To my late dog, Trooper - you were always a Road Rover in my mind - and his friend Speedy. Never have a snapping turtle and dog been more picture pefect.

Turtlefreak121: Believe it or no this was actually inspired by plot bunny-free thread on Stealthy Stories! Now I'm doing an eighth chaptered fanfiction and it's centering on my first true fandom and my current love! Go figure! Here's a back ground check for those of you who aren't familiar with the Road Rovers:

The Road Rovers was a TV show on WB and CartoonNetwork that aired from 1996 to 1999 despite being canceled after the first season (yeah, reruns lasted that long which was why they shouldn't have canceled it! We liked it that much!) The plot of the show was that five dogs were turned in Cano-Sapiens with a device known as the Transdogmifer. They had superpowers and were directed by 'The Master' to stop an evil cat/human known as General Parvo. It was a comedy/adventure show that rocked my world four-year-old world all the way until I was seven which was why I loved it! And they were dogs! How wonderful...

I would do the same with the TMNT but...What are you doing in the TMNT fanfiction section if you don't know that already? (blinks)

A Dog's Best Friend

Chapter One

By Turtlefreak121

Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT nor the Road Rovers. Forgive me XP

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The First Dog

"Dubbed the 'Road Rovers', these canine superheroes have been seen in multiple places over the world, combating what seems to be their own kind for the good of all humanity!"

"Turn that off and start helpin' over here, Mikey!" Raph growled as he and Leonardo struggled to carry a heavy chestnut table across the antique shop. Tomorrow would be a large sale for April's store and the turtles - most of the turtles - were helping clean up the store and fashion it up for their friend.

"Hold on just a second!" Mikey stated as he waved his hands at Raph without taking his eyes from the portable television on the glass counter. He leaned further over the corner and was nearly pressing his beak against the tiny screen.

"Forget him!" Raph grumbled as he continued to angrily look at his youngest brother.

Leo's end shook restlessly as Raph's end stayed still. "Raph!" Leo growled as he struggled to maintain his hold on the nearly four hundred pound table. "Help?" he growled before his knees buckled and the end of the table fell to the ground and giving a scratching noise as the legs found their footing on the newly polished floor.

"Heh?" Raph asked before looking around and seeing his breathless older brother leaning on the top of the opposite end of the table. "Hey, Leo! Ya droppin' da table already? How 'bout putting some work in?"

Panting, Leo glared up at his brother but remained silent - arguing would be pointless.

"In fact, in just a moment we believe one Rover will be cutting through here in just a moment!" the reporter on the screen continued as he held to his ear piece to further hear the information he was receiving.

Mikey started jumping up and down and looked back to his brothers. "A Rover's running towards the camera! A Rover's running towards the camera!" he exclaimed before leaning forward and almost pressing his beak against the screen again. "A bunch of Mutant Animal superheroes!" he exclaimed so loud that no one could hear the television.

Don rolled his eyes. He had been openly skeptical of the 'Road Rovers' since they're business first hit the TV screen. "Mikey, I highly doubt they're even re--"

"SHH!" Mikey growled at his non-believing brother though moments before he had been ten times louder.

"I wanna see this..." Raph stated as Leo finally lifted his side. The red-clad turtle dropped his side leaving the blue masked turtle with all the weight and causing Leo to drop it yet again.

"RAPH!" Leo growled.

Don rolled his eyes as he walked over to the television screen along with Raph. Leo followed a little bit behind as he tried to rotate his arm to avoid the pain in his muscles.

"HERE HE COMES!" the reporter shouted excitedly as he looked beyond the camera's view point.

Raph smacked his brother over the head. "Hey! We can't see through yar big head, genius!" he snapped.

Backing up, Mikey was on his toes in excitement as his fists shook. "Here he comes!" he repeated loudly.

All the turtles watched the screen in anticipation when suddenly a streak ran across the television so fast there was only a blur of yellow and silver as a trail of fire followed it. In less than half a minute it had sped across the screen with wind and debris following it in an almost minor sonic boom affect. Even the reporter had to hold on to the lamp post he was next to avoid being knocked over by the wind.

"Look, Ma! I'm on TV!" an excited voice followed the blur.

"There you have it! The Road Rover dubbed only as Spee--"

"That was the lamest thing ever!" Raph growled as he rolled his eyes and walked back to the table. "C'mon, Leo! Let's move this thing!"

Leo groaned as he walked away - his shoulder was still bothering him badly and he really didn't want to lift anymore furniture. At least not with Raph! He was a little absent minded today - mostly because he was busy making fun of Mikey for following this 'Road Rover' story.

