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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles-The Gang All Here (Rewrite) [FANFIC]


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I took a stab at adapting/reimagining the Fred Wolf TMNT episode “The Gang’s All Here”, replacing most if not all of the original dialogue, addressing a few plot holes, and adding in an original romantic subplot

Here’s the original episode








Louise was once taught in class that nobody ever opened a sentence with “Dammit”.

Within life’s many dramas, that expression had to be earned by whatever form of consequence occured to warrant it.

She was hanging upside down on the swing when she spotted the cause of potential problems headed her way, and she felt like now was one of those instances where the exclamation was deserving.

“Hey Louise” said Rudy.

“Oh hey there Rudy. Keeping things regular?” Louise asked, refusing to change her posistion, even if the blood was steadily rushing all the way to her face. She’d hoped he’d spot the red in her face and assume she was in a prickly mood and walk away.

He did’nt budge.

“Nothing out of the ordinary. Seems that sums up all of the last year” he said sollemly.

“Oh I’m sure it’ll pick up soon” Louise replied.

“I heard you had a belter of a valentine’s night out. Everyone’s talking about what Tina and your driver did to Jimmy Junior. You’d had a make-up job too, like you’d exorcised the demon right out from under the nose of the Balor club” Rudy continuecd.

Louise twiddled her fingers mischevously and let out a cackle.

“The sisterhood were quite bewitching that night” she said with some pride in her voice, this seemed to cheer Rudy up.

Louise could feel her tension dissapating, which caused her slight concern as well as relief. She realized her next question would dictate the mood of the conversation. She was fearful it would lead to ackwardness and tension, but she felt compelled to ask anyway.

“How was your valentine?” she said.

“Oh” Rudy replied, looking up at the sky, curious to see if it’d start raining once he began to vent.

“No luck on the kissing or dating front this year” he said.

Louise sighed and straightened herself up on the swing. She urged Rudy to come sit beside her on the opposite swing.

“C’mere you” she said.

Rudy sat down and looked quite down. Louise wanted to slap herself for noticing how sad he was, but she knew the time had come to talk.

It’d been a year since the kiss.

“How far away are you?” she asked.

“Glad you noticed how distant I’ve been lately. I’m not out of reach, I’m just out of options”

“Don’t say that, you’re closer than you think” Louise replied.

“In what way?” Rudy asked.

“Look, I told my Mom a big fat lie about our school play, how it was a western, and that you were the Sheriff and me your partner, and I built you up as a real brave character, someone I’d take a bullet for”

“You’ve been thinking about me in commendable ways? I thought the only way I mattered after our kiss was with my head on a MOST WANTED list”

“Oh you make that list alright, just in a different way” Louise joked.

“I can taste it you know, that raw slap you gave me. It was like Iron” Rudy replied.

“I bruise easy don’t I?” Louise continued.

Rudy looked at her sternly.

“Other people, yes” he continued

“Well you backed me into a corner that day…I did’nt want to just reveal how I felt, in case you…you know…”

“Became insistent? Don’t worry Louise, I respect how you are about the mushy stuff. You have no time for it” said Rudy in a defeatist tone.

Louise clutched his hand tightly.

“You never know…we all get a little older, and a little crazier, with each passing year. You’re right, I don’t have the time, but you can give me a little more time y’know?”

“There’s always valentines next year I guess” Rudy said.

“Just make sure you keep one thing in mind, while not every guy happens to be Jimmy Junior, you know what happens to those who are, so you be on your best behavior” Lousie replied, giving Rudy a fierce elbow.

“Wow, you do bruise easily” said Rudy, rubbing his right shoulder tensely.

“I know how to bruise, but you sure know how to kiss” said Louise.

Doctor Who-Time Enough (fanfic)




Change was coming.

He was coming.

The Doctor. The madman in a box, now even madder than ever before.

He knew it had been on the horizon for a while, the moment he saw his TARDIS join in with the others in co-ordinating the preservation of Gallifrey at the very edge of the time war.

The Eleventh Hour was winding down, however would he break this to Clara?

He would’nt, he would just break, and she would break with him, unless she was fully prepared.

It’s a silly notion he thought, she’s already seen all of me, all of my faces

He wondered if she would continue to see him. See through him, see all of him, the way he ought to be.

He felt this time that everything would hinge on her being able to know who he was, he was a good man, but how good could she be when faced with the reality of change?

That was the challenge facing him and her. Her bravery would be tested like never before. It would be a most trying Christmas for her, adjusting to the shock of the new, coming to terms with the loss of someone he knew she cared deeply about, and taking in the fresh coat of paint.

