Chapter 5: Dirty Dealings

"Slash come into my room!"

Gerald smiled to himself and picked up his shell wax, which was actually peroxide, as Slash Harrison came into the bed room, looking really annoyed at his father. "What is it you want now Dad?" He groaned. Gerald smiled as he looked at his son's reflection in the mirror.

"My boy, today I take you down to the shop. What do you say?" Gerald Harrison smiled.

Slash just shrugged in response to his father's question. "I don't know what do you say Dad?" Gerald turned to his oldest son. "I say that appearance is nine tenth's of the law. People don't buy I car, they buy me. That's why I take such pride in my appearance. Well waxed shell and a snappy suit." Gerald explained.

Slash wasn't really listening.

"Now run along and get ready for a big day of learning kid." His father smiled and Slash left. Gerald rubbed more shell wax on his shell, unaware of what Leo had done to it. "It's gonna be a big day of learning to." Gerald chuckled.

"There's a sucker born every minuet and we're gonna take them for all they've got."...

Back in the kitchen things were going about as normal.

Amy Harrison was making herself and Gerald some cereal for their breakfast and her youngest son Leonardo was making his own cereal and toaster waffles for breakfast since no one was paying attention to him as per usual.

"Give me the cookies!" Slash demanded to his mother.

"Here." Amy hissed and handed her son the whole tin. Leo glanced in the hallway and saw his father casually walking towards the kitchen, the youngest turtle quickly took a seat at the table and ate his breakfast. "Alright my boy, heir to the throne, today we diddle the customer."

What Gerald Harrison failed to notice was that the carapace of his shell was bleach white against his green skin because of the peroxide! Slash's eye's went and his jaw almost hit the table. Leo managed to hold back a laugh but he still held a small smile.

"What? What you looking at?" Gerald asked when he saw Slash's expression.

He then turned to his wife. "Love kins, where's my breakfast?" He asked with a smile. "Here we are my heart strings." Amy smiled and turned around, she saw Gerald's shell. "AAAAAHHHHHH!" She screamed ad spilled the cereal all over the floor.

Leo almost burst out laughing.

"Snicker doodles, what did you do to your carapace." Amy asked slowly as she and Slash walked towards Gerald. Gerald was confused by this. "My carapace?" He asked and went into his room to look in the mirror to see what they were on about.

Seconds later a deafening scream followed.

Leo sniggered slightly as he drank some of his orange juice. Luckily no one noticed...

After recovering from the shock Gerald decided to take both his son's to the car shop.

"Give me those." He snarled and snatched the packages from Leo and Slash. To hide his humiliating bleached carapace he was wearing his old trench coat. What Gerald Harrison didn't notice was that their were being watched.

Dirty dealings, like buying stolen car parts, never stay secret for long. Especially when the FBI gets involved. Inside a car were two FBI agents know as Rockwell and Pete. After taking a few pictures of the Harrison's Rockwell held up a recorder

"9:17, suspect exits domicile."

Pete looked at his watch. "I've got 9:18." He said in confusion. Rockwell looked at his own watched and sighed. "9:17 is correct." He said into the recorder. They both watched as Gerald drove Leonardo and Slash to the place he worked and owned.

Harrison Motors...

Soon Gerald arrived at Harrison Motors and showed his sons the garage.

"My boy, one day all of this will all be yours." He smiled to Slash. "This?" Slash Harrison asked in disbelief when he saw his father's working garage. The place looked like an old junk-yard, with dusty old cars and different car parts were thrown all over the place.

Gerald led them over to an old car and used his finger to draw $100 into the thick dirt on the windscreen.

"See this Junker? I paid a $100 for her. Transitions shot and the bumpers are falling off, what do I do with her?" He asked and added two more zeros onto the windscreen. "I sell her." He exclaimed with a smile. "We really should weld these bumpers on." Gerald said.

Leo and Slash both held each end of a bumper as Gerald applied some kind of paste to it. "But that takes too much time, equipment and money." He explained as his children attached the bumper to the car.

"Won't it fall off?" Slash asked.

"Defiantly." Gerald nodded with a smirk. "Isn't that dangerous?" Leo asked in a worried tone. Gerald glared at him. "Not to me. Now let's move on to transmission." He said and grabbed a bag of saw dust and started to pour some of it into the car engine.

Slash and Leo watched him carefully.

"The sawdust quiets the engine and let's the car as sweet as a nut." The short and chubby turtle said. "For a couple of miles." He added with stupid grin on his face. Leo glared at his father in anger and disgust.

"Dad that's cheating." He hissed angrily.

"Of course it's cheating, no one ever got rich by being honest." Gerald growled. He then grabbed a drill of some kind. " Twenty years ago we could turn the numbers on these things back by hand. Here take my jacket." He said and passed his jacket to Slash before going under the car.

Slash put it on a nearby table.

"But the FBI likes to test the engine to sniff out the bad business man." He explained before coming back out. "Two directional drill, if you run it backwards the numbers go down. Watch the speed monitor." Gerald smiled and began to drill.

The numbers began to change.

"Cool." Slash grinned. "Daddy, you're a crook." Leo said from behind them. "What?" Gerald asked. "This is illegal." Leo glared. "You keep drilling." He said to Slash before walking over to his younger son in a calm but threatening manner.

"Do you make money? Do you have a job?"

"No, but don't people need good cars? Can't you sell good cars, Dad?" The six year old turtle pleaded. "Listen, you little wise acre! I'm smart, you're dumb, I'm big, you're little, I'm right, you're wrong! And there's nothing you can do about it!"

That being said Gerald returned to his favourite son.

Leo glared daggers into their backs before his father's jacket sitting beside him caught his eye. An idea came to his young mind. Suddenly there was a beep of a car horn as Amy pulled up outside the garage. "GERALD I WON! I WON THE DOUBLE BINGO!" She screamed in delight.

"Come on everybody I'm taking you all to cafe The Ritz." She smiled as everyone climbed into the car.

"How much money?" Gerald asked. "Never mind. God your shell looks awful, I hope they'll let you in." Amy sighed. Leonardo quickly ran out the garage. "Here's your jacket Daddy." He said. Gerald snatched the jacket off him and push Leo into the car.

Inside the garage the brush that was once covered in super, super glue had been wiped clean...