[When he finally stirs, Hook sits up, his back to Don and stretches. He finally shifts around and his brow furrows at the turtle. But whatever he's thinking is quickly and quietly dismissed. This is, after all, a man who comes from a world full of mermaids and fairies and boys who never grow up. Giant talking turtles weren't THAT unusual.
He points to where the harness is.]
Over there, Donatello. I am Captain James Hook.
[And with a poof, a dunce cap appears on Hook's head. What the devil?]
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He points to where the harness is.]
Over there, Donatello. I am Captain James Hook.
[And with a poof, a dunce cap appears on Hook's head. What the devil?]