The truth field around Trenzalore compelled him to come clean about the consequences of regeneration, how the process can startle even the most well prepared individual, and how it can be the making of that person if they can adapt.

He knew Clara could adapt, he felt it, just as he felt everything come apart, he knew in his ancient bones that the Impossible Girl could make all things possible.

He would die, he would change, and if he were to live again, it had to be through her eyes. He had to be taught through her eyes.

He pondered aloud if he had chosen Clara knowing sub-consciouslly her career would take her into teaching.

He stared up at the burning belltower, he looked on at the wreckage of the Dalek mothership, he smiled, he could hear hyms being performed inside the church, the music tinged with a compelling sadness.

It made sense, he had caused a lot of damage with his regenerative energy in a bid to save the town of Christmas.

A part of him wondered if he was truly finished with Trenzalore as he picked up the TARDIS phone and dialed Clara’s number. He wondered if he had contributed to massive paradox by averting his fate here, or if the planet was always waiting for him in his twilight age, whenever that would be, however that would come.

Nothing can prepare you for death, so his mind was concentrated on preparing himself, and Clara, to live.

Time enough he thought.

Thunderbirds Are Go-A Scene From A Play




(Contains spoilers for “Brains vs Brawn”)

As the Tracy clan watched as the GDF aircraft flew away, carrying The Hood out of their hair, the team began to reflect on all the hazards still awaiting their busy lives in spite of their arch-foe’s absence.

Kayo’s thoughts, in the meantime, were split between wanting to share in that summerization of the day to day antics, and on something she learned shortly after landing with the rest of them.

Brains had taken her to one side and told her of the tangible fear that had gripped him, Grandma, and Alan over at the island when Thunderbird Shadow’s wing was singed by a blast from the Sentinal sattelite weapon deployed by The Mechanic.

He’d told her of Alan springing into action, intending to go up to the Sentinal in Thunderbird 3 and decommision it personally.

Kayo learned of the fear he had, the anger rising up in him, the concern overriding his reason. Brains told her all of that.

And when the time came to offer her two cents on what could bother International Rescue next, she opted to walk up to where Alan was standing before uttering any sort of words.

Once the spectacle of seeing the GDF ship sail away had passed, and the team made plans to head back home, Alan stood where he was, lost in thought.

Kayo elected to ask him what was on his mind.

“Oh, nothing much Kayo, I just feel like we came out of a really unbalanced comedy film…for something as climatic as this experience was, there didn’t appear to be any stakes. The Mechanic got a few licks in, but we ran circles around him. The pass-the-parcel thing was a running gag the whole day, the Mechanic had such lax security that Brains was able to get on board no problem. For all the hype over the Sentinel’s firepower, it really made minimal impact. Either we’re too good, or…”

“…Or everything felt far too easy” replied Kayo.

“Exactly. Brains had already said The Mechanic’s actions were under the direct control of The Hood, suppose that applied to what was going on even when he was controling the Sentinal?”

“Are you saying my Uncle arranged this whole sordid thing?”

“Like a scene from a play” said Alan.

“We’re going to have to talk to the others about your theory” said Kayo.

“You believe me?” said Alan.

“I’ve always believed you, and believed in you” she said, giving him a tender hug and a few light kisses on the nose.

“Wow, what brought that on?” he asked.

“For flying to the moon and back for me” she said.

As she headed back towards Thunderbird Shadow, Alan wondered just how lucky he was, and debated whether it was for his theory being believed or for that very moment he just shared.

Thunderbirds Are Go-Seek His Center (fanfic)




(contains spoilers for the season two finale)

On the other side of the door was trouble, Scott could sense it.

As the door slid open and the face of the soul he had to salvage appeared before him, Scott could only think back to something his grandmother said to him many years ago when he was little, words that she would soon repeat to him as she oversaw the tense situation unfolding as The Hood requested International Rescue’s assistance in ensuring his well-being.

It was a quiet June morning, Scott was about eight. He had been practicising for a role in a play. It was pseduo-shakesperian, only you did’nt have to practise the volcabulary that was demanded in the source material. So long as you could stick to the basics of the story, you could go in any kind of direction.

But Scott couldn’t come up with anything witty, anything that struck out like a bolt from the blue. He lacked an urgency, a demand, to twist the knife into the souls he was tasked to salvage from the fleeting hours of a weary day. The audience seeked escapism, they sought adventure.

But Grandma had a cruel notion, she was often dissatisfied with the comforting ease of these plays and their performances, the urge to reward mediocrity and blandness. Everyone gets a medal. All the parents are jubilant as, to their eyes, all their children were winners.

How uncreative. How conformist. How uniform.

