Previously...

Mondo wriggled a bit in the bindings, but the ropes were a lot tighter than he could manage, and besides, slipping out of them and falling into that huge glowing pit a few stories down wouldn't be fun anyway. He could feel Leatherhead shift a bit against his back, growling angrily at the situation in general.

"Uh, I'd just like to go on record and say that this is not the worst date I've ever been on?" Mondo hoped a little bit of humor would lighten the situation, but he could still hear the over-sized gator grinding his teeth, muscles tensing.

"...I'm sorry." he growled, eyes fixed at some point far away, even though the two wouldn't have been able to make eye contact anyway.

Mondo offered his best smile, braces glinting. "What, for this? C'mon, LH, it's not your fault. Those Foot goons got the jump on us, that's all."

The gator shook his large head. "No, I... let myself get distracted. I should have known better, paid more attention."

"Well, considering you were kissin' me at the time, dude, I think it's kinda understandable, right? Don't beat yourself up over it. Seriously. You're gonna squash me if you tense up any more..."

Unbeknownst to the two hostages, they were being watched by a third party.. Raphael and Donatello slid down behind the railing to plan. So far they'd managed to get around the technodrome undetected, and didn't want to chance being out in the open too long.

"Well this sucks," grumbled Raph. "Not only do those guys need help, but we stil don't know where Leo is, and we missed lunch."

Donnie eyed his brother, then glanced down at Raph's once chiseled plaston, now bulging out against the belt he kept trying to adjust. "Are you still going on about lunch, Raph? Are you -sure- you haven't eaten anything...?" He dared to prod that bulging belly with a finger, the plastron softer, more pliable than expected. Raph swatted his hand away.

"Knock it off, Donnie, you know how I get when I skip a meal."

"Not like -this-. Once we get out of here, I think both you and Mikey need a check-up. Something must be affecting your metabolism at an enhanced rate..."

"Can we just get moving? Mondo and LH aren't getting younger, and I ain't getting any less hungry. You think they have a cafeteria here?"

Donnie sighed and nodded. They would have to find a way to to get Mondo and LH down, likely from some kind of control room. Slipping back into a hallway, the two hurried on...

1) Until they bumped into Bebop and Rocksteady!

2) Until they almost ran right into Krang!

3) Until they took a wrong turn and wound up in a room full of snack cake crates and Foot soldiers!


Ah, it's kind of nice to have an excuse to draw somethin' I've been meaning to. And don't get on my case about Mondo/LH, because you know it'd totally work out. They're like the perfect odd couple! LH is the brains and the brawn, and Mondo is, uh... a skater punk. Size and personality differences for the win. Also, I noticed a lotta folks were posting the reasoning behind their choices last time, and I personally think that's great. I got nothin' against a simple '1' or '2', but I love seein' why you guys choose the way you do. Also, if you haven't dropped by a stream yet, you should try sometime! Folks who have know I can't keep my mouth shut about potential ideas, so hey, it's your chance to get spoilers, if you're into that.

As a side note, The next page'll be delayed until after Christmas. Got another project I'm workin' on so you guys have all the time in the world to vote on this one. Until then, thanks for supportin' fat turtles!