"That was so fake!" Don said as he shook his head. "Fire? What is this? A Saturday morning cartoon?" The unimpressed turtle walked away and back to the price rack which he was correcting.

Shaking with anticipation, Mikey suddenly jumped up in excitement. "WAHOO!" he yelled. "That...was... AWESOME!"

"Mikey, could you help me move this?" April called from the ally where there was still a borrowed Uha of more antiques.

"Yeah, alright!" Mikey groaned before jumping over the corner and walking towards the opened door, forgetting to turn off the television.

On the screen behind the reporter a Doberman-like creature with a man-like body stood in the distance behind the reporter. He was wearing a metal-looking suit and a red collar on. He had black fur with a mahogany colored neck and had 'devil markings' underneath his eyes as was common in Dobermans. He gave an almost girly scream as he saw the camera and reporter and began waving both of his arms.

"Look Colleen! The camera loves me!" he exclaimed in a deep German accent before flexing his muscles and chomping his powerful jaws.

Suddenly, the camera moved enough to also capture a shot of two similar creatures - one was the same as the doberman but had a slightly bigger build and more fur that was bluish colored except for the white on his neck. He seemed like a husky. Next to him was a female collie-like creature with red fur with a white streak down her neckline. The other two seemed shocked by the camera.

"Blitz, STOP IT!" the collie growled in a British accent before giving him a punch on the shoulder and causing him to stop.

"Owe! You hurt me, Colleen!" the doberman whined.

"I'll show you hurt, Weird-boy! Now get outta the camera view!" the husky threatened as he towered over the doberman.

"First a kiss for the camera, Colleen!" the doberman smirked before leaning forward to the collie.

The collie let out a growl before grabbing onto the Doberman's arm and twirling him around in the air and hurling him into the brick wall they were standing in front of. The doberman gave a girly scream on the release and cracked the brick as he landed.

"MEN!" the collie growled before stomping off past the doberman, grabbing his arm that stuck up in the air, and dragging him along.

The husky looked to the camera and smiled in embarrassment. "Excuse my friend! She was only teaching weird-boy a lesson!" he explained before quickly joining the others.

"And there you have it! From the streets of Washington D.C.! The ROAD ROVERS!" the reporter exclaimed.

Don finally looked up at the screen to see the news room yet again. He rolled his eyes and walked over to the television. "Why do they keep dragging this on?" he growled. "Everybody knows that the Road Rovers are fake!"

The turtle shook his head and turned the television off.

"I can't believe Mikey's into this lie!" the turtle growled as he returned to checking prices.

Finally placing the table in its correct spot, Leo looked over to Don and smirked. "Aw, let him dream, Don!"

"It just gets under my skin that the whole world is falling for that! It looks so fake!" Don sighed.

"Yeah, humans wouldn't be acting like it was so great if it were a bunch of turtles were traveling around savin' people and they knew about it!" Raph added.

"Well, they're dogs. And I guess people trust dogs..." Leo did his best to explain. "After all, a dog is a man's best friend!"

Raph shrugged. "Makes no sense to me. 'Sides - if they're mutants like us, why would they go public?" he questioned.

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Colleen pressed harder on Blitz's left ear. She was growling and baring her teeth at him. "Poodles, you idiot!" she growled before yanking Blitz over to one of the seats in the living room of their base. "You know the Master said not to let ourselves be known! We're trying to save humans! Not become an action figure.

"Owe! OWE! Colleen...you're really hurting me here!" Blitz groaned.

"Good! She should, weird boy!" Exile snapped at him as he brushed some of the dirt out of his long, bluish fur. "Those Cano-Mutants are really decking it out lately!" the Siberian Husky Cano-Sapien voiced. "Everyone alright?"

"Riff arr gruff brru arp!" Shag answered. The huge Old English sheepdog had only been partially transformed due to his thick fur, but as dogs they all understood him perfectly.

"Alright, how about you, Colleen?" the heavy Russian accent continued.

"I'm good for now, Chap... But where's Hunter?" Colleen asked as she looked around and realized their leader was not around. "Has anyone seen him since he ran off?" she asked in worry.

"He's fine - said he needed to visit at home for a bit," Exile explained. "I'm on shift t'night, though. Anyone else?" the husky asked.

"Yea - we're on the same shift every day!" Blitz snapped sarcastically.

The doberman let out a girly scream as the collie gasped onto his ear harder. Colleen knew she was much stronger than Blitz and more agile with her expert martial arts training, built Blitz deserved every moment of it.

