And now, Scary-Crayon presents...

Dusty Plastic


by: Wes

We join Donatello in pursuit of knowledge. Yea, many hours has he spent pondering the mysteries of Dusty Plastic HELL and its inhabitants, and many things has he learned in the process... But now he turns his thoughts to the particular subject of the various deformities of his fellow inhabitants. And thus, he sets out to discover their causes...

Beetlejuice has a tiny head.

Donatello: Hi, Beetlejuice. Um, this is going to sound a little weird, but...why the hell is your head so tiny?

Beetlejuice: Long story short? Kicked a midget.

Donatello: Kicked a midget...?

Beetlejuice: Yeah. I did. I kicked a midget.

Donatello: Um...okay. Well, er...okay.

Taking that answer with a grain of salt, Donatello continues his survey...

Donatello approaches Master Splinter...

Donatello: Forgive me, Master -- I hope I'm not disturbing your meditation.

Splinter: Not at all, Donatello. I sense that you have come to ask me a question...what troubles you, my son?

Donatello: Troubles? Nothing...I just wanted to ask you about your right ear. For a project I'm working on. So tell me, Sensei, how did you lose the top half of it?

Splinter: Are you feeling okay, my son? You know very well the story of my master, Hamato Yoshi, and how...

Donatello: Yeah, I know the story, but here's the thing. That's the movie origin story -- I should know -- and the story from the comics. You, on the other hand, are associated with the cartoon, which means you are Hamato Yoshi. So you couldn't have gotten your ear sliced when you were an ordinary rat, because you never were an ordinary rat. So tell me, Master, how did you really lose half of your ear?

Sliced did it happen?

Splinter: If you must know, my son, I will tell you, though it is not something I am proud of. Following my mutation, I was angry at the world -- being a sewer-dwelling hobo is one thing, but being a sewer-dwelling hobo mutant rat is quite another. At least a human hobo can walk the streets sometimes, and while he is sneered at by passersby who turn up their noses at his sewage stench, they do not flee in terror as they would from a mutant rat. I could only venture above at night. And, on one such night...I kicked a midget.

Donatello: Um, okay...

Disheartened by these strange and unexpected responses,
Donatello takes to the sewer balcony to question his purpose...

Donatello receives counsel...

Rat King: Yo Donatello -- you seem kinda down, bro. Care to share? If you dare? Ha ha.

Donatello: *Sigh* Well, RK, it's just that this is so frustrating. I'm trying to conduct a very scientific survey here to learn more about the causes of various deformities and abnormalities among our population, but everyone so far seems to be giving me the same answer -- and it just doesn't make sense. I don't know how or why, but I think they're mocking me.

Rat King: Well, who have you asked so far?

Donatello: Just Beetlejuice and Master Splinter...

Rat King: Only two people and already you're discouraged? Haven't you been watching "Mad Mad House" on SciFi? You'd already have gotten a necklace for "lacking patience," like that crazy fat chick they kicked out the other week. Why not try asking me your question?

Donatello: Heh, yeah, I guess you're right. Thanks, RK -- I really appreciate the pep talk. So tell me, then, what happened to turn you into a chewed-up rag-wearing guy who hangs out in sewers with a bunch of albino rats and has chicken bones and dead insects stitched into his clothing?

Rat King: Kicked a midget.

Donatello: Screw you, dude.

Yet the Rat King's lesson stayed with Donatello, and, despite his mounting discouragement, he continued on in search of those elusive answers...


Donatello: I don't even know why I'm bothering, but I've got a couple of questions for you guys. Okay? Good. Let's go. Leatherhead, you used to be a human, right? Weren't you once a Bayou thief named Jess Harley?

Leatherhead: Ut! Dat be de story some say's behind mah origins, Dawn-ah-tell-oh. But dat ain't de only story! Dere be many stories 'bout ol' LEATHAHEAD, ah gah-rown-tee!

Donatello: Yes, but what really happened to turn you into a mutant alligator?

Leatherhead: Ah reckon you want de trute, Dawn-ah-tell-oh? Ah tells ya den -- before ah became ol' LEATHAHEAD, ah once...kicked a midget, ah gah-rown-tee!

Donatello: Yeah, whatever. And Venusaur -- why do you have a flower growing out of your back? I suppose you'll tell me that you kicked a midget too?

Venusaur: VE...NU...SAUR!!!! (Translation: Correct! -- Ed.)

Donatello: I hate you both.

Finally, stressed-out and dejected, Donatello approaches April O'Neil.
But surely April, his trusted friend, will provide him with the knowledge he seeks...

Distraught, Donatello questions April.

April: Hey Donnie, how are you?

Donatello: Not so great, April...but hopefully you can help me out by answering a few questions... So how about it, huh? MAY I QUESTION YOU? PLEASE?!?!?

April: Um, sure, Don...but please don't shout at me, kay?

Donatello: Sorry...I'm just at the end of my tether here. Hahahaha! Anyway, let the questioning begin!

A tail...?And Japanese schoolgirl socks...?

Donatello: Why do you have a tail? And why are you wearing those Japanese schoolgirl socks? TELL ME!!!! Sorry.

April: Um...

Donatello: And why are you wearing those Japanese schoolgirl socks? TELL ME!!!! Sorry.

And such broad shoulders...?LOOK OUT, DONATELLO!!!

Donatello: And why are your shoulders so goddamned broad? DID YOU KICK A MIDGET TOO?!?!?!?

April: Donatello...

Donatello: What? NO!!! I'm asking the questions here, understand? See, like that! HA HA HA!

April: ...LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU!!!!!!!!!!

Donatello: Eh?



The hell...?

Cammy: Alright, what the bleeding HELL happened here?!?!?!?

...Kain kicked a midget.

Cammy: Blimey! This is just...unacceptable. Bugger all. What did you do this time, Kain?

Kain: Um...I...kicked a midget...?


Donatello: Such is the life of those who seek knowledge...

-- Wes --

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