter if they hear us once we're already going." At least that's the idea... hopefully.

"You got something better than a shuriken to cut those ropes with? A Leo would be really useful right about now..."

As the Donnie's slip off, MikeyMikey watches as his counterpart rip up the backpack to make it more comfortable for Malcolm. Hopefully it at least lasts for the fight. It should. He doesn't know why it wouldn't.

He carefully puts the floppy child into the backpack, watching out to make sure legs and tail went in the proper holes.

"You want him, or want my to take him, Dad?" Just making it clear that it's Mike's kid. He's in charge. MikeyMikey will take "If you're anything like DonnieBoy's family... you're probably a stronger fighter than I am." He admits. DonnieBoy's family was super intense. And he's pretty sure Mike's is the same.

" Daaaaad.... always wanted to be a daaaad. It's happening earilier than I had hoped and not the way Imeant but always wanted to - Really got to say yes to Ee soon." He grins and nods, "I'll um take him against my plastron" he decides after a moment and slips arms through the backpack arm straps and drew the sleepily not really awake but eyes open at them little boy to him and nuzzle him, churr, churr...


Soft and low and ooooh hegrins adding a slight bump of snout to temple to MikeyMikey, " you guys have your own strengths,come on the Don's should be at the sailor, we'll go get those beasts free." a nod and as Donnies had moved they would, moving with the shadows and to the sand drifts and sounds made to hide them as much as possible for as long as possible.

A grin at his fellow Donnie and he squeezes his staff at that special point that made the blade shoot out of hiding, and he tugs free of his wrist bindings that were pretty dirty now he really should change them or just rip them all off but the wrappings hid other shivs. He holds out out to Donnie.


"Hah would love a Leo right about now, heck would even settle for a Raph - but these blades should doo the trick... I'll get to cutting if you handle the other bit -"


And for a moment he freezes when the buzz buzz of the giant hornet thing resting on the sailors plankings makes jackals near by twitch ears their way - but no one is look too fussed. Yet.


Indicating he'll follow Donnie's lead on this bit on how best to ruin this craft and add to the chaos about to be unleashed. Ready to cut away!

"Niiiiice!" Donnie laughed softly as the blade appeared. Perfect! That would do! He accepts a couple of the shivs. Just in case...

The buzzing hornets and the twitchy ears makes Donnie freeze too. He shot a slightly nervous glance toward his counterpart.

"You know... bugs don't usually bother me, but those things are kinda terrifying up close..." Not that he's going to let that stop him, but that's a biiig hornet...

"Cut away! I've got the track." Somehow... He jumps over to the track in question. It's sturdy, but surely there's a weak spot somewhere, and he finds it. It takes a bit of doing and some patience, and a whole lot of leveraging! He tumbles to the ground as the track falls away. But hey! It's off, and he landed fairly quietly in soft sand. And even if they can get it back onto the vehicle, it won't last long.

"Huhn. No muss, no fuss!" Just a little sweat. He gets up and scrambles away.

"Guess life's kinda funny like that, Dude." MikeyMikey chuckled.

And he laughed at the bump and the reassurance.

"Oh, like, I know, Dude! And I ain't no slouch, but... I've seen his bros too, and frankly, man. You're huge."  Like ripped. It's a compliment.

And he hurries off after Mike to free the beasts and cause a nice mess for the hunters to have to clean up.

Hopefully with no sand sailor! HA!

DonnieBoy grins and nods, giving himself a few moments to choose and plot his targets and the needed forces and angles and picture how best to move his bo to meet those points - then he is moving and slashing through the ropes easily enough -cutting though those hidden from sight at this angle form the majority of the camp, that way when they are spotted and the dudes make a break from it they will waste a little time before realizing the ropes -


hah! and now a track is wrecked, he hops down beside his bud and reaches down to pull him up. " nicely done they will have trouble catching us in that haha come on the Mikes wont be long getting the beasts moving lets make a dash for the other sailor.' voices low but soon enough they could break ninja stealth for speed to cover the last yards to the still functional sailor.


