The Simpsons-Bart’s Ban




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Bart stayed glued to the computer screen for a span of about ten minutes before disembarking from his seat, walking out of the bedroom, and towards the stairs.

He wondered if he should slide down the handrail of the staircase, but he didn’t feel like spending energy on something that seemed more fun to do about twenty-six years ago, when there weren’t any electronic pleasantries to keep you firmly glued to the seat you were often dying to escape from.

Bart planted himself on the floor. He spotted Santa’s Little Helper perched at the door, he whistled, attempting to summon the dog, but the animal felt compelled to stay where he was.

Bart grew more frustrated; nothing in front of him seemed capable of moving anywhere, not even himself.

He heard the toilet flush, and soon the door to the bathroom opened, out popped his little sister, Lisa.

“Hey Bart, you got the internet working again?”

“Yeah, not that it ever brightens my day”

“Did the mods catch and ban you again?”

“Got it in one sis. Got banned last night before the connection went dead. Thing is, it wasn’t the mods that caught me out this time, it was you-know-who”

Him again huh? That professional comic writer known more for his online clickbait antics and overall salty reputation with the fans than the divisive opinions over his comic writing?”

“He ratted me out to the mods and I wasn’t even insulting him, just speculating on what he might do with the book he’s writing after the Keep It Ever So Slightly Confidential Wars comes to an end after the summer. I don’t know what it is about him that sets me off. We’ve known each other on and off of that forum for well over eight months, in each instance we try to come close to an understanding, he always perceives another criticism I make of how he writes the Radioactive Man comic as a personal jab at him. I remember when I was added to his friends list on a chat room, he told me that I was full of nothing but bile and that if I were a friend, I’d have his back. I’m not supposed to have my own opinions of his creative choices if they turn out to be in any way negative”

“Did it ever occur to you that sometimes there just can’t be two paths to travel down if you want to strike up a friendship with someone who believes so strongly in his creative prowess?” Lisa replied, “Talented people like that always take it personally when someone throws them some criticism, especially if it’s worded a little salty”

“That’s the thing, I’m no troll, I don’t post in all-caps, and I just rely on my history with the characters and point out moments when they’re off-point. I don’t go on tirades saying people who like his stuff are full of it. Each time I do this though, he has to have a full-blown cow about it, and then his acolytes chime in trying to pick at my bones”

“You didn’t escalate the drama did you?”

“I screen capped the argument I was having with him, the mods there always delete his posts to make sure he doesn’t come off looking bad. I shared them on that “co” forum, but they just mocked the pair of us and labelled the whole thing pathetic”

Lisa laughed, “Well, it kind of is rather petty Bart. How old is this guy?”

“40s I think” Bart answered

“And you’re not even close to your teens, but I know you Bart, sometimes you can display an awareness beyond your current years, this might just be one of those instances where you shouldn’t act the age you are now”

Bart hugged Lisa, “Thanks sis, hearing that makes me want to sort of go back there and reregister”

“How does that solve the situation?” Lisa asked

“Well, I’d be the mature guy standing up to the bully, as he then spent the rest of the last few hours accusing somebody else of being me and really needling him”

“Who is that?”

“I don’t know, some guy called Zero Cide”

Lisa’s face slowly contorted as she reached

“Bart, that’s Ralph‘s handle on that forum” she said, before getting up, cracking her knuckles and storming into Bart’s bedroom. “Wait here” she said, “I’ve got a few words to say to this paranoid peasant of a professional”

“Figured opening that particular can would prompt the bookworm to slither in on the action” said Bart, cackling smugly to himself, before causally whistling as he followed her into the room

TMNT-Spin That Wheel

Or, “What If TMNT Were More Like The Thick Of It and VEEP?”
DISCLAIMER: TMNT is trademarked by Nickelodeon, The Thick of It is trademarked by the BBC. This parody fanfic is for non-profit purposes only
Note: Ok, for the uninitiated, The Thick of It is a political satire comedy series which starred Peter Capaldi (of Doctor Who fame) as Malcom Tucker. It inspired a movie called In The Loop and led also to the cult HBO political comedy VEEP. This is an attempt at taking the first season of the original TMNT animated series and developing it as if it were happening within the tightrope UK political system

