Gryfon was amazed.

After all his years of studying other worlds, reading and re-reading the logs of great explorers, here he was on Earth. Earth, the unexplored territory, a world of mystery and wonders. He was perhaps the first ever WonderLander to set foot in this rare dimension. He would be famous when he returned home and recorded his adventures.

Unless the creatures here had lied to him about where he was.

They were very odd creatures, furless and wingless, too plain to resemble the WonderLand Royalty, too tall to be Munchkins and too short to be trees. They lived in a dark place full of strange objects, with one large object sitting in the center, by itself. Gryfon had circled this object, trying to determine it's importance. Curious, he lifted a part of it. So much to learn, it was too much to resist.

"Um, hey, put that down…" one of the creatures said, waving a limb at him. It was odd to hear them speak so fluently in his own language, Gryfon wondered who had taught them.

Gryfon dropped the device he'd been examining, it fell to the floor with a heavy thud and rolled back a little. "What is it?"

"It's a truck."

Gryfon said the word a few times to himself, getting used to it's sound. "What is it's purpose?"

The creature became quiet and looked at the other one, as if they could converse without sounds.

Gryfon concluded of course, that this truck must be holy to them. They wouldn't tell a stranger about what it did. He walked around it, peering at it. There seemed to be some sort of small shrine in the truck, a brief search found a door to it.

Gryfon entered the shrine, ignoring the creatures as they told him to get away. Superstitious things. There was so much to look at, buttons and levers, a large wheel protruding from one side, a paper tree that hung from a small mirror.

Even a secret compartment. Gryfon leaned over to open the compartment, acidentally moving a lever under him until the letter R was orange. The compartment opened to reveal what must be sacred scripts. 'Vehicle Insurance and Registration' Gryfon read on the envelope, he tucked the scripts into his pocket - he'd return them after he'd anaylzed their contents.

Something clinked as Gryfon sat up and his foot found a hidden button on the floor of the shrine. A collection of trinkets hung from just under the large wheel, they wouldn't come out, but they did turn…

"You left the keys in?" April said, looking at the place where the garage doors used to be. The truck having jerkily reversed out of the place. She was worried now, for the guys, for Splinter, for herself. And angry - what were they supposed to tell the police who were coming in the morning? Why did all the weird stuff happen to them? Was it some sort of cosmic joke?

"I don't believe this…" was all Casey could say.

"I always tell you to take the keys out, don't I? Always. Why don't you ever listen?"

"…something exists that drives worse than Raph!" Casey finished his sentence.