~


Malcolm was back asleep and Mike was grinning at MikeyMikey's words, " really, his brothers dont look like they need a lot of food like this guy?" pointing at the lean tall Donnie barely noticable and moving with the wind stirred sail so quietly, though Mike is sure he is cutting something if the glint of metal was anything to go by and he assumed Donnie had done significantly more damage by the way the sailor slooooowly sunk listed to the side a bit.


He and MikeyMikey creeping over to the beasts eyeing the ropes and tethers in the ground and points at the main rope, [color=#FF8C00]" mmmmm cut that one and it might all collasp enough for these things to pull free and run.... you or me?['color] grinning feeling about for a throwing knowing from his belt to do the cutting with.

Donnie watched the far side of the sailor start to sag, in addition to it sinking into the sand. HA! That should definitely slow them down a little!

"This thing isn't going anywhere." Donnie grinned as his counterpart helped him up, and he hurried after the taller turtle, hurrying for the still functional sand sailor as quickly as they could while still prioritizing stealth.

The Mikes had to be almost finished.

"Nah, Dude. He's like... unique." He chuckled. "'Svelte' to hear him say it."

MikeyMikey crept after his counterpart. He was actually pretty good at this sort of thing when he put his mind to it. Really it's just high stakes follow the leader!

He slips over, and peeks at what Mike is pointing out.

"You got the MicroDude. I got this."

Clearly not as prepared as these other turtles, he waits to get the knife before slipping off to the beasts.

"Niiiice beastiiieees... You like... tooootally don't want to trample Uncle Miiikey..." Moving among them carefully, cutting the ropes!

Most of the ropes fell loose, or at least looser. Shouldn't be a problem to get these guys moving! Getting just a little distance back toward where Mike was, MikeyMikey closed his grappling hook, and threw it, letting the closed weapon smack one of the critters in the rear!

"Git along little dogies!" And back to following Mike!

hahaha " hahah svelte - dude needs some cheeseburgers." he chuckles and nuzzles the little head against him before moving through the pack of large creatures towards where he wanted to angle once the beasts started moving, and the wild thing sensed MikeyMikey was up to something they began to get restless.


It wasn't until he threw that grappling hook that the small mob really realised there was no pressure from the tethers anymore when they pulled on the hastily driven through their noses spikes and that was all the large herd bull needed then he tossed his head and a bellow that made the sleepy lounging drunk camp jump there was a mass movement - right through the middle of the once relaxed hunter camp.


Mike grins, " hah thats awesome - come on Don's should be behind us..." he heads for the second sailor to claim it and ready for a possible fight when one of the stunned lot of the camp yelled -


" GENIO INNOCUO!"

"Dude, like, for sure!" MikeyMikey commented about DonnieBoy needing a few cheeseburgers!

He makes short work of pulling his grappler back in, and tucking it into his belt so they can move a little more efficiently.

"You got it, Dude." MikeyMikey hurried after his counterpart, racing for the undamaged Sailor.

"That's like, us, right? He asked of the Genio Innocuo thing. That was the weird word for them, wasn't it?

Either way, he's hurrying, and the grappler is making a reappearance.

Mike laughs, " yep that's us - oh hey guys good work on the sailor - forget stealth - run!" he nervous laughed then answered MikeyMikey making sure to stay with his counterpart though he was aware he had the length of stride to pull ahead but they were gaining on the Dons and he compliments their work the female Jackal thing was moving the fastest yelling to get them!


" weapons out guys and strike hard these people intent to capture and possible sell or do other horrible things to us." to my son went through Mike's mind and ooooh he couldn't let it happen. Nope! They were at the second sailor the down side to the animals being loose was they too had to dodge angry fighting beasts intent on trampling everything as well as the jackals.


Still they were at the sailor - " get it going!?"

" hahah nope not going no- the pleased tone becomes a gasp as he and Donnie are just getting moving and oh boooy!


They were on the moooove! the beasts all over the place and the hunters had realised they were there! " We're here - we're on your six!' and ahhh! he does shove Donnie a little to direct him aside as one of the rampaging animals crashed past barely missing himself going with his counterpart. The Mikes are there! and their all running for the other sailor hoping none of the large critters crash into it and or break it - or crush them!