Department of Associated Spin For Onorthodox Original Trendsetters (DASFOOT)

“Here’s what you want to hear Sensei, I’ll spin it to your satisfaction, so in the very instance you hire me for being able to give you convincing rope to hang me on in one of your spiteful afternoons tinkering with what to send your mates via e-mail on the off chance you choose to toss me to the curb, in this very instance you hire me for this, you also get to play a part in our family drama once again, so you replace the “son, I told you so” stare on your complexion with “son, I am there for you and my words carry great weight”. Ready? Here it goes: I don’t understand this” said Raphael as he slouched backwards in the chair opposite his mentor Hamato Yoshi in the main offices of DASFOOT, “I can’t write this, I sure as shell can’t say it.I am a rubber bullet. I will bounce off everyone and they will not feel a thing. I’ll be resigning before resignations become the hot topic of this department seven years well off from now”

“I would counter that by saying , on a private record and even a public one, that those were unwise words” said Yoshi as he sipped his mug of soothing herbal tea, “And I would remind you and any who listened to my proposed answer that one must always remember the path you were placed on”

“The path I was placed on was a POND Sensei, sitting all day chewing on fucking leafs expecting Kermit the Punk Frog to start belting out rainbow connections like a fanny”

“Everything after your genesis is important” continued Yoshi

“Did you ever see me in that University class? I was bawling my fucking eyes out thinking a bunch of alien greys were mincing with me. ‘Alien Abduction’ as the Grant Morrisons of this world go on about, take a few steps down a hill and you have enlightenment, bull and cock you do, high as a kite they were. You know those 80s yankie drug ads where the boy goes “you’re a turkey?”, that’s me, right gobbledygook I was typing up in there, my mind was going through a right royal bollocking all because of the expectations you were placing on me. Fucking embarrassing that. I have no education in this field. Zero”

“In time, you will run your course. All you need is a solid foundation to form a footstep” continued Yoshi, happy to keep playing the game of spin and counter-spin.

“They passed me out of pity, probably afraid I’d cave in and top myself. Could have done that you know” Raphael continued, staring out at the huddled pool of lively bodies at work in the department cubicles outside of the main office, oblivious to his private pain

“..Back there in the mincing hospital, there was a window open where the telly room was. I almost popped out, would have been a breeze to have a breeze knocking me over, better than staying here listening to your zen fucking nick lowe shite”
“You long for home, it is written in your eyes. Home is where the first steps were taken, perhaps it is where you will flow forward from also” continued Yoshi, taking a soothing sip from his mug of hot tea.

“The same damp den where either science rules, or surf’s up, or where “fearless leader” comes up with another excuse to play renascense man and cosplays as a fucking Musketeer? I signed up with your department to play the right kind of pool, they want to play in the kiddie shallow end so badly they’d make Rolf Harris red with impatience”

The pair were swiftly interrupted by a bespectacled woman with long hair tied back in a bun wearing a bright blue turtleneck sweater.

“You might want to switch over to 24 guys. There’s been another break-in, and a reporter was attacked”
“24? They haven’t called BBC News that in years, you still living that golden year of 2003 where that wanker musician gave you that sweater, which probably passed for a blanket for his fucking knitted cats?”

The woman tugged at her sweater ever so slightly, a cross expression on her face. She turned and stormed down the corridor of the main DASFOOT hub muttering small insults pertaining to Raph under her rather audible breath.
Raphael followed her out, as he did, he bumped into an unnerving individual in a pink collar shirt, brown braces attached to his unflattering patchy brown trousers. He stumbled with his words and fiddled with his touchpad, bringing up a website.
“What are you looking up Vernon ?” asked Yoshi as Vernon took the seat Raphael had been sitting in.

“For the record, I am never going to get used to that giant thing lounging around the office.” he said

“If it sooths your shaken soul, I am requested he spend time with his family” said Yoshi, “Now tell me, what are you looking for?”

