I just crashed a wedding. I don't even know how I am able to write this diary entry right now, but I'm making it real quick. I have returned to my original body and come back to Earth just in time to reunite with my love, Michelangelo. Only he is getting ready to marry Mona Lisa, who should actually be with Raphael, but this is like one of those alternate toy universes that has nothing to do with the original source material, it's just a lovingly fun lil tribute for all that is great and dorky. I should get going though, everyone is staring at me right now...
Miss M: Look, I don't know what I'm doing. I just really need to speak to you Michelangelo.
Michelangelo: What are you doing here?
Michelangelo: Look, I know this is not how you wanted the wedding to go down, but I need to talk to her.
Michelangelo: I'll be right back.
Miss M: Ok.
Casey: Yeah, and this wedding looks like it might not happen.
April: I don't know who to feel sorry for.
Mona Lisa: Oh my. Oh my. Don't panic. I can't breathe. I feel dizzy. Where are the Care Bears?
Sydney: It's gonna be ok.
In a secluded spot...
Michelangelo: How dorkette? How are you here? You died in an explosion. You died! We had a funeral.
Michelangelo: I've totally missed you too, more than you could know.
Michelangelo: (the hug) Wow, you feel so real, it's really you.
Miss M: Of course.
Michelangelo: Don't feel awful.
Miss M: What do we do?
Michelangelo: I don't know dudette. This was not supposed to happen. I feel like I'm in some gnarly soap opera right now.
Michelangelo: As nice as that sounds, I can't dorkette. Come on M, you know I can't do that.
Miss M: I know. So what do we do?
Michelangelo: Ahh! I don't know! This totally blows! You're right here in front of me! I love you so much.
Miss M: I love you too.
Miss M: I don't know, I guess it was just too much to believe.
Michelangelo: I'm a talking turtle M. It would not have been that far off to believe you.
Miss M: What are you saying? I don't understand.
Michelangelo: But M, I should not have been the reason you came back to Earth. You have family and a slew of friends. Coming back for me, I mean, I'm just a talking turtle in a plastic half shell.
Michelangelo: No, that's not it...
Miss M: Save it! I don't want to be with you anyway. My goodness, I haven't even been dead a year and you were going to marry someone else!
Miss M: Leave me alone. This was such a mistake. I have to go.
Michelangelo: Wait, don't leave like this.
Miss M: I don't care!
Miss M: (fights back tears) Stop. Don't say it. Deep down I wouldn't want you to choose me anyway. Not like this. Goodness I'm such a pushover. Always doing the right thing.
Michelangelo: That's what makes you so great.
Miss M: Go to your bride.
April: You're actually back.
April: Oh shit. It was you this whole time.
April: M, we had no idea.
April: I don't know.
Miss M: Don't tell me anything. I know what I just lost. I've lost everything.
April: Well come on now silly, you still have me. I'm your best friend.
April: I'm sure there's an explanation.
Miss M: I don't care. I'm out of here.
Miss M: I'll figure it out. I always do.
Inside the Precious Moments chapel...
Later on at the wedding reception...
Jessica: This is Jessica Wray for Z! News and we are here live at Bow's Place for the Wedding Reception of Michelangelo and Mona Lisa. The wedding was a sparkly affair that nearly didn't happen. Fellow wedding crasher Miss M burst into the church fighting for her man, though there was no man to be found for her as love truly prevailed today.
Jessica: Joining me is Reverend Lovejoy, Reverend, it's another wedding under your belt. Do you enjoy awards season, I mean, wedding season?
Donatello: I don't know, clearly he was torn.
She-Ra: Partly. I won't lie. What you said was true, there does need to be more diversity and I think your ideas will help usher in a new era of female super heroes. Plus, you're just a great leader. My goodness Storm, you have always been the face of the X-Men.
Storm: I don't know about that. There was a whole other class before me.
Storm: I'll think about it. Let me have some time.
Storm: Oh of course. But let me just keep you guessing.
She-Ra: Ha. You are such a dear friend.
Michelangelo: No way dudette. These are just allergies.
Michelangelo: No, it wasn't. I just want her to be ok. Hey.
Mona Lisa: Yes?
Across town at the jailhouse...
Blue-Haired Lawyer: Your trial is coming up soon. We need to go over a few things.
November 2014 Woman of Wonderosity!