He leaps for the good sailor and knows they had to get it moving but isn't sure how - the hornet thing had to fly he knew to create a draft for the sail, bo staff still had it's blade out and he is ready to fight but also tracking his fellow 'genio innocuo' to make sure they all make it!


Mike's shout and the sudden noise startles Malcolm who makes a low wailing sound as he wakes frightened by the sudden move from the quiet stealth to the rapid motions and noise.

MikeyMikey is doing a fair job of keeping up with Mike. Not great, but fair. He's close behind.

At the call to arms, he has out his grappler. There are probably nunchucks... theoretically... somewhere... but they're nowhere in sight.

As they reach the sailor and jump aboard, MikeyMikey can't help but think that both of the Donnies seem to be at least mildly perplexed by the vehicle.

"Don't suppose either of you have figured out how this thing works...?"

For now, he stays on the side with most of the approaching baddies. Every so often, he throws the grappler. First to clock someone in the head. Then it wrapped around another guy. He pulled hard, and it made the guy spin like a yo-yo.

It shouldn't have worked, but somehow it did.

Donnie nearly goes down when he's shoved to the side, but one hand brushes the ground instead and he's back up and running. But definitely better than being trampled.

"Thanks." When they reach the sailor, he has his bo out, but he's looking at the vehicle. Lots of ropes, pulleys, sails...

And giiiiiaaaant hornets. Which have to fly somehow... He really doesn't want to provoke a hornet. So hopefully they take verbal commands?

"Alright, little hornet. Time to mooove. Giddyup! Yipyip! Mush! Uh... Highho Silver!" And he keeps going through anything else that he's seen in a movie to make animals move, even as he looks at DonnieBoy and tries to help get sails up and positioned.

Of course, he's sort of guessing how these work...

For a moment Mike is laughing at the yo yoing - " thaaaats a good one! heads up!" and just intime as an attack comes there way, Mike was watching the female, for the moment she hung back letting smaller females and the males come this way, some running for the other sailor not yet realising what was wrong with it.


He offers one chuck to his counterpart to free up one of his hands so he could rub the small head the little boy was soft wailing, not the first relentless calling howl of fear he'd done the first day all alone in the sand being surrounded by hunters and a beastly cat. His nuzzling had lowered the startled cry to a soft sort of mewing now he just needed to settle the little fellow a bit more. Just a bit more kicking a jackal with a deep hiss when he came a leaping and a reaching for the backpack.

MikeyMikey does actually have his own chucks, he just never actually uses them. He's note entirely sure why. Usually he just has his grappling hook though. And he's just as effective with it! And really, it has a longer range, which is useful at he moment.

"You hang onto that, Dude. I got this."

MikeyMikey is doing his best to keep the jackals clear of Mike as much as possible. There's only really so much he can do with these numbers though.

"Yo, Donatelloooosss... I hope you dudes about got this contraption figured out!"

"You can't rush these things!" Donnie keeps calling things up to the hornets, dispatching a jackal that got a little too close, but he's looking over at the other sailor. What are they trying to do over there to make it move?

a grin and in the spare moment whilst MikeyMikey keeps the creeps off his shell he checks on the frog lump in the backpack, still damp and wriggled and croaked so fine, then he slips one hand into the bag and rubs the little shell, shhh shhhhushing and rocking the little boy-


Over at the other sailor they were poking the giant hornets backside end with a long stick and it began buzzing madly pulling of the harness and restraint.


He can feels somewhere his brothers but he won't join in unless they were on the move and losing this lot, " Remember Don's when we get going got to turn around and head that way - follow the largest star every night ." he grins points and kicking one of the jackals off and into the path of a rampaging beast showing exactly how mangled those that get caught underneath become.

There had been a welcome shouted back at his fellow purple wearing turtle, and now backing up MikeyMikey as Mike falls back to try settling the little guy, they may want him to calm and quieten when they get this moving to lose the hunters. And to help Donnie try to get this moving chuckling a bit at his random call outs they didn't seem to be working but surely he'd hit upon something!