“Trying to find if Baxter’s program started trending. We had to divert some funding over from the housing project to fund a fraction of it, I just hope it’s made the ’rounds”

“If it hasn’t, we can always try again in another few months, this is a project that does not lose traction” said Yoshi
“What do you bloody care? You don’t see a problem with rodents. If you did, the pet you keep in your cage over there would be the first thing fed to Baxter’s boys”

“Not every problem can be handled with as much care as I give my pet problems” said Yoshi, getting up from his desk and taking a few crumbs of leftover chocolate biscuit over to a rodent encased in a hamster cage. It disembarked from it’s treadmill and stayed anchored to the spot as the crumbs of biscuit were dropped into the cage via the small gaps in the grid surrounding the cage.

“Shit, not even in the recommended stories files. Chris Fish was right, nothing we send out on this issue will matter to anyone. Ever. I bet even Baxter’s sodding manifesto is barely enough to cover two pages. Christ, we’re going to have to cut the funds or the project, and I know that fucker Burne will be wanting the latter”

“Results are never immediate, that is a concern of the national press with our affiliated parties” said Yoshi
“You’re well keen to spread some tender loving mercy to a fucking flat-liner of a project” remarked Vernon as he stared upwards at the spinning fan above.

Raphael observed the television in the center of the room playing out a live news report relating to a recent attack on an American news reporter investigating robberies from three scientific departments. She had asked what many of the stolen devices
“Listen to this guy, it’s magic. A fucking classic this” said the bombastic Burne Thompson to Raphael as they watched the news report cover the journalist’s archive of interviews with top scientists at the institutes that were burgled

“They acquired two positronic accelerators, four reverse polarity indicators, and one sideway generator”

“What does all this equipment do?”

“I have absolutely no idea”

Burne laughed coldly, “That’s exactly why I’m looking to cut these departments. Big words fed to the wrong guys, a principle example of poor media communication relations. Who needs to yank them off the stage when they’re hanging themselves free of charge?”

“Suddenly I don’t feel like the lone voice in the fucking wilderness” said Raphael, nudging Thompson, “Might as well call Baxter and give him the good news we’re freezing the project. He’ll assume like a paranoid putz that it’s because of the robberies”

“We’ll formerly announce the closures this coming Thursday, how does that sound?” said Thompson

“Try and make it a 6 o’clock deadline, no way is BBC Breakfast sparing time to the announcement of that Bond movie”
“Are you going to pay attention to the rest of the news cast?” said the bespectacled woman, folding her arms, “This is the second time they’ve ran the story on the channel, and you have’nt gotten to the good stuff yet”

“Like what?”

“Like her saying she was saved from a mob by a Ninja” said Irma, “And it fits your handsome mug”

“I was held up in the Hilton hassled about on the telephone by a media buzzard trying to egg me to go on Question Time, eyewitnesses and everything, how the hell could I have been there? Oh god, that has to mean one of our band of brothers played knight in shitting armor”

“She claims she heard Yoshi’s name dropped during the attack, she wants to arrange a meeting with you, your sensei, and the family. All in one room. She says she wants to help, she’s afraid her eyewitness account has implicated your family in the thefts…”

“And you happened to fucking schedule it” Raphael said

“I wasn’t going to, but you did make fun of my sweater” she said

“Irma…you’re way more knitted than your fucking sweater, you’re the kind who’d fucking bake it it in a cake if a former pop star giant with no willy came to you with an appointment. Anything to spite a bloke with a chip on their chin” Raphael cussed.
Irma waved to him as she turned her back and headed for the water fountain to the left of the swing doors

Burne put a hand on Raphael’s shoulder, “Cheer up lad, this is your first real attempt at spin at last, remember how that song goes…I keep going to the river to pray…”

“See me Burne? Yeah, my vote sent that one OFF the X-Factor. Don’t be like me”


“They’re thinking of doing away with double jeopardy, you hear about that?” said Leonardo as his brothers huddled around the quiet office littered with novelty paintings, herbs, spices and half torn pages of Ian Rankin Rebus novels, the stench of cigarette ash everywhere.

