Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012 Tv Series の小説・ストーリー

“I remember my cousins and I stashing some amazing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles temporary tattoos in a drawer here.” “Mutant turtles? I have no idea what that is, but it sounds like a perfect face tattoo,” Freddie replied. “It's an old kids TV show,” I explained. Our conversation changed to remembering the television series of our childhoods. The man was remarkably sheltered and didn't know many of the classics. It seemed he wasn't allowed much TV as a child. I decided we would have to watch some of my childhood favorites to catch him up. “What are you doing today?” I asked, wanting to ask him to watch old cartoons with me.

’ The turtle metahuman finally managed to free itself and glowered at me with its black eyes. I used to love turtles and would usually spend my money donating to their cause. But I guess I have to fight one of them now. What an irony. ‘Can you handle two metahumans? At least keep them at bay until I take care of this Ninja Turtle.’ I flexed my fingers and felt my gloves heating up in preparation for combat. I feel it buzzing with life as if it understood that we were about to go into battle.