Donatello runs as if wading through molasses as the sewer tunnels rotate all around him. He reaches the end of the tunnel of bursts into an office block, dashing through the halls between the cubicles as Dark Beaver clones crawl after him from all directions.

"No!" he gasps as he throws himself into an elevator.

The elevator door opens and he flies out into the lair kitchen. He slams the fridge door and falls against it, panting heavily. His breathing slows when he notices a can of coffee on the counter. A redhead in a yellow dress can be seen on the label, holding a cup of coffee and winking out at Donatello. The purple-masked turtle's forehead creases.

"Wait, is that...April?" he asks, grabbing the can.

"Wake up!" the April logo cries.

Dark Beaver clones shriek and roar as he looks up from the can. Donatello screams.

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In Leonardo's dream, he tiredly fights off Dire Beaver but has very little actual success. The purple rodent punches him in the jaw, smacks him with his paddle tail, and sends him sailing into the air with a well-aimed right hook.

As Leonardo goes tumbling head over heels into the sky, the beaver gives a powerful push with his hind legs and goes sailing after him, fist at the ready. Just as they're about to connect again, the sound of Leonardo's t-phone goes off, freezing them in midair.

"Well, aren't you going to answer?" Dire Beaver asks.

"Okay..." Leonardo says, reaching for his phone and answering it.

April's voice breaks through. "Leo! You have to wake up! Wake up!" she exclaims.

"I am awake," Leonardo tells her, throwing his free hand up in the air. He floats in place, although he hardly seems to notice. "I got superpowers from a meteor and now I'm fighting a giant beaver, and..." He trails off, his eyes narrowing as he turns to his opponent. "Hey, am I dreaming you?"

"Not a chance!" Dire Beaver growls.

Time unfreezes in an instant. With a hard punch from a furry purple fist, Leonardo goes sailing out of the atmosphere and into the sun, screaming the whole way.

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Hard rock music keeps blaring as Raphael screams, snakes slithering around his head. Dread Beaver continues cackling as he commands the giant white snake above him. The reptile hisses and zips downwards. It swallows Michelangelo, then Destiny, then Donatello, and Leonardo last. It zooms towards Raphael, mouth gaping.

Right before it's about to eat him, April's voice sounds from the reptile's throat. "Raph! You have to wake up! Now!" she calls.

"Huh?" Raphael asks.

The snake clears his throat. "Pardon me."

It lets out a hissing roar and lunges for the red-masked turtle again.

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Michelangelo pants, his eyes drooped as the candy land beings continue to laugh all around him. "Man, this ping-pong is really wearing me out," he admits as Dave bounces a ball off his head over and over and over.

"That's because I'm draining your life force!" Dave Beaver answers, hopping over his head and giggling.

"Oh, right."

A lollipop scoots over to Michelangelo, grinning widely as it stares unblinkingly at the horizon. "Psst, hey, Mikey! April says you should wake up."

His eyes narrow. "Please. I know better than to listen to a giant talking lollipop. Ha! I learned that one the hard way."

Dave sends the laughing ball into his face, making him groan again.

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Casey pulls the van to a stop outside Bernie's store and Destiny immediately tries to get out, but Casey grabs her arm. "Hold on, wolfie. You're still a mutant," he says.

She frowns. "I need to give this guy a piece of my mind!"

"I know you're worried about the guys, but you need to trust me," he says, releasing her as he shoves his door open. "Come in if you hear something going screwy."

She huffs, but nods anyway as she slumps against the worn upholstery of the van. "Fine. Good luck."

He smirks and winks. "Casey Jones doesn't need luck."

He climbs out at she rolls her eyes at him. Casey enters the store, the bell ringing out softly as he lets the door fall shut behind him. He shoves his hands into his pockets and retrieves a set of small keys.

"Aha," he chuckles.

He scoots behind the counter and walks over to a strange case containing a book of some kind. He chooses a key and unlocks the case, pulling out the book with a triumphant grin.

"They sent you, didn't they?" a voice demands from behind him.

Casey spins around as the book drops. The wrinkled face of Bernie, a homely man getting on in years with wrinkly clothes and crooked teeth, greets him. The man's sunken eyes shift to and fro, as if waiting for someone to jump out at him.

Casey steps back. "Who?" he asks.

"Them! The Dream Beavers!" Bernie says, taking a shuffling, zombie step toward the boy.

"Nobody sent—" Casey stops himself and points at the shopkeeper. "Did you just say Dream Beavers?"

Bernie sneers, heaving a chainsaw upwards. "Didn't I tell you nobody touches the book?!" he shouts, starting up the machine with a blaring chatter.

"Whoa!" Casey yelps as he dodges the noisy tool. "Dude, are you insane?!"

He leaps over the counter as Bernie sweeps the merchandise off of it. The man keeps going after him, not stopping for a second even when he destroys what little of his livelihood is left.

"That book is the only thing standing between this world and total destruction!" Bernie shrieks, rushing at the teen with the chainsaw still whirring away.

Casey stumbles, pushing off the shelf in a desperate attempt to get away. He trips on the fallen grocery items, panicking a tiny bit as Bernie reappears around the corner.

"You dirty beatnik!"

Just as Bernie is about to strike, two hands grab his shoulders and send him flying into another shelf with a crash. Destiny, seething with rage, kicks his chainsaw aside as it sputters to a stop.

"AGH! WOLF THING!" Bernie shrieks.

She stomps over and grips his shirt collar, lifting him into the air easily as she snarls. Bernie trembles, looking as if he's about to soil himself, but Destiny doesn't back down.

