(Where we last left off, Raph wakes up then picks up the doll)

(He goes to scratch his wrist but stops, noticing that the rash on his wrist is gone)

Raph-What the actual heck?

LIVING ROOM

(Raph goes to the little door, still ajar. He peeks behind and finds the wall of solid bricks. Yes, it was only a dream, he then pushes the door shut)

KITCHEN

Leo-Wait. (Drinks coffee) Buttons for eyes?

Mikey-(to Raph) Hey maybe you can get Donnie some of that mud you were talking about? (points to his rash-free wrists) Because Donnie has a terrible case of writer's rash right on his-

Donnie-Don't say it! (Goes upstairs)

Mikey-(to Raph) Bro, why don't you go visit downstairs? I bet those "actresses" would love to hear your dream.

Raph-Miss Shinigami and Renet? But you guys said they're dingbats.

Mikey-(listening to music with his headphones) Uh huh. Sure.

(Raph sighs, then gets up to go)

FRONT PORCH

(It's drizzling and a white fog has lowered over the house and grounds)

(Raph, with sais in hand opens the front door. Stepping out onto the porch, she trips on a big bundle of mail. Annoyed, he picks it up, starts leafing through the envelopes)

Raph-Rockwell... Rockwell...Oh look. Rockwell.

(He goes down the front steps and finds a sign that reads "Rockwell there" with an arrow that points up long, winding outside stairs. With an "oh well" shrug, he goes up)

ROCKWELL'S PATIO

(At the top, he knocks on the door, a little anxious)

Raph-Hello?... (he knocks again) I think our mail got mixed up. Should I leave it outside or... (The door swings open. Curious, Raph peeks inside: it's dark and cramped with something boiling on the stove and a caged chicken) Huh.

(Suddenly a huge half human-rhinoceros swings down behind him)

Rockwell-SEE-KRET... (He whips around to find Mr. Rockwell- upside down, reaching right at his face! He ducks and he reaches past him to his actual target - his door knob - and pulls it shut. The Russian mutant rhino, pulls a raw beer from his pants. He's not happy) Famous Jumping Mouse Circus not ready, little boy!

Raph-L-lit- I'm fifteen! And I brought this for you. (He holds out his mail. Rockwell takes it, smelling the stinky deeply. And nods approvingly)

Rockwell-Mmmm... Noviseer.

Raph-What?

Rockwell-New "cheese" samples. (He swings down like a spider monkey and stands beside him on the balcony. Raph backs away) Very clever, using this "mix up" to sneak my home and peek at meeshkas)

Raph-Meeshkas?

Rockwell-The Mice!

Raph-Ooohh... Sorry. I'm Hamato Raphael. You can call me Raph.

Rockwell-And I am the Amazing Rockwell! But you can call me Mr. R, because amazing I already know that I am. (He smells his mail again, makes pleased sound, then seems to fall off the side of the third story porch! Raph rushes over, looks down. He cartwheels in from the porch railing behind her) Ha! You see, Ralph, the problem is my new songs go oompah oompah. But the jumping mice play only toodle toot, like that. Is nice, but not so much amazing? So now-- (indicates smelly mail) --I switch to stronger cheese, and soon ­ VATCH OUT! (He opens his door, crouches low and turns. He hands him a beet) Here, have beet. Make you stronger. (salutes him) Daas vee DAAN ya,Ralph. (He scuttles inside and slams the door shut)

Raph-... It's Raph. (tosses the beet away, then heads down the stairs)

SOUTH SIDE YARD

(When he gets to the bottom, he starts towards the back, sais out)

Rockwell-EHHH! RALPH: PA-DAZH-DI'-- WAIT!!

(Raph looks up)

Raph-OH MY GOD!!!

(Rockwell leaps all the way to the ground, landing beside him, out of breath)

Rockwell-The mice...asked me to give you message.

Raph-The...jumping mice?

Rockwell-(nods gravely) (his voice dead-serious) They are saying: do not go through leetle door. Do you know such a thing? (Raph is startled)

Raph-The one behind the wall paper? But... it's all bricked up.

(The think shrugs, straightens)

Rockwell-Bah. So sorry, is nothing. Sometimes the mice are leetle... He points to his head and rotates his finger)...mixed up, hmmm? They even get your name wrong, you know. They call you Raph instead of Ralph, not Ralph at all. (He starts back up the stairs) Maybe I work them too hard... (Raph stares after him)

(Raph approaches the Shellraizer, where one red suitcase remains tied to the roof. He slices it free with his sais, open the suitcase, and takes out a hat, a black Japanese schoolboy's cap)

STAIRWELL DOWNSTAIRS

(Raph climbs down the steps to the basement flat. At the door, he tries the comedy/tragedy door knocker and waits. Nothing. He glances down at the doormat - it reads "No whistling in the house." He peers through the door glass. A yapping dog suddenly leaps up inside, startling him, and a moment after, Miss Shinigami wearing some sort of house robe ­opens the door and three scottie dogs. They shoot out and surround Raph)

(Miss Shinigami tries to quiet them down)

Miss Shinigami-(harshly) Oh cease your infernal yapping! (to Raph, sweetly) How nice to see you, Ralph. Would you like to come in? We're playing cards.