"Hush you!" the collie snapped. She then looked to husky and nodded. "Yes, Exile. We're all expecting a long night ahead of us."

"Brr Rup Up!" Shag added before pulling some kitchen appliances out of his fur. and heading towards the kitchen.

"Yes, comrade!" Exile exclaimed happily. "Dinner sounds great!" He then looked back to Colleen. "Tell me, Second in command - is it alright for weird-boy to have a bite to eat?" he smirked.

"I'll think about it," Colleen smirked before letting go of Blitz's ear. "Mr. Tinkles can have my scraps if they're disgusting," she smirked before following Exile into the kitchen.

"That's alright!" Blitz said as he followed close behind Colleen. "You're scraps are nearly as beautiful and delicious as you are, Dear Colleen!" the love-sick doberman declared.

Exile paused and gave Blitz a strange look. "What, weird-boy? You bit her toosh as well?" he asked.

"I wish I could!" Blitz answered without thinking.

The two male cano-sapiens looked at each other for a moment of silence before Exile shook his head and began walking towards the kitchen again. "Please...do us a favor and get therapy!"

"Whut? I was a guard dog!" the doberman stated before following. "We don't need that wanna-be leader mongrel anyways! Colleen and I make wonderful leaders!"

Exile looked at him warningly. "Hunter is my friend and you are in no shape or fashion to be a leader, Blitzie!" he snapped as he stood over the doberman. Blitz whimpered. "What?"

"Breath mint..." the doberman stated simply.

Exile growled and walked into the kitchen finally.

"Ruff!" Shag yelled out.

"That's right you two!" Colleen snapped. "Soup's on!"

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"Good boy!" was yelled out once again as Hunter's happy-go-lucky Labrador roots once again lead him to catching his master's Frisbee toss in mid-air once again. True, in his real dog form Hunter was nothing more than a pet, but that was what he loved doing most. Maybe even more than being a Road Rover all the rest of the time.

"Come on, boy! Bring it back, Hunter!" his owner called out as he crouched down to let Hunter into his arms - something the mutt happily took in.

Happily, Hunter wagged his long tail as he felt his owner scratch between his ears for his job well done. He always made sure to get home in time fore their Frisbee catching hour. Even if his owner couldn't make it under the heavy business he was constantly given, Hunter would lay at his feet.

Hunter was the kind of dog that would settle just for his owner's company.

The hour had just started, but Hunter sensed something was going to intrude on their fun as his owner straightened up to throw the Frisbee yet again and a tall man in sunglasses and a suit came up to him. Hunter frowned - whenever these men came there was always something up.

"Mr. President," the secret service agent began.

Hunter sat at his master's feet and rolled his eyes with a sigh. He hated these guys - nothing personal, but this was his time to be with his owner! Not theirs! They had their time while he was being a Road Rover.

"Yes?" the President asked as he straightened up.

"You have...a visitor..." the agent reported.

"I'll be right there," he answered - to Hunter's dismay. "Come, Hunter - to the office. We'll finish after a meeting - alright, boy?" the President asked as he rubbed Hunter's head.

Excitedly, Hunter stood up and wagged his tail as he happily returned a bark for a response.

The agent didn't seem so happy. "Sir...he's from Area 51 - you know who..." he hinted.

Nodding, the President straightened his tie and looked at the secret service man. "I figured as much..." he sighed. "Come on, Hunter..."

"I don't think you should bring your dog, Sir..." the agent finally admitted.

Angrily, Hunter growled and gave a ferocious bark to the secret service agent. How dare he try to separate them during their time! This was his hour and the agent was ruining it!

"Aw, who's he going to tell?" the President smirked before walking towards the White House. "Come on, Hunter," he stated finally.

Happily, Hunter bolted towards his master - purposely kicking up some grass and dirt into the agent's face as he ran. Hunter looked back as the agent spat some dirt out and got dirt from his eyes. The blonde furred Labrador-mix snickered as he ran up to his owner and master.

Once in the oval office with his owner, Hunter took his place and sat straight up and alert next to the President's office chair. He glared forward at the man in front of him.

So this is the wise-guy ruining my hour! Hunter thought to himself as his mouth - unknown to him - snarled at him.

The man was tall and thin - but he had a strange strength-like look to him. He was wearing a long black coat and a suit-like attire along with glasses and there was a strange disgusting scent about him - as if he had been around something that wasn't earthly.

"I see, Agent Bishop!" the president sighed. "You're here again. May I ask what your troubles are now?" he demanded. "You know how much I despise being bothered by your...mishaps..."