So she pulled Scott aside and she told him to perform to the level he was most comfortable with, even if it gave them what they took time out of their dreary lives to see, they did not have to want what he was willing to give. On the other hand, they may very well NEED what he could offer.

So he took to the stage a few days and was serious while others played the fool, he taught himself the proper shakesperian dialouge, he confused those he performed with, those who did not practice their craft and were content to stick to their own script. It showed their lack of devotion, exposed them as failiures in front of their loved ones.

It did not make Scott a star that night. Parents were seething at the failiures of their children to catch up to the young Tracy, and their own inability to interpret the situations within the defining context of their source material. Scott was performing at a higher level.

To those that stayed and applauded the performance, it was something they would savour.

Grandma’s words resonated strongly with Scott.

“They don’t have to like it”

And it was words he heard repeated as she conveyed to him the importance of International Rescue’s moral code and theri duty of care. It was a sacred vow they could not break.

But as the many months and years had proven, not everyone wants to enjoy the experiance, even if they desperatley needed it.

And now he was faced with their greatest adversary wanting the help.

Grandma’s words gave him the nudge he needed. To save this person, he would seek his center, and, knowing precisely how thanks to every ill experiance he had endured with unwilling souls, he would find a way to twist the knife into it.

It would be what he needed, but at the end of it all, it would not be what he wanted.

Thunderbirds Are Go-The Tallest Man In The Room (fanfic)



(Contains spoilers for “Home on the Range”)

“Yep, we’re sure making memories here” Scott said, holding the video camera and sighing in embarrassment as Alan and Gordon continued to wrestle one another over who got to sit in the armchair.

“Let go already, you’re just as bad as you are at camping. You always wrestle me for the best tent” Gordon yelled in frustration.

“Whenever there’s a bunk bed we have to share, you always want to be king of that hill. Well, when it comes to chairs of reasonable comfort, you can pick your hill to come tumbling off of, because it’s mine” said Alan

The two wound up fallnig into a heap on the floor, rolling around and pulling at each other’s hair. Gordon, elbowing Alan in the back with his kneecaps, grabbed his face and started waxing the floor with it. A mischevous grin etched across his features.

“Ok boys, I think you’re getting a little too rough here” said Scott, and gave a nod to Virgil to tackle the two and keep them seperated.

Before they could do so though, someone made their way into the ranch that commanded respect and, appropriate for the situation, manners.

“Penny, hi” said Gordon anxiously as Lady Penelope walked into the room with an authoritive prescense, and took a seat on the chair the two Tracy brothers were squabbling over.

“There, I think I’ve settled this within seconds” she said.

“We were just being playful, you know, a little way to shake off some steam” Gordon replied nervously.

“Oh you bet I’m steamed” said Alan

“Hey though, you did a good job taking over from Kayo on that rescue operation while she tried to trail the Mechanic. Good timing, and a herculean effort. That journalist is going to tell a very different story about us now”

“Actually Gordon, I wanted to ask Alan about the stories he’s heard about you…something about what you utter when you’re asleep” Penelope replied. Gordon gulped.

“Really? Nah, you don’t want to hear those stoires, they’re so embarrasing” he said

“Men tripping over their own feet are the kind of stories genders such as mine live for” she said, “It’s always good to know what someone’s hopes and fears are, their likes and dislikes, and since you’re far too proud to open up, I have to turn to the rest of the pack”

“Heh, for once, I’m summoned to court and I’m not the jester” said Alan.

Penelope snapped her fingers

“Scott, I’d like some tea please” she said.

“I’d rather be making memories than tea” he remarked

“Come on Scott, I can film you making the tea, just put on your Mrs. Nesbit impression. Kayo and Grandma will get a kick out of it” said Virgil.

“Yeah, court’s in session and I’m the jester this time around” Scott replied, shaking his head.

Gordon went outside and looked out at the beutiful cliff faces north of the family ranch. Kayo joined him.

“You sure got wild at the wrong time there” she said.

“I can’t help being territorial sometimes Kayo. Alan and I sharing the same space always has to have some competitive clause, we have to always be the tallest man in the room, and when we see one gain an upper hand, we’re eager to cut each other down to size”

“So long as you never fight over anything important, you can beat the living daylights out of one another. It’s good to get a little rowdy, and I’m sure there’s nothing you say in your sleep that will be of that much interest to Penelope”

“Half my time asleep is littered with dreams that involve her, what do you THINK is coming out of my mouth whenever that’s the case?” said Gordon

Kayo was taken aback, but felt assured there would be no trouble.

