A couple days ago in the afternoon after Jared and I finished watching Space Heroes for the day, the news was on and said something about there being ninjas in New York. Ha! There's no ninjas in New York! I've lived here for almost half my life and never spotted evidence of there being ninjas! Then again, ninjas are quiet and stealthy. I decided to investigate on this topic.

I tried looking for evidence myself from sunrise to sunset and had no luck the first day. I tried this again each day for an entire week. Still, no luck. I figured maybe I should try searching New York at night for a couple nights. I did this the first night and couldn't find anything. I realized that no one was out at night, and I kind of enjoyed it. It was peaceful. On the second night, there was a noise coming from an alley that I was approaching. I walked up to the alley and peaked my head around the corner. I saw four figures emerging from beneath a manhole cover. Why are people living in the sewers? I thought to myself. Well, this is New York. "Let's go to the rooftops where we can be hidden from sight," said one of the figures. Be hidden? Are they scared of being seen by other humans? They all jumped up the fire escape with ease and made it to the roof of the building I was peaking around. They made climbing the fire escape look so easy! They then started running across the rooftops and I began to follow them from the ground. The four started doing some tricks like flips and twists in the air. Woah! I thought to myself. These guys are good! Maybe I should keep following them to see what other cool stuff they can do! I continued to follow them.

"Do you guys hear anything? Like someone is running?" Great! I blew my cover!

"We're running you shell brain!"

I then heard something that sounded like a slap. "Ow! What was that for?"

"You were being an idiot."

"Guys! We're ninjas. We're suppose to be quiet!" I wanted to laugh at the way they were acting, but I kept it in and... wait a second. Did the one say something about ninjas? These are probably the ninjas that are in New York. I'm sooo going to keep following them!

Suddenly, they stopped. I stopped as well. Why did they stop? I saw that the Purple Dragons were trying to rob a jewelry store. That's probably why. As I saw the figures jumping down from the rooftop, I quickly ran into a nearby alley and decided to watch them do whatever it is they do from there.

When they jumped down into the streets, the street lights revealed that they were four giant turtles with weapons who walked on two legs. Wait, what??? This can't be right! This frightend me for a bit!

"Stop this robbery of yours right now or else," said the turtle in the blue bandana.

"Or else what," questioned the, I'm assuming, leader of the Purple Dragons.

"Or else we'll give you a beat down," exclaimed the turtle in the red bandana as all four of them took out their weapons.

"Make us," said the leader of the Purple Dragons.

The red-masked turtle began attacking the Purple Dragons. The other three then joined him, defeating them in a matter of minutes with their amazing skills.

"Get out of here," said the blue-masked turtle. The Purple Dragons scurried off and the turtles put their weapons away.

"Wow!" Not realizing how loud I said that, the turtles then turned to face me. I quickly turned around and started running. They began to follow me. With how fast they beat up those guys, I'm kind of nervous with what they'll do with me.

After a minute or two of running, I looked behind me to see if they were still there. Luckily, they weren't. "I guess they're just like any other slow turtle." I began to walk in the direction I was originally running in. Suddenly, the turtles with the blue and purple bandanas jumped in front of me. I turned around to see that the turtles with the red and orange bandanas were behind me. I was kind of nervous and scared.

"That's a hurtful stereotype," said the orange-masked turtle. I began to back up to the building beside me.

"It's okay Mikey," said the purple-masked turtle, trying to comfort the other. "Just try to brush it off. That's what I usually do."

"I say we give this chick a beat down," said the red-masked turtle, putting his fist into his other hand and tilting his head to crack his neck once on each side.

"Do NOT call me a chick," I exclaimed while beginning to attack the red-masked turtle, but then everything went black.