Bishop? Hunter asked himself. I...I think I've heard about him before... Despite his anger at his hour's disruption and his bad feeling towards this man, Hunter shrugged it off due to his nature. He must be one of Master's friends... He thought.

"These...Road Rovers are my business today, sir," Bishop said with a devious smirk. Hunter's ears perked up. "I would like to have permission to look for them with some agents of mine."

The president's eyes narrowed. "You mean with our government's men and funding?" he corrected Bishop. The president leaned back. "What makes you so curious about them?" he pried.

"These are obviously some sort of mutated race and while they themselves are seemingly helping us, others like them are causing mass chaos to humans every where - all over the world as we speak," Bishop explained.

"I know this," Hunter's owner stated. "And the Road Rovers have been doing a good job of containing them - unlike you Bishop who has a job to stop mutant messes running around my country and our world!"

Hunter proudly smirked at his master's words - that were unknowingly to the humans complimenting him and his dear friends.

"But what if they snap?" Bishop questioned - ignoring Hunter's sudden growls. "What if they become like the others? We'll need to fight them and they've so far proven that most man-made structures are nothing to them."

"But they haven't," the president interrupted the thought. "They're helping more than you are, Bishop! So I would leave them out of your insane experimentations and be more concerned with this madman General Parvo who's creating the bad dogs!"

"Of--"

Suddenly, Hunter looked down to his red collar and saw that the gold license plate was glowing. Game time! he sighed before softly rubbing against his master's leg and then bolting through the oval office - right past Bishop - and out the doors.

Bishop cocked an eyebrow and watched as less than a minute later, Hunter was flying across the back lawn of the white house and was entering his dog house-model of the white house. Bishop waited but the dog did not come back out.

"Your dog do this often?" Bishop asked curiously.

"Leave my dog out of this as well, Bishop!" the president said defensively before standing. "I don't want anything to do with this, Bishop. Those Road Rovers saved me today - remember? Especially that blonde one," the president reminded him before beginning to leave.

Bishop smirked as he looked out the window still. "That's right... That blonde one knew exactly where to look, too..."

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"What's the rush?" Hunter asked as he emerged from the Transdogmifier that had returned him to his cano-sapien form. "You guys know how I feel about my hour!"

"Suck it up, Mutt-Boy!" Blitz spat.

"You suck it up, Mr. Fluffy!" Colleen snapped defensively for Hunter.

"Aw, he's just joking," Hunter stated naively. "So what's the rush?"

"The table I hid the plans for the Transdogmifier has been sold," the Master's voice rang out.

All of the dogs turned and looked to the man that had created them the way they were. Professor Shepherd stood on his platform above them with his glowing white eyes and white hair; he was not smiling, though.

"And I believe General Parvo has knowledge of this. If he gets his hands on these plans he'll be able to stabilize his own transforming device and thus be able to make his Cano-Mutants stay that way permanently," he explained.

"That's not good," Blitz voiced.

"Of course it's not!" Exile snapped back.

"Where is it, Master?" Hunter asked.

"It is in an antique store in New York City," the Professor explained. "It's called Second Time Around."

Hunter smirked. "Oh! It's an antique store so the stuff's been around at least once. I get it! Funny."

"Go, Road Rovers," Shepherd continued, ignoring Hunter's comment. "And be careful."

"Colleen, want to take the Speed Rover?" Hunter asked referring to the motorcycle device.

Colleen blushed. "Sure thing, Hunter," she answered before following him.

"Show off!" Blitz grumbled as he folded his arms.

"C'mon, Weird-boy!" Exile said as he rolled his eyes. "Shag, you're wit us in the Plane Rover - it's new!"

"Ruup!" Shag exclaimed before running after his friends.

"If it was so important, why did the Master sell it?" Blitz asked before stepping into the plane.

"Keep your muzzle in your own business!" Exile shushed him.

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A/N: Though I'm sticking to the fact that Hunter lives with the US President, Colleen with the British Prime Minister, Shag with the Swiss President, Exile with the Russian President, and Blitz with the German President - Hunter's owner is the President from TMNT, not RR that way they can blind better. I know this isn't fair for those who did not have the privilege of seeing RR, but I'm trying to explain it (sweat drop)

Sorry if Blitz and Exile moments aren't coming out right because it's been awhile and I forget exactly how Exilo Mikhalovic sanHusky treated everybody's favorite Arnold Schwarzenegger-wanna-be doberman.

The title is a mock of Hunter being the First Pet of the White House.

Turtlefreak121: Don't worry, I promise TMNT will be in it more next time! Cross my fingers stick a poodle in my eye!

Please comment on how I'm doing and if I messed something up.