Donatello held the pizza in hand, Wondering for a moment or two, Then he turned to April and said in disgust, This is pepperoni boo-hoo. April was hunched away from him, And responded in very low tone, It is marshmallow as you asked for, It is what I ordered over the phone. Donatello grimmaced and cursed, Cant you see this aint it? He approached her and said with force, You’re a fool without remit. Suddenly April turned on him, Baring real eyes like a ghoul, Maybe I am what you say Donatello, Maybe Im April the fool!