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Here you go, folks, your TMNT-themed growth drive, starring everyone's favorite warthog that doesn't hang out with meerkats! As always, you'll be able to vote on how the story goes, as well as help Bebop grow through your donations! Let's see how much beef we can pile on to this porker!
“Man, when we said we were gonna become heroes and help clean up the city, I wasn’t talkin’ about actual janitor duty, dawg..!”
Bebop snorted in frustration as he eyed the stack of crates piled in front of him. With the Shredder defeated and most of the threats to New York City gone, the turtles and their friends had decided it was best to make sure it stayed that way. Donatello had volunteered all too eagerly to go through Baxter Stockman’s old lab hideouts to catalogue everything that might be useful, and dispose of everything else that wasn’t.
“Bebop…” Donnie sighed, turning in his seat to scold the mutant warthog for the third time that evening. “It’s really important that we make sure this stuff doesn’t fall into the wrong hands. The last thing we need is someone building a mutant army to invade New York, or accidentally unleashing an unstoppable swarm on nano-insects, or opening a portal to Dimension X, or worse! You and Rocksteady agreed that, as reformed bad guys, you’d help out, and since neither of you knows how to hack into Stockman’s mainframe, you get crate duty instead.”
Rocksteady lumbered past, a crate in each of his powerful arms. “The Donnie-turtle is right, comrade Bebop. We agreed to be helping, so now we must be helping, da? Perhaps moving crates is not so glamorous as fighting the crimes and evil-doings, but it is better than working for Shedder and being flunky, yes?”
Bebop folded his arms across his chest and snorted past his tusks. “But I figured being a hero was more about kickin’ butt and less about lifting things. No one ever mentioned the boring stuff.”
Donnie rolled his eyes and went back to sifting through Stockman’s database. “I’ll make sure to warn you next time there’s ‘boring stuff’ to do.”
“Is no problem, comrade turtle!” smiled the rhino. “When you have Bebop and Rocksteady on the job, your crates will be carried, lickety-splits! Just remember to lift with your legs and not with your back, Bebop! Your limbs are stringy, like Mama’s stroganoff.”
Bebop lowered himself, gripping one of the heavy crates and hauling it up to his chest. “I know how to lift a crate, fool! I ain’t gonna drop it!”
Donnie nodded absently. “Good, because according to his notes, I’m pretty sure Stockman used most of those to carry some kind of experimental mutagen …”
Bebop blinked behind his visor, processing this new information before shrieking and throwing the crate into the air as if it had just tried to eat him. The box came to a peak, suspended in the air a moment, before crashing to the floor. The wooden sides splintered, spilling straw and strange blue mutagen canisters at Bebop’s feet. One of the canisters hit the floor just right and cracked apart, splashing the warthog in vibrant blue goop.
Everyone stared in shocked silence at the mess before Bebop again shrieked, failing his arms. “I’m hit! I’m hit! Aw, I’m covered in muta-goo!”
“Oh no!” cried Rocksteady. “He is going to becoming even -more- mutated mutant now!”
“Aw no!” wailed Bebop. “I don’t wanna second-mutate! Rahzar looked nasty, yo! Someone’s gotta help me!” He staggered, glowing mutagen clinging to his clothes. “I… I’m startin’ to feel faint! I think I’m dyin’! I see a bright light! I’m goin’, Rock! Hold me!”
The giant rhino flinched a bit, pulling away. “Eh… nyet, you are still covered with goo. But I am offering emotional support from distance, da?”
Bebop sank to the floor with a groan, an arm draped over his forehead. Donnie and Rocksteady leaned over his limp form with a mixture of anticipation and concern.
“Well…” said Donnie, cutting through the awkward silence, “nothing seems to be happening. Maybe the mutagen was inert? That may be why Stockman never used it in the first place.”
Bebop bolted upright. “What, I got all worked up, and you’re tellin’ me this stuff doesn’t even do nothin’? Man, this really is the pits! I’m getting’ outta here before I -really- die! From boredom!”
Donnie carefully scooped up some of the mutagen into a beaker, holding it up to the light. “Well, fine, but I’m going to take a look at this stuff and see what the heck it was supposed to do. In the meantime, I could really use Rocksteady’s help with moving the rest of these crates into the Shellraiser.”
Bebop wiped the rest of the glowing ooze off his jeans, still pouting. “Whatever, braniac! Lemme borrow your t-phone. I bet the other guys are doing way more awesome hero things.”
Who does Bebop call?
A)Leo and Karai
B)Mikey and April
C) Raph and Mona (WINNER!)
GROWTH DRIVE RULES
- This Growth Drive features weight gain, muscle growth, and macro!
- There are three categories you can donate toward! Choose any one, or any combination you like!
- As with most Growth Drives, things will start out slow, but ramp up as time goes on and donations increase.
When each goalpost is met, the amount of weight and height gained per dollar will increase!
For now, $1 = 1 lb Fat or Muscle or 1/4 in. Height.
- A donation of $20 or more doubles its effectiveness, no matter how you split it. It pays to buy in bulk!
- To donate, follow this link: GROWTH DIVE COMPLETE! THANKS EVERYONE!
- Once you fill out the form, you will be sent a Paypal invoice for the donation amount. You must fill out the invoice for your donation to count!
