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Round One gave us a great head start, everyone! Just look at what $100 did to that porker, and now that we hit that first mutagen goal, your dollars are worth DOUBLE! Just think of the possibilities!
Bebop figured that if any of the other turtles were going to be doing anything heroic and action-packed, it'd be Raphael. He called up the hot-headed turtle and pleaded his case.
"Uh, I dunno," started Raph. "I'm pretty sure Mona Lisa and I have this patrol pretty well in hand. Alone." The turtle nodded his head a couple of times to imply just how alone he preferred to be, but Bebop ignored the not-so-subtle hint.
"Aw, c'mon, Red! I'm a pig of action, not a forklift! I got my sweet moves and some sweet tech. Three's company, right?"
Mona Lisa looked into the comm screen past Raphael, resting her hand on his shoulder. "It could be beneficial to have someone with us..."
Raphael's face softened, and he sighed. "...Alright, alright, I'll drop the coordinates."
It didn't take long for Bebop to reach the rooftop where Raph and Mona were waiting; fast enough that he caught the two of them nuzzling each other before his entrance had them pushing away in embarassment.
"Okay, lovebirds, what's the scoop?" Bebop grinned as he strut between the two of them. "This wasn't the kind of action I was talkin' about, but if you really need a third~" He waggled his brow while Raphael turned to gag. Mona Lisa merely looked confused; innuendo wasn't part of Salamandrian vocabulary.
She pointed down to a nearby warehouse. "There is no action yet, but if my suspicions are correct, some rogue Triceratons have made that building their base of operations."
"Triceratons?" Bebop paled a bit. "You mean those big nasty dino-guys built like spikey brick walls? The ones who tried sucking the planet into a black hole?"
Raphael rolled his eyes. "No, the -other- Triceratons, you mohawked doofus. Don't tell me you're chickening out."
"Hey, don't dis the 'do, dawg." Bebop puffed out his scrawny chest. "And I ain't no chicken! I got skills, fool! I could dance around those walkin' tricera-tanks all night!"
"Dancing will not be required," replied Mona. "Raphael and I will investigate the warehouse while you stay up here and keep watch. We will signal you if we require assistance."
"Lookout??" Bebop's heroic aspirations plummeted. "But that's almost as boring as hauling crates! Why can't shortstack be the lookout?"
Raph ground his teeth, ready to stuff the warthog's mohawk somewhere unpleasant. "Because you're the one butting in on -our- patrol, bacon-breath! Take it or leave it!"
Bebop folded his arms, but he didn't argue further. "Fine, whatever! But this had better be legit and not just some excuse to go play kissy-face in private."
Raphael started toward Bebop, reaching for his sais, but was re-directed by Mona. "Come, Raphael. We need to find out what the Triceratons are up to."
As the two reptiles lept down toward the warehouse to sneak in, Bebop pouted at the roof's edge. "Lookout? That's something you pull on a rookie! How the heck am I supposed to show how heroic I am if I'm stuck up here?" He rubbed his chin in thought, then grinned. "Then again, a little surprise back-up never hurt. Hee-hee..." Using his cloaking device, the warthog vanished from sight.
Inside the warehouse, Raph and Mona didn't see anything out of the ordinary. It was practically empty, except for a few loose items and a whole lot of dust. Holding out one of her tech-gauntlets, however, Mona scanned the floor to reveal some very distinctive footprints which they followed to a freight elevator that led down below street level. After prying open the security gate, they silently slid down the elevator shaft and then dropped down into the cab, weapons at the ready.
The area underneath the warehouse was a lot busier than above; the stolen crates of Earth Protection Force equipment that Raph and Mona had traced were stacked into piles, and several Triceratons were moving back and forth, opening the crates and using the parts they needed to fix a ship that barely fit in the remaining space. Ducking behind one of the stacks, the two got their bearings.
"Looks like about half a dozen of those bozos, " whispered Raph.
Mona nodded in agreement. "They're probably armed, but if we can take them by surprise..."
