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remembering the last few episodes they’d watched. “She
always
comes back.”
    â€œYeah, but let’s face reality,” Raph said, realizing who they were really talking about. “April’s gone for good. We’ll probably never see her again.”
    Donnie shuddered at the thought. He couldn’t bear the idea of losing April forever.
    â€œI’ll be in my lab,” he sighed.
    The moment he walked through the doors to the lab, he noticed a strange purple light blinking across the room.
    â€œThe Kraang communicator!” Donnie inspected the machine their outer-space adversaries used to transmit messages. The Turtles had recovered one from the sewers shortly before the Kraang tried to invade Earth. After weeks of radio silence, the alien device was pulsating with life once again.
    â€œGuys!” Donnie yelled. “We have a problem!”

The Turtles patrolled the streets in their vehicle, the
Shellraiser
, looking for signs of the Kraang. Donnie stared at a stack of papers in his lap, trying to stay focused. He needed to stop thinking about April long enough to wrap his head around these Kraang translations he’d decoded. After all, it wasn’t like April was thinking about him at that exact moment.
    Wait, is she? No. Stop it!
Donnie scolded himself.
Get your head out of your shell!
He zeroed in on the numbers on the page before him.
    â€œFrom what I could translate from the orb,” he explained, “it seems the Kraang are building some kind of advanced heavy weaponry.”
    Leo looked up from the road. “Any guess what it could be?”
    In the back of the van, Mikey’s hand shot up like he was trying to catch the teacher’s eye in a classroom. “Oooh!” he exclaimed, convinced he had the answer. “Lasers disguised as …
burritos!
Yes! It all makes sense now.”
    Mikey’s “solution” was met with silence and eye-rolls.
    Raph knew how to handle this. He unbuckled his seat belt and approached Mikey. “It
does
make sense,” he said, “if you have an avocado for a brain!”
    â€œAll right, guys,” Leo said from the front seat. “Let’s stay focused.”
    Everyone took a breath and returned to his battle station. It was time to get serious. The Kraang were out there, and that was bigger than any brotherly bickering or moping that was happening.
    â€œWe find the weapon and destroy it,” Leo told his brothers. After a brief pause, he added, “And then we get Mexican pizza.” All this talk of burritos and avocados had made him really hungry.
    They all smiled. Finally, something they could agree on!

    Our first study session was a walk in the park.
    Literally.
    Apparently, Red loves to study at the park. She said she’s been doing it for a few years. The fresh air helps her think clearly or something.
    It didn’t help me any. Because all I could think was HOLY COW, THIS STUDY SESSION FEELS LIKE A DATE. But, no worries. Just like on the ice, I was totally ready.
    Deodorant? Check.
    Best punk rock T-shirt? Double check.
    Hanging out with the cutest girl at Roosevelt High on the swing set? Triple check.
    That’s CASEY JONES FOR THE HAT TRICK!
    I feel like we learned about each other. Like, I learned that Red is a Science Olympian. And I told her that I want to grow up to be a professional hockey star or international bounty hunter.
    Yeah, okay, I’ll admit she did try to make me answer a few trig questions, but I told her school wasn’t really my thing. So we just hung out. And then, as if our date couldn’t get any better …
    I SAVED HER FROM THE COOLEST-LOOKING MONSTER I’VE EVER SEEN!
    This thing had to be at least twenty feet tall. Eyes and internal organs all mixed up and floating around in a box like a big spaghetti mess. It was totally jackedup, though. Dieselarms and legs made of green goo. And hands that dripped acid! It could melt ANYTHING it