“What’s double jeopardy?” said Donatello, fidgeting with a rubix cube apprehensively

“It’s when you’re not capable of being convicted for two separate crimes if you’ve only been charged for one, and one of those crimes on your end is not listening to a fucking word I’ve been saying” said Raphael as he stormed into the office, snatched the cube from Donatello’s hands and threw it in the bin

“Hey, what was that for? I was attentive. Sharp and alert” said Donatello

“These things have been around since the fucking stone age, back when computers and mobiles were made out of fucking bricks and where people wore shells all their owns for suits, don’t pay attention to the cashed checks of the past, your maximum port of power is now”

“He’s just being curious, his sort usually are, that’s what leads to inventions from him, that’s all how he gets things done” said Leonardo in defense of his brother

“What does yapping about the pigs on this concrete farm contribute to what ought to be a fucking spot-on topic?” asked Raphael

“I’m trying to make some sense of the world we’re living in. Your world” said Leonardo, “We all share it”

“Keep your faggot friendly ‘all is shared and connected’ with the dodgy Wonga ladies”

Raphael noticed the most youthful of the group in terms of energy and attitude, Michelangelo, walking in with the subject of the meeting

“What’s he doing with her?” he asked

“Oh we sent Mike ahead to pick her up” said Donatello

“They sound like they’re having a laugh”

“They were having a drive actually. Took a selfie while taking the van out for a spin”

“It’s not on his Facebook is it?”

“We shouldn’t do any form media…we shouldn’t technically be doing this” said Leonardo

The lady, attired head to toe in a yellow jumpsuit, and Michelangelo, wearing slacks over his legs with braces attached to his shell, both waltzed into the office

“Sorry I’m late guys, April O’Neil, Channel Six; traffic held me up, then the Sony hacks leak broke so they got me covering the entertainment area to get their perspective on pulling The Interview”

“Yeah, brilliant strategy from Korea…look everyone, Angela’s a brat and James Franco is responsible for Sony’s biggest disaster than that Spider-Man movie where he wasn’t the fucking Goblin” snarked Raphael.

“Well shall we ease us in with the friendly formalities like I did with Mike here, or should I cut things down as cold and calmly as possible?” she said

“Perhaps we should wait for our master, it is who she expects to see” said Leonardo

“Oh no, I’m keeping the line here” said Raphael, “We’re not going up and down recounting our birthday to fucking banana trousers over here”

“Watch it dude” said Michelangelo, “She really wants to help, and I think April here has a good campaign prepped”

“You were behind those robberies” said April.

Raphael looked at Michelangelo, “When you’d concoct this strategy? Four fucking Twenty?”

“Look, I want to help you guys, but that’s what my editors want to run with, not me, they say If I don’t get to see your ‘sensei’ is it? And put him on the spot, I have to run with that story. You guys fight like ninjas, ninjas are behind most of these ‘tech robberies, and I heard one of my attackers use the name ‘Saki’, which, if I recall correctly from my research, has a history or so with Yoshi”

“Can I just impart a little bit of wisdom, and by little, I mean something of grander proportion than the average side of a Turtle’s cock…Hamato Yoshi is no giant rat of Sumatra, he is a mouse in a maze, and he can’t find the cheese, because I’ve eaten it. Put it on a fresh pizza-whoosh-away. Like that. All he’ll give you is the scoop, you can’t spin anything, that’s why he’s caught me up to do the deeds in these case by case scenarios…if you try to publish that story, I promise you will emerge from it in a manner befitting a bum nursing his wounds with the water piling in from the sodding sewers”

“Is that a threat?”

“No, it’s a fucking Jane Austen novel. You took a picture. A pretty little picture”

“Actually, I did” said Michelangelo.

“He did. And he’s got a Facebook. The only one of us four, shrouded as we are, to be thick enough to put one up. No photos. As yet. But I’ve got two things, a selfie, and selfishness”

April caught on to what he meant

“You’ll put it up”

“And implicate you. As a playdate”

“You’ll expose yourselves just to make it look like I’m in league with you”

“You want to try and sell us a different story? One that doesn’t work around your chosen perimeters?”