"Did somebody say surprise?" Bebop's voice made the two of them jump, the warthog temporarily becoming visible again. "Good thing the dude with a cloaking device decided to come along, huh? Watch this..."
Mona reached for Bebop, but he had already disappeared and slipped away. "No, they have...!"
The Triceratons continued with their work, but stopped when the warthog's distinctive giggle echoed around the room. Laser rifles were lifted, scanning the area for the intruder. Mona charged up her laser pistol as one of the large aliens trudged toward their hiding spot, only to grunt when he felt an invisible boot kick him in the backside. He whirled around to face his surprised comrades, just to be greeted with another unseen boot to the face, though it did little more than anger him.
"Invisible assailants!" he barked. "Switch to infra-red!" The other Triceratons nodded, their visors now scanning for heat signatures... and finding a particularly skinny one standing out in the open.
Bebop screamed as he suddenly found himself under fire, twisting and ducking to avoid being shot. Raphael smacked his face in frustration before rolling out from behind cover and attacking one of the distracted Triceratons and stabbing the laser rifle with his sai. Mona used the crates as cover, returning fire, but the element of surprise was gone and they were slowly getting cornered.
"You idiot!" Raphael shouted as he attempted to pummel the soldier he'd disarmed. "This is why you were lookout!"
Bebop continued to breathlessly dodge and fire back with his hip blasters, though the shots merely bounced off the Triceratons' thick hides. "Oh, right, like you would have done so much better witho--" The warthog looked up to find himself staring down the barrel of a laser rifle. For a moment, time slowed to a crawl as the trigger was pulled and bright red light filled Bebop's vision. He winced, fully expecting to be a painful foot shorter, but after a moment... nothing had happened.
Opening his eyes behind his visor, Bebop saw the equally surprised look on the Triceraton that had shot him. Even the others had stopped firing to stare. Raphael and Mona were dumbfounded. Despite taking a presumably lethal blast of laser fire to the face, the warthog was completely unharmed, not a purple hair out of place. "I'm alive?" He patted himself down frantically, just in case he'd been mistaken, but there wasn't a singe-mark to be seen. "I'm alive!" His hand did, however, end up pressing into his not-so-lean belly. "Wait, what's this?"
Bebop had no time to contemplate, however, as the Triceraton's surprise quickly turned to anger. "He's got some sort of personal forcefield! Ignore him and focus on the other two!" Mona had already leapt into action, though, grabbing Raphael and diving for cover... behind Bebop. The skinny warthog shrieked in terror as he was suddenly the target of every rifle in the room, laser fire hitting him over and over, but again he was left unharmed.
Mostly.
With every blast that hit him, Bebop noticed that he was feeling... bloated. With horror, he watched as his lean frame began to swell, painlessly absorbing the laser energy and turning it into mass! The decorative metal chain around his waist was the first to go, creaking and finally busting apart under the increasing pressure of Bebop's expanding waistline. His jeans were next, the skinny-fit leggings not designed to contain swelling thighs and calves; he grunted in embarassment as the button popped free and he felt seams starting to split. The cuffs pulled further away from his thickening ankles as his body stretched a little taller, as if to accomodate his growing weight. The open front of his red vest opened even further as his stomach and chest bulged outward, first with added muscle, but then turning into soft and doughy mounds of pure porkfat. His arms, raised instinctively to shield himself, grew thicker and capable of shielding him even more. In fact, Bebop's growing frame was rapidly becoming better cover to hide behind while Raph and Mona looked for an opening.
"I dunno how you're doing it, Bebop," shouted Raphael, glancing around one of the warthog's growing sides, "but we might actually be able to turn the tables on these guys now!"
"We can drive them back," agreed Mona as she fired from over Bebop's shoulder, "but we could use more back-up! What about your friends, the Mutanimals?"
"Forget the Mutanimals!" squealed Bebop. "What about my figure?? I'm a Bebop blimp!"
What should Bebop do?
A) Push forward with Raph and Mona to stop the Triceratons now! (WINNER!)