- The top donor for every round will be contacted after donations close and be offered a SPECIAL CHOICE that will affect Bebop's growth.
If you are contacted, please respond within 24 hours or your opportunity will be forfeit.
- The top donor for the entire Growth Drive will also be contacted at its conclusion, and be offered a FREE PICTURE AND STORY COMMISSION COMBO of their character with any TMNT character at any size you please!
- Don't have the funds to donate? No worries!
As with prior Growth Drives, you can still FREE-VOTE IN THE COMMENTS SECTION on how the story goes by choosing one of the branches.
The choice with the most votes wins, of course.
- A donation of $20 or more also effectively doubles your story vote!
- Donations and voting for this round will end Sunday, December 17th, 11:59 PM CST.
- As always, thanks for your support!
Art and Story by Yours Truly
Bebop, Rocksteady, and the TMNT © Nickelodeon
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>“Man, when we said we were gonna become heroes and help clean up the city, I wasn’t talkin’ about actual janitor duty, dawg..!”
Bebop snorted in frustration as he eyed the stack of crates piled in front of him. With the Shredder defeated and most of the threats to New York City gone, the turtles and their friends had decided it was best to make sure it stayed that way. Donatello had volunteered all too eagerly to go through Baxter Stockman’s old lab hideouts to catalogue everything that might be useful, and dispose of everything else that wasn’t.
“Bebop…” Donnie sighed, turning in his seat to scold the mutant warthog for the third time that evening. “It’s really important that we make sure this stuff doesn’t fall into the wrong hands. The last thing we need is someone building a mutant army to invade New York, or accidentally unleashing an unstoppable swarm on nano-insects, or opening a portal to Dimension X, or worse! You and Rocksteady agreed that, as reformed bad guys, you’d help out, and since neither of you knows how to hack into Stockman’s mainframe, you get crate duty instead.”
Rocksteady lumbered past, a crate in each of his powerful arms. “The Donnie-turtle is right, comrade Bebop. We agreed to be helping, so now we must be helping, da? Perhaps moving crates is not so glamorous as fighting the crimes and evil-doings, but it is better than working for Shedder and being flunky, yes?”
Bebop folded his arms across his chest and snorted past his tusks. “But I figured being a hero was more about kickin’ butt and less about lifting things. No one ever mentioned the boring stuff.”
Donnie rolled his eyes and went back to sifting through Stockman’s database. “I’ll make sure to warn you next time there’s ‘boring stuff’ to do.”
“Is no problem, comrade turtle!” smiled the rhino. “When you have Bebop and Rocksteady on the job, your crates will be carried, lickety-splits! Just remember to lift with your legs and not with your back, Bebop! Your limbs are stringy, like Mama’s stroganoff.”
Bebop lowered himself, gripping one of the heavy crates and hauling it up to his chest. “I know how to lift a crate, fool! I ain’t gonna drop it!”
Donnie nodded absently. “Good, because according to his notes, I’m pretty sure Stockman used most of those to carry some kind of experimental mutagen …”
Bebop blinked behind his visor, processing this new information before shrieking and throwing the crate into the air as if it had just tried to eat him. The box came to a peak, suspended in the air a moment, before crashing to the floor. The wooden sides splintered, spilling straw and strange blue mutagen canisters at Bebop’s feet. One of the canisters hit the floor just right and cracked apart, splashing the warthog in vibrant blue goop.
Everyone stared in shocked silence at the mess before Bebop again shrieked, failing his arms. “I’m hit! I’m hit! Aw, I’m covered in muta-goo!”
“Oh no!” cried Rocksteady. “He is going to becoming even -more- mutated mutant now!”
“Aw no!” wailed Bebop. “I don’t wanna second-mutate! Rahzar looked nasty, yo! Someone’s gotta help me!” He staggered, glowing mutagen clinging to his clothes. “I… I’m startin’ to feel faint! I think I’m dyin’! I see a bright light! I’m goin’, Rock! Hold me!”
The giant rhino flinched a bit, pulling away. “Eh… nyet, you are still covered with goo. But I am offering emotional support from distance, da?”
Bebop sank to the floor with a groan, an arm draped over his forehead. Donnie and Rocksteady leaned over his limp form with a mixture of anticipation and concern.
“Well…” said Donnie, cutting through the awkward silence, “nothing seems to be happening. Maybe the mutagen was inert? That may be why Stockman never used it in the first place.”
Bebop bolted upright. “What, I got all worked up, and you’re tellin’ me this stuff doesn’t even do nothin’? Man, this really is the pits! I’m getting’ outta here before I -really- die! From boredom!”
Donnie carefully scooped up some of the mutagen into a beaker, holding it up to the light. “Well, fine, but I’m going to take a look at this stuff and see what the heck it was supposed to do. In the meantime, I could really use Rocksteady’s help with moving the rest of these crates into the Shellraiser.”
Bebop wiped the rest of the glowing ooze off his jeans, still pouting. “Whatever, braniac! Lemme borrow your t-phone. I bet the other guys are doing way more awesome hero things.”
Who does Bebop call?
A)
B)
C) Raph and Mona (WINNER!)
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Pig / Swine
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File Size 554.3 kB
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