“You don’t have the balls”

“I don’t need the balls, I’ve got a cock that’s like a wrecking ball and I know people like you just can’t resist netting it in the hole”

“You’ll publish the photo, and then suggest I’ve SLEPT with one of you?” realized April

“Won’t that make good human interest. Probably get the creationists all peeved too. It’ll take their penniless eyes off of the morality cow known as “Gary and Steve”, the slogan for your type will be “Shells lead to hell”

“You’re a bastard” said April

“No, I’m your lifeline, work with us, or be worked, that’s how it’s spun with my department” said Raphael

April elbowed Michelangelo

“This is your fault” she said

“Does that mean our date is cancelled?”

“…Not on Skype it isn’t”

“You have Skype too? How are we…at all…concealed from the public when we’re drifting online and in here?”

“I wear my facial on the chats…she thinks it’s a turn on” Michelangelo said

“Pipe down” April muttered

This was music to Raphael’s ears.

“Oh…oh so you ARE fucking then? And here I thought ‘a little bit of truth so they always believe the lie’, but we’re talking full disclosure now? Aw you and your big fucking gorgeous mouth Mike”

“Ok, ok, no Yoshi, but I need to track down who’s causing these robberies. You…you Turtles, creatures…guys, bastards, whatever, going to tell me anything?”

“We’d be happy to help Ms. O’Neil” said Leonardo, “Maybe it’s best we tell you our side of the story, perhaps we ought to grow with this experience and take charge of our own destiny”

“Pick your own adventure with Leonardo, just land on any pages where you meet a grizzly end, I’ve reserved page 69 for a fucking leak” said Raphael.


Burne stepped out of the taxi, his foot stepping into a puddle which seemed far too deep for the curb it was placed on. Even with a drain nearby. Nature, it seemed, was conspiring against him, determined to make his day as problematic as possible.
New Year had not long sprung, and with it the usual issues atop key problems. The news had become dominated by recent tragedies abroad, which had taken the focus off of a cycle of repetitious coverage of policies from the opposing parties in the run-up to the general election. On top of that, there had been fresh complications arising from the closure of the Stockman programme. He had been recruited by an anonymous third party and implicated in the attack on April O’Neil’s apartment complex. His mousers having raised it to the ground

Burne was now trying to maintain damage control, on the phone to his peers in the party.

“Look, can we please just get her a house that does not have some kind of party project attached to it? No constituency wall, no renovation promises, It’ll make her look like she’s part of the agenda” Burne spoke over the phone, “Just strip it down to the apple core…”

He paused briefly while the other end of the phone spoke for a bit.

“I am not the worm wriggling about in the center. Don’t use resignation analogies on me. I know full well what the implications are. No…well, yes, well…no and yes, I cannot commit to resignation until a month-long span has passed, I need to wait it out so everyone can get their bearings. I’ve always wanted to work more in news anyway….”

As Burne entered the offices of DASFOOT, he was greeted by people in the party needling him like a bunch of anxious schoolchildren. Someone even threw a crumpled piece of paper at him and very gingerly sliding back into his seat, which he spun around in a delighted whirly motion.

“Oh yes Gallows, twist and turn like you’re on the fucking Magic ‘Roundabout, it’ll be time for bed pretty soon given how lazy you royal fucks are” Burne yelled.

“You’d be best to thaw yourself out Ice Man, ‘least I throw my feet into the fire and burn you like Baxter did” Gallows taunted.
Burne sat down at his desk and stared up at the tiled roof of the offices, playing a game of mental shapes with the walls, making each line in the tiles out to be some sort of cross from which he would be crucified on.

“Anyone got urinal information?” asked Irma as she stepped two-and-fro and sideways from her desk.

“What the fuck are you doing?” asked Burne

“Line-dancing. I used to do it on Wednesday, then it got moved up to Tuesdays, but I’m working around then stuck with the coalition of cubicles, so I have to settle for the old day, and it just so happens I work this day too, so you must all suffer for my art”

“What’s this about urinal information?” asked Vernon

“It’s not a girl thing, so don’t expect your curiosity to be piqued by what goes on in our privates with our privates” said Irma, “Something I picked up from Raphael, anytime the big wigs who are taking a stand in the elections take a stand in the toilets, he eavesdrops on what they’re exchanging to one another while slashing and then sends it up to me to take notes of. Raph is off today, so I need someone to take his spot there. Obviously I can’t do it because the dicks are attached to all the heads”

“Put someone in there that leaks more than pee” said Vernon. “Crass joke there I know, just trying to matter on a Wednesday for once”

“Stick Burne in there, so we can see what frozen urine is like” said Gallows

“Oh leave him alone, you don’t know what you’ve got ’till it’s resigned, that’s your problem” said Irma, walking up to Burne and putting a hand on his shoulder

“Pay them no mind Mr. Thompson” she said, “You want to try line-dancing? I might stick some music on next”
“Please make it running tracks cut, Burne needs to empty the physical fridge he’s carrying” sneered Gallows
“Now you are just bang cock out of order” snapped Irma.