B)Go get back-up help from the Mutanimals!
C)Forget the fight and get back to Donatello!
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Bebop, Mona Lisa, and the TMNT © Nickelodeon
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>Bebop figured that if any of the other turtles were going to be doing anything heroic and action-packed, it'd be Raphael. He called up the hot-headed turtle and pleaded his case.
"Uh, I dunno," started Raph. "I'm pretty sure Mona Lisa and I have this patrol pretty well in hand. Alone." The turtle nodded his head a couple of times to imply just how alone he preferred to be, but Bebop ignored the not-so-subtle hint.
"Aw, c'mon, Red! I'm a pig of action, not a forklift! I got my sweet moves and some sweet tech. Three's company, right?"
Mona Lisa looked into the comm screen past Raphael, resting her hand on his shoulder. "It could be beneficial to have someone with us..."
Raphael's face softened, and he sighed. "...Alright, alright, I'll drop the coordinates."
It didn't take long for Bebop to reach the rooftop where Raph and Mona were waiting; fast enough that he caught the two of them nuzzling each other before his entrance had them pushing away in embarassment.
"Okay, lovebirds, what's the scoop?" Bebop grinned as he strut between the two of them. "This wasn't the kind of action I was talkin' about, but if you really need a third~" He waggled his brow while Raphael turned to gag. Mona Lisa merely looked confused; innuendo wasn't part of Salamandrian vocabulary.
She pointed down to a nearby warehouse. "There is no action yet, but if my suspicions are correct, some rogue Triceratons have made that building their base of operations."
"Triceratons?" Bebop paled a bit. "You mean those big nasty dino-guys built like spikey brick walls? The ones who tried sucking the planet into a black hole?"
Raphael rolled his eyes. "No, the -other- Triceratons, you mohawked doofus. Don't tell me you're chickening out."
"Hey, don't dis the 'do, dawg." Bebop puffed out his scrawny chest. "And I ain't no chicken! I got skills, fool! I could dance around those walkin' tricera-tanks all night!"
"Dancing will not be required," replied Mona. "Raphael and I will investigate the warehouse while you stay up here and keep watch. We will signal you if we require assistance."
"Lookout??" Bebop's heroic aspirations plummeted. "But that's almost as boring as hauling crates! Why can't shortstack be the lookout?"
Raph ground his teeth, ready to stuff the warthog's mohawk somewhere unpleasant. "Because you're the one butting in on -our- patrol, bacon-breath! Take it or leave it!"
Bebop folded his arms, but he didn't argue further. "Fine, whatever! But this had better be legit and not just some excuse to go play kissy-face in private."
Raphael started toward Bebop, reaching for his sais, but was re-directed by Mona. "Come, Raphael. We need to find out what the Triceratons are up to."
As the two reptiles lept down toward the warehouse to sneak in, Bebop pouted at the roof's edge. "Lookout? That's something you pull on a rookie! How the heck am I supposed to show how heroic I am if I'm stuck up here?" He rubbed his chin in thought, then grinned. "Then again, a little surprise back-up never hurt. Hee-hee..." Using his cloaking device, the warthog vanished from sight.
Inside the warehouse, Raph and Mona didn't see anything out of the ordinary. It was practically empty, except for a few loose items and a whole lot of dust. Holding out one of her tech-gauntlets, however, Mona scanned the floor to reveal some very distinctive footprints which they followed to a freight elevator that led down below street level. After prying open the security gate, they silently slid down the elevator shaft and then dropped down into the cab, weapons at the ready.
The area underneath the warehouse was a lot busier than above; the stolen crates of Earth Protection Force equipment that Raph and Mona had traced were stacked into piles, and several Triceratons were moving back and forth, opening the crates and using the parts they needed to fix a ship that barely fit in the remaining space. Ducking behind one of the stacks, the two got their bearings.
"Looks like about half a dozen of those bozos, " whispered Raph.
Mona nodded in agreement. "They're probably armed, but if we can take them by surprise..."
