As "Donatello" straigtened his tie, he began to sing...
"This day is going to perfect... the kind of day of which I've dreamed since I was small." He walked voer the the turtle-manican by his bed "My fake brux will look way up, see I look handsome in my tux, what they don't know is I have folled them all." His eyes glowed, turnign a ghostly green.

Donnie began to sing as he ran through the deep, forgotten part of the sewers, "This day was goign to perfect... the kind of day of which I've dreamed since I was small. But instead of a pizza break, with all my bros to celebrate, my wedding bells, they may not ring for me at all." he sighed.

The other Don sang more loudly with evil seeping into his voice, "I could care less 'bout how I dress I won't partake in any cake! Vows? I'll be liying wen I say..." he rubbed the turtle-manican's face, "That through any kind of weather I want us to be together, for the truth is that I don't car for her at all! No, I do not pride the bride for inside I'm the only tide! ...But still, April O'neil will be MINE!" he looked into his mirror.

Donnie's face twisted, he ws clearly desperate as he sang, "We must get out before it's too late find a way to get April! Hope? I'll be liying if I say... I don't fear that I will lose her to someone who wants to use her, who won't care for her and sherish her each day!"
Casey stared at the mutant with sympathy in his eyes.
"Oh, I do so pride the bride in my thought she dies reside! Oh, April O'neil, I'll be there very sooon!"

Donatello walked into the large spare room in the sewers where they where having the wedding, "Finally the moment has arrived! For me, to have one 'lucky' bride!"

"Oh my god, we'll be too late, she'll end up marrying a fake! My dear April, will be..!"

April's eyes were dazed and green, a side-efect of Don's spell, "Mine, all mine. Heh heh heh ha ha!"