Fourth Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[halfshell_hero]

The problem with being a turtle who owned a giant mascot head and also made a living with it was that every now and again, one had to practice. Rehearsal, really

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[halfshell_hero]

Michelangelo Cowabunga Carl waved a hand by way of greeting as he pranced up to the dude who had just entered the room, grabbing a box of moddable pizza on the way.

"Duuuude, hello! And welcome to the show!
It's party time and Cowabunga Carl's ready to go!"

... It had some gaping rhythm issues. He'd iron those out later.

[halfshell_hero]

Pride was not an issue here, fortunately. Mikey lived to entertain, and if this was the sort of party that he could organize on a quiet Monday evening, then he was going to make the best of it.

"Come on Adam, take a seat,
Enjoy some pizza, it's a treat!
We've got pepperoni, it's sublime,
And did I mention, Party Time?"

Because, dude. Party. He had to swing his foamy 'chucks in the air a few times to emphasize this point.

[halfshell_hero]

"Dude, mucho thanks!" ... Oh, dude. Now he had to toss something in there to fill up the lack of rhyme scheme that breaking his character had caused. He grabbed another pizza box and bobbled his massive foam head. "This one's got beans'n'franks!"

...

It was something, anyhow! Woo! Exellentamundo save, Mikey-dude!

[halfshell_hero]

"More for me, then, dude!" Cowabunga Carl did a spectacular sort of happydance bounce. "It's really gnarly food!"

He tucked his foamy-chucks into his belt and opened the box to demonstrate.

While still wearing the giant foamy head, this could not possibly end well.

[halfshell_hero]

Mikey had his absolutely brilliant moments. He really did. They were few and far between, but they did happen.

This was not one of them.

So, when the frank'n'beans pizza mooshed against the face of CowaBunga Carl, Michelangelo did not bother to rhyme.

....

"Dude. Totally bogus."

[halfshell_hero]

Mikey pulled off the head and accepted the napkins, smiling sheepishly as he wiped the pizza off of his mascot-head's face.

"Thanks, dude," he said with a nod.

[halfshell_hero]

"Not too bad, really," he replied, his tongue sticking out of his mouth a little as he scrubbed furiously at the nose of his foam head. "The bros stayed behind when Splinter sent me back here, though. Kinda miss them, you know? But I got Cowabunga Carl here to keep me company."

...

"He's less talkative than he looks, though."

[halfshell_hero]

"Awww, dude! You're way too awesome!" See, this corny moment called for an attempt at a green, turtle-sort of hug. Mikey was just the huggy sort.