"Did somebody say surprise?" Bebop's voice made the two of them jump, the warthog temporarily becoming visible again. "Good thing the dude with a cloaking device decided to come along, huh? Watch this..."
Mona reached for Bebop, but he had already disappeared and slipped away. "No, they have...!"
The Triceratons continued with their work, but stopped when the warthog's distinctive giggle echoed around the room. Laser rifles were lifted, scanning the area for the intruder. Mona charged up her laser pistol as one of the large aliens trudged toward their hiding spot, only to grunt when he felt an invisible boot kick him in the backside. He whirled around to face his surprised comrades, just to be greeted with another unseen boot to the face, though it did little more than anger him.
"Invisible assailants!" he barked. "Switch to infra-red!" The other Triceratons nodded, their visors now scanning for heat signatures... and finding a particularly skinny one standing out in the open.
Bebop screamed as he suddenly found himself under fire, twisting and ducking to avoid being shot. Raphael smacked his face in frustration before rolling out from behind cover and attacking one of the distracted Triceratons and stabbing the laser rifle with his sai. Mona used the crates as cover, returning fire, but the element of surprise was gone and they were slowly getting cornered.
"You idiot!" Raphael shouted as he attempted to pummel the soldier he'd disarmed. "This is why you were lookout!"
Bebop continued to breathlessly dodge and fire back with his hip blasters, though the shots merely bounced off the Triceratons' thick hides. "Oh, right, like you would have done so much better witho--" The warthog looked up to find himself staring down the barrel of a laser rifle. For a moment, time slowed to a crawl as the trigger was pulled and bright red light filled Bebop's vision. He winced, fully expecting to be a painful foot shorter, but after a moment... nothing had happened.
Opening his eyes behind his visor, Bebop saw the equally surprised look on the Triceraton that had shot him. Even the others had stopped firing to stare. Raphael and Mona were dumbfounded. Despite taking a presumably lethal blast of laser fire to the face, the warthog was completely unharmed, not a purple hair out of place. "I'm alive?" He patted himself down frantically, just in case he'd been mistaken, but there wasn't a singe-mark to be seen. "I'm alive!" His hand did, however, end up pressing into his not-so-lean belly. "Wait, what's this?"
Bebop had no time to contemplate, however, as the Triceraton's surprise quickly turned to anger. "He's got some sort of personal forcefield! Ignore him and focus on the other two!" Mona had already leapt into action, though, grabbing Raphael and diving for cover... behind Bebop. The skinny warthog shrieked in terror as he was suddenly the target of every rifle in the room, laser fire hitting him over and over, but again he was left unharmed.
Mostly.
With every blast that hit him, Bebop noticed that he was feeling... bloated. With horror, he watched as his lean frame began to swell, painlessly absorbing the laser energy and turning it into mass! The decorative metal chain around his waist was the first to go, creaking and finally busting apart under the increasing pressure of Bebop's expanding waistline. His jeans were next, the skinny-fit leggings not designed to contain swelling thighs and calves; he grunted in embarassment as the button popped free and he felt seams starting to split. The cuffs pulled further away from his thickening ankles as his body stretched a little taller, as if to accomodate his growing weight. The open front of his red vest opened even further as his stomach and chest bulged outward, first with added muscle, but then turning into soft and doughy mounds of pure porkfat. His arms, raised instinctively to shield himself, grew thicker and capable of shielding him even more. In fact, Bebop's growing frame was rapidly becoming better cover to hide behind while Raph and Mona looked for an opening.
"I dunno how you're doing it, Bebop," shouted Raphael, glancing around one of the warthog's growing sides, "but we might actually be able to turn the tables on these guys now!"
"We can drive them back," agreed Mona as she fired from over Bebop's shoulder, "but we could use more back-up! What about your friends, the Mutanimals?"
"Forget the Mutanimals!" squealed Bebop. "What about my figure?? I'm a Bebop blimp!"
What should Bebop do?
A) Push forward with Raph and Mona to stop the Triceratons now! (WINNER!)
B)
C)
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