Raph-Still Raph, Miss Shinigami.

Miss Shinigami-(over shoulder) Renet, put the kettle on!

(Miss Shinigami leads Raph into the living area, as Miss Renet, taller and sporting a platinun wig and quite an ample... Speed bump, prepares tea in the kitchen to the side. The dogs race ahead and jump onto the sofa. Raph scans the walls to see framed posters from the "Shakespeare" the ladies used to perform like King Leer and Julius Sees Her. Miss Renet peers out her, half-blind without her glasses)

Miss Renet-Shinigami, I think you're being followed.

Miss Shinigami-It's the new neighbor, Renet - Ralph? He'll be having the Oolong tea.

Ms. Renet-No, no, no, no. I'm sure he'd prefer Jasmine.

Ms. Shinigami-No, Oolong.

Ms. Renet-Ah, Jasmine it is, then.

(Renet grabs a handful of tea, puts it in the pot and pours boiling water in)

Ms. Shinigami-Come on, boys! The dogs leap off the sofa and, as Raph takes their place, he looks to the side and sees a towering bookcase filled with studded Scotty dogs in angel sweaters)

Raph-Are those dogs .... real?

Ms. Shinigami-(sighs) Our sweet, departed angels. Couldn't bear to part with them ... so we had them stuffed. Now, there's Hamish the third, the fourth, the eighth, the ninth. Angus the second, the fifth, the... (Ms. Renet arrives with a tea tray and urges Raph to take a candy as Shinigami goes on and on)

Ms. Renet-Oh go on, have one ­it's hand-pulled taffy from Brighton best in the world. (Raph reaches for a pink and green one. But the taffy is so old and sticky, his fingers get stuck. Then his other hand gets stuck, trying to get the first hand out)

Ms. Shinigami-...seventh, the third, the ninth, yes, the fourthI'm right; and Jock Junior, Jock senior, Jock the third, the fourth...

(Raph, using his feet, finally un-sticks the candy bowl which flies up and sticks to the ceiling)

Ms. Shinigami-...oh, and that's Jock's 2nd cousin, twice removed. (She turns to Raph, about to sip his tea. (She indicates his cup) I'll read them, if you like.

Raph-Read what?

Ms. Shinigami-Oh, your tea leaves, dear. They'll tell me your future. Drink up then, go on.

(Raph gulps down the tea)

Ms. Shinigami- No; not all of it, not all of it. That's right, now hand it over. (Raph passes her the cup. Spink puts a saucer on top and swirls it three times, removes the saucer and peers in at the abstract leaf pattern. She purses her lips) Oh...Ralph, Ralph, Ralph; you are in terrible danger.

Ms. Renet-Oh, give me that cup, Shinigami, your eyes are going.

Ms. Shinigami-My eyes! You're blind as a bat! (passes the cup to Renet, who adjusts thick glasses and peers closely into it)

Ms. Renet-Oh, now, ummm... not to worry, child, it's good news: there's a lovely lady in your future)

Raph-A what?!

Ms. Shinigami-Renet, oh really, you're holding it wrong. (forcibly rotates the cup) See? Danger!

Raph-What do you see?

(We see a spiky three-fingered formed from the leaves)

Ms. Shinigami-I see a very peculiar hand... (Renet rotates the cup back again. Upside down, the claw hand looks like a giraffe)

Ms. Renet-I see a giraffe.

Ms. Shinigami-Giraffes don't just fall from the sky, Renet. (The stuck candy dish suddenly crashes to the floor.

Ms. Shinigami-Oh!

Ms. Renet-Oh, lord!

(Raph asks in a practical voice)

Raph-Well, what should I do?

Ms. Shinigami-Never wear green in your dressing room.

Ms. Renet-Acquire a very tall step ladder.

Ms. Shinigami-And be very, very careful. Now, was there something you came to tell us?

(Raph thinks it over, then shakes his head)

Raph-No, I guess not. Thanks for the tea, though. (He gets up and leaves, the dogs immediately return to their sofa)

(The ladies resume their card game with Ms. Shinigami turning to the dogs)

Ms. Shinigami-Do you have any nice Queens for mummy?

TOP OF BASEMENT FLAT STAIRS

(Raph climbs the stairs up to ground level, intrigued by his fortune)

Raph-(to himself) Danger? Behind him, a periscope rides from the waist-deep fog. Raph just catches it in his peripheral view. He frowns but doesn't let on he's aware of it. He walks ahead nonchalantly, the periscope following her, then suddenly turns and grabs it, pulling up Angel, then punches her in the arm)

Angel-Ooowwwwww! Dude!

Raph-Great, the village stalker!