“Oh go bang-A-Cock Langestien; I know that’s a rare feat for someone who hasn’t tried it since 1987”
“Can we please get off this subject?” said Burne

“Oh I can get off alright, easiest thing to accomplish”

“You’re really bringing the week down; I’ll have you know Thursday is the start of my weekend”

“Then how am I ruining YOUR week if it’s only a three-day stint?”

“All this bathroom humour is putting me right off my dinner” replied Irma, “Forget I said anything”

“Retcon your personal time stream, gonna need a big DeLorean for that, try riding Burne, he’s known to freeze up whenever he comes back from the stone age”

“I’m sorry Mr. Thompson” said Irma, close to tears, “I think I’ll definitely put a track on”

“That’s fine Irma…it’s just…Baxter’s in the asylum now, cutting his project drove a man to insanity, how do I live with myself even in the wake of a resignation? Do I take up the moral crusade and try to redeem him in whatever paper I’ll end up running?”

“You can always try campus ‘sheets, give the youth an impression, give them a voice” replied Irma

“Yeah, so long as they don’t squeak because their beach-sized balls have yet to fly past the ‘net and drop” continued an ever so sly Gallows.


“Wow, that was quite the blizzard…really odd conditions given the time of year” said Irma as she looked outside of her office window.

“It’s March, what else do you expect?” said Vernon.

“I remember the 2012 heat wave we had”

“Do people catalog the years as they advance in age?”

“I have a top ten” said Irma

“Really? Who hosts it? Jimmy Saville?”

Raphael waltzed in with a phone attached to his ear.

“The weather may have been a bit unpredictable for a couple of hours, but there’s no need to be slapping ASBOs on the kids involved in the skirmish at the arcades, all facts point to them sort of letting my brother get close to the device…”
“Bad huh?” said Irma as Raphael took one step through the doors of his office with a rather intimidating and grim imprint on his face, slowly stretching his lounge slightly towards the inside of his cheek and matching her eyes with his trying to intimidate her into averting her gaze.

“Put yourself in his shoes for a bit you tit, his brothers just saved us from a freak weather control device, but prior to that they were throwing their lot in with those weird Neutrino lads and lassies all over the fucking joint. The minute they saw a Burger King in the train stations, they pissed about more than the tramps do down there” explained Vernon, taking the butt-end of a pencil eraser and chewing it off.

“They were supposed to be from another dimension…so wouldn’t they have to pass some sort of immigrant red tape?”
“Oh that’s all we fucking need isn’t it, Little Ms. Cloudy with a Chance of No Balls?” snapped Raphael as he put the phone down, “Pay attention to the details of late rather than gallivanting off to your shitty line dancing classes right after you spend five hours staring at a blank or blue computer screen working out what the on/off buttons do to symbolize your own catastrophic sex life. Farage ditched the decision to reduce net immigration, he wants future plans for that to focus on the highly-skilled, I’m trying to save the Neutrinos some face in this country should they decide to stay in it, their top-level flying fucking Cadillac, you know the ones from that dated fucking Milky Way ads they run all the time, are a class example of finesse that we can use to justify their stay and more importantly, their ongoing function”

Another call came in, Raphael picked it up.

