His ticket was in his hand, the little kid's advice ringing in his ears, but Donatello still felt like the world's biggest idiot standing at an abandoned bus stop in the middle of the night, waiting for a bus that was a cat.And it was raining, no less. The trenchcoat and hat he was huddled in could only do so much to make that bearable.
But this was his only lead. His only hope, to save his family.
When the bus came he didn't realize it until it had pulled up - maybe it was the sound of it, the plash-plash-plash of paws on wet road that had thrown him, when he was expecting the rumble.... squeak of engine and brakes. It was just, his mind was wandering, and then whoosh, a sodden furry mass with lights and a face and paws and an interior empty of other passengers but weirdly warm and cozy. As the beast crouched down before him, he gawped, because yes, that was a bus that was a cat. Grinning at him like it was happy to see him.
His life, seriously.
Donatello steeled himself and stepped onto the catbus, slipped his ticket into the collector, and found a seat, just like any other working stiff on a New York evening, aside from the whole cat thing.
My Neighbor Totoro/TMNT, Donatello
But this was his only lead. His only hope, to save his family.
When the bus came he didn't realize it until it had pulled up - maybe it was the sound of it, the plash-plash-plash of paws on wet road that had thrown him, when he was expecting the rumble.... squeak of engine and brakes. It was just, his mind was wandering, and then whoosh, a sodden furry mass with lights and a face and paws and an interior empty of other passengers but weirdly warm and cozy. As the beast crouched down before him, he gawped, because yes, that was a bus that was a cat. Grinning at him like it was happy to see him.
His life, seriously.
Donatello steeled himself and stepped onto the catbus, slipped his ticket into the collector, and found a seat, just like any other working stiff on a New York evening, aside from the whole cat thing.