When I was a child I had all four turtles that could hold different weapons and throwing stars, plus Splinter and Shredder. I didn’t have Casey Jones, so for whatever reason the young me used to play with a little toy sheep and pretend it was him. I became accustomed to having a sheep sidekick fight with the turtles. His only real ability was a flying kick since he couldn’t grapple any weapons, but he was almost my favorite to fight with. It sounds weird now, but it made perfect sense in my adolescent mind.

I had no backstory invented to explain why he was now a farm animal, and I didn’t need one. Shredder could have created some sort of evil barnyard raygun transformation device, but Casey was just a sheep. End of story.

Oh, and I had an April somewhere too, but that useless bitch stayed in the toy bin. Learn to fight and then we’ll talk.

I made this a few months ago, forgot about it, and now I’m posting it. Cool story, bro.