“Hello? Leo, yeah…What do you mean they tailed it back to their home dimension? Where the hell are you at the moment?” said Raphael, grabbing one of the pencils and chewing the back end of it right off and spitting it back on the floor.
“You’re in a giant ball with one eye? Yeah, a few pints at the YMCA will guarantee you that, c’mon be serious here, you just saved the fucking city…when…”

Raphael slowly bit his lip tensely as the details came in

“Listen ‘fearless leader’, do you have any idea what dropping those kids in and then seeing them out does to the immigration net debates? Nobody can debate anything without keeping track of the numbers, they can’t make caps or targets, and now they’re trying to spin this as people in this sad sack being bored of the trend. Not that hard to see their point either, it’s been swamped by people having more digs at how close the SNP are getting to fucking Labor. We have to make this a priority, to make it look as if these kids and others like them are somehow worth the net migration”

“Hang on, are you actually siding with fucking UKIP?” said Vernon, a little panicked

“I’m just appropriating a dead issue, nothing’s ever wasted” said Raphael

The conversation came to an end and Raphael stared out at the window, marveling at a massive yellow and black aura in the sky

“To think, snow, and thunder, and lightning, all coming out of the arse of a scientific instrument rather than God…and they’ll still spin it as something of divine intervention, just to be fair sports. That’s what this immigration net back-and-forth is. It’s Tennis. We’re batting the ball to each other and doing things with it, transfixing everyone, keeping the issue firmly in sight, it’ll never get boring, it’ll take on a life of it’s own, ’cause there is life attached to this issue, and because of that, it will always have some sort of beat, we just need to make that pulse a lot stronger”

“So….big ball and one eye?” said Irma
“No idea what that means…but…I feel it’s a good analogy for the situation. One guy’s ball drops; another grows a big one, and keeps one trained gaze on the slip ups”

APRIL 2015

“So how do you think it’s going in there?” asked Vernon to April as she worked on polishing her fingernails, “You reckon he’ll bring up the Daily Mail story by with Mildband over the giant brain attack thing? I mean, It’s not exactly the most harmonious article out there though is it? It…it GOES places. Tries to project this mental image of a dim and dapper chap fornicating in the bedroom, twisting his little knife into a woman.Kids can read it you know. They might want to reference it in essays in schools. It’s the contemporary alternative to doodling dicks on the beards of Matthew from Sooty

“Oh my god, that DID happen to you didn’t it?” April said, realizing why Vernon seemed so familiar to her.


“Vernon, we went to school together, Kinder-garden”

“We don’t call it Kinder-garden here, it’s Primary”

“Well, ok, that too. But I was on a stateside exchange programme for a couple of weeks, you were the lad that kept putting crayons on the radiator and bringing in all those outdated Look-In annuals to class thinking people were the slightest bit interested. I remember when you brought that Superman annual”

“Please tell me you weren’t the one to tepex that enormous dong on his underpants”

“You seemed well up for it” she said.

“Well you ought to know, given your preference for giant Turtle shlong” Vernon replied, “You HAVE seen that scientifically accurate video haven’t you? Went viral after your relationship got leaked out over the media”

“You reckon that’s why Raph sent me over here?” April asked

Raphael casually walked back out of Hamato Yoshi’s office, clutching in his hand a newspaper. Yoshi quietly followed him out
“Right, you two, pay attention, I’m going to read this little piece out later. You on the other hand sensei? You’ve got a fucking floodgate about to open the minute you step through that door. Scurry away now. You’ve found the cheese, now cut it open in front of the wafting farts”

“You are excelling at this” said Yoshi, “I am proud of your progress. A bold step leads to a bold front”

“Yeah, you’re bold alright, like that detergent that covers you in fucking hives. You put this entire party at risk, you put our immediate family at risk trying to spend the party funding on rehabilitating Stockman, he goes off on one of his episodes and thinks he can just drive a massive tunnel beneath the streets looking for rats. He comes storming into the sewer network like the knob from Kick-Ass. No, no, when I said to you, I wasn’t good at this, I meant it, I’m not good enough to protect YOU, you of all people. So now I have to be more shrewd, and I can’t do that when my great failure is sitting here, trying to get the humanitarian thing done. To think, in any other situation, that would make you a hero to me. Well now, look this one up. Yo, banana raincoat, quote me”

“This is why you brought me in?” April asked

“Quote me. Right now”

April took out her microphone and recording equipment and casually walked up to the intimidating Turtle.
I’m one of four. Collect them all. We’re all toys. We’ve all been played with, if you’re watching this, you probably have felt played too. They say ‘never meet your heroes’, well, they’d be right.