DonnieBoy sees the thing about the hornet and knows his counterpart is watching but all the same, " Donnie poke the hornet thing in it's butt, hard...." Actually stabbing a jackal guy in his throat so hard he gets stuck on the end of the staff as it comes out the other side of his throat. DonnieBoy has to kick the body off - glancing at Mike and the boy then MikeyMikey.


Malcolm feels the touch and he is not really awake awake so his little wails slow at the attentions even with the noise and fighting still going on he is soothing his mouth finding the edge of Mike's plastron and grinding his little teeth there a bit before settling into to just sucking -


Mike rubs the little shell a bit more but MikeyMikey and Donnieboy had them covered so he moves to help Donnie try to get this beast moving

"Oh good, purposely jab the giant hornet in the butt. I can see no possible ways for this to go wrong.  Who came up with this?!" Sure, he was complaining. A lot. Rather vociferously. But he's got his bo out, and he jabs it into the hornet's butt.

"Oh... that is so wrong." Really? This is the best these people can come up with? Oh... he doesn't want to do this again.

Though he knows he'll probably have to. He'll probably complain then too. Though maybe not quite as intensely.

"Cowabunga, Dude!" MikeyMikey calls out as he continues his little battle, and hopefully... they're actually moving!

A laugh and just so the now angrily buzzing and winging it hornet doesn't hold anything just against his counterpart DonnieBoy offers a further jab to the backside too, thankfully not with his blade still out, he'd had to retract that!


but they were moving! slowly at first as the hornet now much longer than he thought from back there wings beat up a resisting air force behind the sail it self . but it does become a little fasters - slowly... thats a good thing they needed the few moments as they are moving to work out how to use the ropes to make the sailor turn!and face the right way. " nicely done Donnie we are moving!"

MikeyMikey laughed as the sailor started moving. And HA. That dude just got run over.

"Avast, me hearties! Weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen!" He spun his grappler one more time, and let it fly toward another foe who was getting a little too brazen. They were moving! Now it was just a matter of steering...

He kind of wished they had an actual captain for this thing... But they had two Donnies! Surely between them they could figure out a bunch of ropes and pullies... right?

Though so far... that didn't seem to be the case...

" Donnies get us out of here!!"


DonnieBoy was beginning to sprout random facts like "Outrigger boats are various watercraft featuring one or more lateral support floats known as outriggers, which are fastened to one or both sides of the main hull. The canoe was called "wa'a." "Wa'a kaukahi" was a single-hulled canoe; "wa'a kaulua" was a double-hulled canoe. this one appears the to be the latter... uh -" stressing out as the pressure mounted to figure out how to steer this thing! he was equating this sand sailor to it's closest looking human one he knew of and it was helping him!


Mike gaps at him. Malcolm once again fast asleep!


DonnieBoy doesn't see the look he is pacing and still muttering no matter their direction for the moment. " 'aha: braided or twisted cord used in lashing the canoe, made of pulu-niu (coconut husk fiber), olona fiber, or hau (hibiscus bark fiber); 'aha-niu: cordage made of pulu-niu

'akea: hull of an outrigger canoe; starboard hull of a double canoe

ama: float on an outrigger canoe; port hull of a double canoe.

awa: harbor, port, cove; awa ku wa'a: canoe harbor or anchorage; awa pae: landing place

'eku: "snout" of the canoe, the prow, which digs into the ocean as the snout of a pig digs into the earth

halau wa'a: canoe house

heleuma: anchor

hoe: a paddle; to paddle

hoe uli: center steering paddle; hoe ama: port steering blade; hoe 'akea: starboard steering blade.... we need to steer with the paddles!" he points at the ones present on this sand sailor, one balanced in the middle the paddle which would need two of them to steer it attached to a massive blade sunk into the sand that he just noted was cutting into the sands at their sailor mostly went in circles around the still trying to get to them and so far avoiding the beasts trying to get back into a pack.


Mike raises a ridge at MikeyMikey, " think we can steer this thing buddy/' offering a fist bump moving that way.