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By: Dakota Cole

Well hello there, my duckies. I bet you’d love to here a story. A story all about ninjas, monkeys, Presidents, Super Sayans, and even a turtle. Surprisingly, I have a story with all of those things and more.

It all started hundreds of years ago, in a land far, far away. The original teenage mutant ninja turtle, Van Gough, was the most skilled shield fighter in the whole land. He dual-wielded shields, which means fighting with two weapons. One shield was a thick, heavy shield good for blocking attacks from heavy melee weapons. The other one is a smaller, lighter shield that was perfect for blocking smaller melee weapons and ranged attacks. These shields could close together around him to form a most powerful armor. This fighting style got the attention of many people.

The ninjas would come after him every so often to try and kill him. Van had killed the Head Ninja Sasuke many moons ago. This made him a traitor to his own kind, so he was shunned and a hit was put out on him.

The monkeys were very into gold. They would do anything to get there hands on it. They would even go as far as trying to steal Van’s shields, which were worth more then Bill Gates, and sell them. They always failed, even with their massive numbers.

One day, Van was walking to a new town through the forest. He wanted to go to the festival. It became the year of the tiger that day.

As he walked, Van was attacked from both sides by both the ninjas and the monkeys. This had never happened before, and all sides were confused.

All at once the ninjas rushed the monkeys. The monkeys fought back, of course, but they weren’t ready for them.
The fight went on for some time, but it finally came down to the newest Head Ninja, Nebo, and the Monkey King, Boo Boo. They were about to fight the last fight, when all of a sudden, out of a blue, a light started to pulse from behind the trees. The wind blew through the leaves. The sounds coming from there was unheard of, and slowly getting louder. Then it happened. Out of the trees came George W. Bush.

I know what your thinking. Why him. You’ll see.

George told them that he needed their help to stop Van. His mortal enemy had developed a plan to get Van and bring him to the future to teach the military all he knew. This would be an amazing advantage in war. It must be stopped, or there would be no stopping him. So he went back in time with his time suit you get for becoming president to stop him.

They joined forces to take down their common foe and all left for the village. This took them a long time, about 5 hours in fact, but they made it.
Their plan was simple; find and eliminate Van. They split up to search the area better. George went to the weapon shops. Nebo scaled the buildings and looked from above. Boo Boo had a got idea. He started to put on a show for everyone around. He was an excellent performer.

He could juggle, dance, and everything. He started the show and everyone gathered around. It even brought Van in to see what the fuss was all about.
That’s around the time both George and Nebo ran in to take down Van, but George got tackled from the side.

“Barack Obama, we meet again,” George said as he stood up.

“Of course. Who else could have a suit like this?” Obama said as he floated into the sky and started to shoot what seemed to be ki waves at George. He deflected all of them with his bare hands.

“Is that the best you can do?”

“Of course not. I’m just getting warmed up!” He yelled as he started to power up. His hair slowly changed bright yellow as the waves of energy surged around him. “I learned how to go Super Sayan last week. I hope you can handle this.”

“You think a president forgets how to become Super Sayan? That’s The basic training of become president,” George said with a grin as he changed form. “This should be fun.”

They rushed each other and started throwing punches and blocking back and forth.
Meanwhile, Van was defending himself from Boo Boo and Nebo. His swift moves made it impossible to get close, so Nebo started to use his explosives. This made Van have to hook his shields around him, making an armor of sorts.

“Why, Obama? Why?” George asked him, holding his broken, bleeding arm.

“This will make America the best country in the whole world, not just a hated country of good for nothings.”

“Is that what you really think of your own country?”

“Of course. Isn’t the president supposed to help his country?”

“Yes, but not like this… Why can’t you get that?”

“To late to stop now. I must Bring back Van with me. Stay out of my way or your going to die.” He said, holding up his hand while charging the ki blast.
Then it came to George. He rushed for Van; dodging Obama’s blasts, and flips him over. He proceeds by using ki to sauder the shields together.

“That will prevent him teaching those soldiers how to fight better.” George said with a smirk.

“I guess you win now, George, but I am president. Let’s see what happens in the future because of me.” He says as he slowly fades away as he travels to the far off future.

“Why did you do this to me?” Van asked as he started to cry.

“If I didn’t, the future would be very much destroyed by war. Obama wanted you to help him take over the world.” George said huffing as he tried to catch his breath.

“That would be horrible… I’m glad you stopped me before I went with him.”

“What? Did he ask you already?” George asked confused.

“Yeah. I was at the food mart and he offered me a great job training folks.”

“I’m glad I stopped you.”

“I am as well.”

Nebo decided it was pointless killing Van now that he was trapped in that shell, so he left to find disciples to train.

Boo Boo was very angry he couldn’t sell the shields, but he did get a get job in a circus in the town.

George left to go back to his own time. He wanted to live his life to the end with his wife.

Van, now stuck in a shell, hated the shell for a while, but got used to it after a while. It made very nice shelter from the rain, and he could sleep in it without a fear of anyone killing him.

That’s why all turtles wear shells. Tortoises are just posers.

The End