The heroes you meet? See, in here, in their heads, they think they are heroes, they think they’re the law, they think their word is God, they think its High Noon all of the time, and that’s not what you need in your life, you don’t need to contend with a hero, you need to contend with the people around you, the people closest to you. Your community at large.

This is Britain, we recently had to go through a referendum, our community was nearly splintered, but we persevered. Some people think we’re all ok with that. Nice happy family, but we have a little something you cannot easily insult, and that’s our intelligence. Intelligence is everywhere. Why? Because it fucking LEAKS, and when it leaks, that’s when everyone thinks “Oh, we’re all heroes, we’ll all rise up from the under-carriage, we’ll all be somebody. Show the fat cats what Joe Public can do. We give them a little helping hand, what do they repay us with? Riots. Anarchy. You can’t feed them anything but droplets.

This, this MOUSE here? This is Hamato Yoshi, and he’s being forced to resign because he dared to feed someone something that I told him he couldn’t personally find. He reached out and told someone to eat the cheese. He doesn’t have any, and he takes time and money out of our pockets to try and scurry along trying to make it all flow one way, the right way. That’s not what we’re about. You know what way we look? The opposite way, we look to the actual opposition, and think ‘that’s exactly the kind of situation they’d bugger up’, they’re the rats, they scurry everywhere without taking the time to process it all. This department? We’re Turtles. In my case a literal one. We take it SLOW”

“You don’t want me to repeat any of this in the press do you?” April asked

“Color it up a bit” suggested Raphael

“I can only find two or three bullet points in that whole rambling speech, is that why you stuck that bit on at the end?” April continued

“The basics, aye” said Raphael, opening the door for Yoshi as he couldn’t open it himself due to carrying a box full of his personal effects.

“Come on, scurry off, don’t stand there just fucking waiting”

“That took…a lot of guts boss” said Vernon, “I mean..your own…”

“It was the only way I could spin it” said Raphael, “We were too quick, and it didn’t vanish without a trace. You can’t have Ninja politics in this field of expertise.

“Just a second, I have to take a call” April said, taking out her phone

“Mike, hi. Yeah I’m fine, I may be home a little early. What movie do you want to watch? It Came From Dimension X? You sure it’s a bit appropriate after the fight you had back home? What? Oh cut out the dire sex jokes, or I’ll come on you something fierce…no, no that wasn’t an innuendo. Christ Mike is this all that’s on your mind?”

“So life goes on for everyone” said Vernon, “You sure you’re alright?”

Raphael opened up the newspaper and read aloud from it

If the Mail’s story is to be believed, Miliband cared deeply for all the women he’s ever been involved with. This simply will not do. We cannot allow ourselves to vote in a prime minister who possesses the capacity for love. What if we find ourselves on the brink of all-out nuclear catastrophe and, when the time comes to nuke the Russians into outer space, our leader is off carving his wife’s initials into a tree or cooing over a YouTube video of some baby ducks?
He has killed his own political future. He strangled it to death with his willy. The man is a menace”

“Kids will read that” said Vernon.

“That last bit is what I’d love to see greet their faces on page three. Perfect way to bring their packed lunch right back up”
“So how do you reckon your first few months as spin doctor have gone down?” asked Vernon
“Isn’t it obvious? Like something you can dine on. Like soup”




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-Added Lionsgate card
-Posistioned Zack attacking the Koreans to the beginning of the film. Removed dialogue about Zach joining the Machine Empire as well as the Hip-Hop Kido video. It’s better we hear it referenced by the General rather than seen
-Added lightning storm effects and the MMPR movie logo.
-Significantly shortened the PTSD sequences, “Kimberly” constantly blacking out replaced with lightning storm effects.
-Added Bulk and Skull theme to the scene where Jason is shot to pieces
-Added lightning storm effect to transition from Tommy finding Adam drowned in the tub back to the interrogation scene as this was where the Zach vs Koreans sequence took place and we’ve since moved that to the start
-Added Ron Wasserman’s “I Will Win” to the battle between Tommy and Rocky