“Listen, Alan’s head is rarely in orbit around our planet even when he’s not piloting Thunderbird 3, but I beleive in him, if he felt you did’nt want your fantasies made public, he won’t tell her anything that could make things awkward between you two”

Alan stepped out of the ranch stretching his arms high above his head. Gordon ran up to him and shook him by the shoulders.

“What did you tell her?” said Gordon.

“A little story about a fantasy you once had about what you’d love to take in a delux bath…squirt guns, radios, etc” Alan replied.

“Radio?” Kayo said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, he used to watch this one PSA when he was a kid where someone wanted to go take a bath with all of that, even if electronic equipment near any form of open water is dangerous”

“So she does’nt know about anything else?” said Gordon.

“Nothing she needs to know except from you, when you’re good and ready” Alan said, and followed that up with some more good news

“As a matter of fact, she’s impressed with your dangerous high-risk atttiude, you might be in a bit of star-gazing with her tonight if the sky is clear” replied Alan

Gordon hugged him tightly.

“Thanks Alan” he said.

“You’re welcome bro” said Alan.

As Gordon walked back into the ranch, Kayo took Alan by the arm and asked for a stroll.

“Any idea how I’m feeling right about now?” he said, looking quite pleased with himself.

“Alan, based on what Gordon beleives about you two, I’m guessing you feel about ten inches taller” Kayo replied, and kissed him on the cheek


Thunderbirds Are Go-In Purest Motion (fanfic)





(Contains Spoilers For “The Man From TB5”)

He was in her hands. If only for a moment.

She had within her power, the means to despatch her opponent.

He had lost his fortune, ill gained that it was

His wingmen easily defeated, they…


“Ah shoot” said Gordon as he tore up another piece of paper, his fourteenth in a row, and took another sheet out and attached it to the typewriter.

Suddenly, the photo on his desk began to glow radiantly, Lady Penelope was calling. Gordon patched her through.

“Gordon, hello, I was wondering if I could talk to Scott?” she said.

“Yeah, finding time to talk to everyone but me lately aren’t you?” Gordon said, huffing loudly.

“Well I can see you’re busy” Lady P noted, observing the wastepaper basket, itself vitually empty, various crumpled pieces of paper encircling it. The tell-tale signs of someone trying to net a hole in one and being not at all succesful in the endeavour.

“Sorry Penny, I’ve just been trying to come up with a decent climax to a mission log…Alan and I came up with a really unique idea” Gordon replied.

Penelope was intrigued.

“I love unique challenges, come on, spit it out”

“Well, Alan thought Kayo was a bit down after The Hood slipped out of her grasp today, so he wanted to cheer her up by treating the mission log of today’s incident like it was legit poetry, we’d each take turns writing the log”

“So what was Alan’s contribution ?” Penelope asked.

“He hasn’t written his portion yet” Gordon answered, “He’s gone up to visit John to maybe get some ideas from talking to him about his exploits. Kayo really wants to know how he fared the most. Alan’s charged me with writing the piece on how she coped”

“You’d think Alan would want to write that part of the log himself”

“To be fair, neither of us ought to write it, we were stuck on Thunderbird 5 throughout that mission with that irritant EOS…it’d be best left in someone else’s hands, someone with an actual experience of the whole thing”

“Show me what you have so far” Penelope requested.

“Alright, patching it through to your computers now” Gordon replied.

Penelope put on a pair of reading glasses and looked over the poem, right through to the parts Gordon was having difficulty with.

“I have to say Gordon, you really do have a knack for this. I hope you don’t mind if I give you a little nudge” she said.

“Sure, you were there on the ground floor” Gordon replied.

Penelope quickly thought of a means of finishing the poem.

“He had lost his fortune, ill gained that it was

His wingmen easily defeated, left deflated by their cause

The Hood slipped from Kayo’s fingers

He threw her off his scent

But she’d prevented his acquisition

You’d think her heaven sent

And those that had been salvaged

Felt glad to be alive

They owed a debt of gratitude

To the man from TB5″

Gordon rose to his feet and applauded her for the effort.

“That was precision Penelope” he said.

Penelope chuckled.

“You’re too kind Gordon, but I really must get through to Scott”

“You’re not thinknig of borrowing him for your next social are you?” asked Gordon.

“No, I was wondering if he’d do me a favor and allow you to borrow Thunderbird 1 at my request, like you wanted to. I would’nt mind being taken for a recreational whirl with a date more to my liking”

Elated by the message he could deliver, Gordon sat back down and spun his chair around in an excitable cycle. Penelope shook her head in amused embarrasment.

“She’s got the rhyme and I’ve got the rhythm” Gordon said to himself as Penelope cut off the video link, “Poetry in purest motion”