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Hurray! The Kraang had been stopped and the future saved. Casey Jr had fulfilled his mission and made his sensei proud, hopefully he had no real way of knowing, but he’d cling to the words the younger master Leonardo had said.
It wasn’t easy all the time, living in the past was still an adjustment. There were still a million things he wanted to know about. School had been something his uncle Donatello had lamented about him losing. Still Casey Jr wasn’t quite ready for that level of exploration quite yet. Getting use to the shower had taken a good half day, a week to fully grasp the complexities that were the kitchen.
Needless to stay he wasn’t planning on moving away anytime soon. At least this way he could have some form of familiarity. He spent a lot of days with Master Splinter. The television was a great source of finding out how things worked. These things called infomercials explained step by step how to use their products, many of which seemed to be everyday appliances with small improvements. He’d learnt that a lot of it was exaggerated when he freaked out about Master Michelangelo placing a plastic lid on the blender when he couldn’t find the proper lid. Recalling the blender commercial where everything erupted upon using the wrong lid he nearly broke Master Michelangelo’s wrist trying to save him from a literal messy fate. He was still teased about it weeks after.
Currently he was watching an infomercial about ice cubes, a favorite of Master Splinters, and maybe himself too. The idea was rather convenient. It was nice to lay back, a calm uneventful afternoon watching television with his sudo grandfather.
“CASEY JONES JUNIOR ARE YOU READYYYYYYY!!!!!”
Or not, judging by the game show like voice announcing the end to his uneventful afternoon.
Sliding into the projector room came an eager younger Leonardo followed behind by his equally as enthusiastic brothers. Young Leonardo made a reach for his arms ready to throw the teen over his should and drag him out. From his spot on the couch Master Splinter whacked away his son’s hand with his tail.
“Hey!? What the heck dad? I’m not making you get up I’m just taking Junior for his first patrol, with the greatest ninjas in history” Leo ended off smugly. Looking at Casey Jr to back him up.
Oh right, Casey Jr had honestly forgotten about it, mostly because every time he was promised a “first patrol” it always ended up post-ponied, not like there would be much action with people still recovering from the literal alien invasion. This was good a chance if ever. He could have his uneventful afternoon tomorrow.
“Yep! I’ll go get ready!” Casey Jr got up heading to the bathroom for a hair tie while Splinter grumbled about wanting to spend time with his “grandson”. Casey Jr had had a lot of “grandparents” in the future, including Master Splinter and General Baron Draxum. He wondered how their relationship was like at this point in time.
Finishing a tight bun for his hair he got in his armor, mask, and chainsaw. It felt bittersweet to be in his original clothing again. It was familiar, a comfort and reminder of those who had raised him; but also a reminder of those he’d lost and the brutal apocalypse future that had been his norm.
Fully equipped Casey Jr followed the turtles to the Turtle Tank ready for an action filled afternoon! He wondered what kind of things they’d do in patrol and how criminals in the past went about thing (it had to be different from the future + he had a feeling he shouldn’t base his understanding off television so much.). Younger Raphael titled his head at him as he entered the turtle tank.
“Oh hey, I didn’t know you knew how to do that.”
“Uh, do what?”
“Hair”
The question had caught Casey Jr off guard, he knew he was oblivious to some things, but tying his hair was something too mundane to be surprised about. It was also just a bun. The mention of hair seemed to make his younger sensei embarrassed, an entire conversation going in between him and his twin solely through looks, it seemed Donatello was teasing him over “evil hair?”, it was what younger Leonardo was mumbling.
“:O! Do we get hair in the future!”
This time the question came from Master Michelangelo who eagerly waited his response. At the possibility of future hair, younger Leonardo took on a haunted expression while Donatello didn’t bother in hiding his laughter at his brother’s misery.
“I mean not everyone. You did, trying to imagine Master Raphael, Master Leonardo, or Master Donatello with hair is weird.”
Leo let out a relived sigh and Donnie had one last chuckle before starting the turtle tank. Everyone got to their seats as Donatello began driving the conversation soon forgotten as they began briefing Casey on the plan.
There had been suspicious disappearances of famous magicians all around New York. No doubt the work of Hypno-Potamus, possibly a way to get rid of the competition, an attack fueled by jealousy? Either way they had to stop him and find the missing magicians. Security footage “provided by security cameras near the fishing docks” (aka hacked by Donnie) meant they knew where the missing magicians might be being kept.
Arriving at the docks the team split up, Leo, Mikey and Raph on the roof while Donnie and Casey Jr sneaked in to the ware house ready to give the signal once they got the magicians free. Once the the signal was sent Leo would portal his brothers in and beat up Hypno-potamous. Easy enough Donnie was less likely to mess up sending a signal through the coms and Casey Jr being human wouldn’t be too suspicious if caught.
What wasn’t expected was the ware house to be filled with seats divided into groups of two separated by an aisle starting at the ware houses’s entrance. All the seats occupied by the missing magicians, Donnie waves a hand in front of a near by magician’s face reviving no reaction. So they were hypnotized, great getting them out was gonna be harder now. The seats weren’t the only thing there, on the opposite side of the warehouse’s opening was a stage with two large speakers and purple curtains.
“Oh we’re not falling far that again!” Donnie glared at the speakers and handing Casey a pair of earplugs. “We’ll hide in the audience for now, once I find a way to deactivate those speakers we send a signal.” Casey Jr nodded as he took a seat. Donnie typing furiously into his wrist band on his left as the curtains opened. Music blasting loudly from the speakers
“Behold one and all! The greatest magical show in the history of New York City. Performed by yours truly: The Great Hypno-Potamus!” From behind the potamus a flock of doves magically appeared, then in a swoop of white feathers they fly over the audience. All the “audience members” clapped as they looked to the moving sea of doves over their heads.
“I got it! Let’s go”, whispered Donnie as he finished typing. He updated his brothers on the new obstacle that would make saving the missing magicians difficult. Trusting Casey Jr to have heard him he didn’t look back to ensure junior was following behind, already using his Stealthy Jitsu is sneak out without Hypno and the hostages noticing.
Casey Jr watched the show entrapped, this was exactly the kind of show his uncle Ron use to tell him about. The entire entrance matching word by word the bedtime stories he’d hear about the before times.
Wait, his uncle Ron, his uncle Ron Potamus, his uncle Ron Potamus formally known as the supervillain Hypno-Potamus.
Pizza Supreme in the sky….
This is Casey Jr’s first real magical show!