"Yeah, and wolf-thing wants to know what's going on," she growls, her claws unsheathed and her eyes flashing dangerously.

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Diaval has no clue what's going on or how he got here, but he knows that he can't get out. Even when he tries to detach himself from the turtles, he can't. He looks down at the palms of his hands and finds that there's some kind of chain surrounding his wrists, although the metal is transparent and doesn't have any weight to them. He can move his hands apart freely but the chains remain. He lifts his head to his surroundings, which amounts to black space dotted with stars: some brighter than others, some far away and some close enough that Diaval feels he could reach out and pull one down.

"Can't...get out," he stammers, trying again to tug himself away but finding that his attempts are useless.

"My my, what's this?" a rumbling voice sounds. "A little guest to our realm, and to think, I thought we were booked up!"

There's echoing laughter. Four pairs of eyes pop up around Diaval; north, south, east, west, anywhere he turns there's a pair of eyes watching him. He doesn't move, forcing his face to stay neutral.

"Ooo, he's human, but..." another speaks. "There's something absolutely intriguing about his life force, like there's a...spice to it."

Diaval frowns slightly. "Uh..."

"He came willingly. Interesting," a third says.

"He smells like sparkles," a fourth voice cuts in.

"Shut up, Dave!" the other three snap.

"Well if he's stuck here, he should go join his friends!"

A giant orange paw sweeps out of nothing and smacks Diaval clear off his feet. The boy sails backwards and hits hard asphalt. He groans and he sits up, gripping his head as he blinks repeatedly in an attempt to clear his vision.

He turns his head only to find that the four turtles are sitting around him, each sitting up and looking just as confused as Diaval.

"Whoa," Raphael mutters, wincing as he gently prods his forehead,

"What's going on?" Leonardo asks.

"I'm having the weirdest dream," Donatello admits, still freaked.

"You can't be dreaming. I'm here," Leonardo insists.

"'Cause I'm dreaming you!" the purple-masked turtle retorts.

"Maybe I'm dreaming you, but you're not dreaming me."

"Aw, man. Where'd all the candy go?" Michelangelo asks.

"Turtles?" Diaval asks. Every pair of eyes latches on him and subsequently widen. "You're here, but..." he continues, shaking his head as his pale hair shifts. "Don't understand."

"Hang on," Raphael says. "Guys...I think we're all in the same dream," he suggests.

"That's impossible," Leonardo says.

Dark Beaver crawls down the side of a building, his blood red pupils glaring down at the five males. "Nothing's impossible for the Dream Beavers!" he claims.

Donatello chuckles. "I'm sorry, did you just say Dream Beavers?"

Dark Beaver stands up, horizontally with his feet covering numerous windows. "Olly-olly-oxen-free!" he cries.

Instantly, all of the dream city starts to quake. Car alarms wail, the buildings rumble, and the sewers emit multicoloured smoke. Evil laughter echoes all around as the other three beavers appear, rejoining their brother.

"One, two, three..." Leonardo frowns and looks to Diaval. "Where's yours?"

"Don't...have one?" Diaval says with a confused shrug.

"You think you are alone in your dreams," Dire Beaver says, returning their attention to himself.

In an instant, the city background has disappeared. The eight animals and Diaval are standing in a swirling vortex of galaxies. The turtles look at their feet, trying to make sense of the absence of a floor.

"But no!" Dire continues. "For years, we have lurked in this dream dimension, stealing the life force of humans. Draining them dry and—"

"But dudes! We're not human!" Michelangelo exclaims.

"That is precisely what makes your life force so delicious," Dread Beaver explains, clicking his claws together as he licks his lips.

"Seriously. Human life force, every meal, for thousands of years," Dark Beaver pouts. His furry face brightens in another second. "Then one day, turtles and a spicy boy!"

"I like chocolate chip cookies," Dave Beaver admits.

"Shut up, Dave!" all the other beavers snap. The blue beaver blinks a few times as he goes silent.

"We're gonna drain you dry and spit out the shells!" Dire Beaver cackles, gripping the teens in his giant purple palm and flinging them into the air.

"GUYS!"

They land with a thud amongst trees again. Destiny stands before them, her eyes wide and her chest heaving with effort. She's sweating, her clothes clinging to her skin and her curls clinging to her face.

"Des? You're here too?" Leonardo asks, moving towards her.

She nods hurriedly, grabbing his hand and pulling him. "We have to go. Come on. The beavers aren't gonna be long now."

"Right behind you!" Raphael says.

They take off, following Destiny diligently as she weaves between the trees effortlessly.  Diaval tries to keep up, his heart starting to pound as the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. There's something very wrong here.

Destiny skids to a stop abruptly, crossing her arms as she looks at the dark forest.

Donatello's forehead creases in confusion. "Wait...there were only four Dream Beavers that we saw. Diaval is probably here due to his magic, but that doesn't explain how Destiny got here."

"Dude, we've got our wolf-lady here to save us," Michelangelo points out with a smile. "Why the shell are you questioning it?"

Diaval shuffles to Michelangelo's side. "Tried to reach you, but...got trapped. Des left with Casey. Dunno how—"

"Didn't I say that nothing is impossible?" Destiny turns around, a sly grin creeping across her face. "I'm sure I did."

"What? But that's what—" Leonardo starts.

Destiny cackles as her teeth grow into yellow buck teeth and her eyes glow red, fur sprouting all over her body. Her claws grow into those of a Dream Beaver and she gets more and more ginormous until Dark Beaver is all that's left in front of them.

"Peekaboo, I found you," he croons.

Screams echo in the trees.