For 15 years now, we have lived here. Before that time, I was a pet of my master Yoshi.

Mimicking his movements from my cage and learning the secret art of ninja.

When we were forced to come to New York,

I found myself wandering the sewers, scavenging for whatever I could find.

And then, one day, I came upon a shattered glass jar and four baby turtles.

That was us! No!

The little ones were crawling into a strange, glowing ooze from a broken canister nearby.

I gathered them up in an old coffee can.

And when I awoke the next morning, I received a shock, but they had doubled in size.

One of them spoke.

Pizza! Pizza!

Radical! Radical! Radical!

And soon, I gave them all names. Leonardo.

My Galangelo. It's me, Danitello, and Rafael.

I'm not dreaming, am I?

TVTL!

Wise man, say, forgiveness is divine, but never pay full price for late pizza.

I gotta get a new route.

But that was that!

Looked like sort of a big title in a transco.

There is a new enemy, freaks of nature, who interfere with our defense.

You, my eyes, and ears, find them.

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