Out on the ships deck, Donnie, April, Rarity, and Bebop were kicking back on lounge chairs while soaking up some sun and enjoying that fresh breeze.
April reached for her drink on the table next to her, and spoke up, “I tell ya guys you don't get this kind of relaxation in the city.”
“Oh, I know,” Rarity agreed, “This is a much more relaxing environment.”
“Yeah. Especially when you have to live in a warehouse.” Bebop put in.
“Are you and Rocksteady still residing in Rocksteady's old warehouse?” Donnie asked.
“Well, it's not like we got a lot of options. I mean who wants to rent to a mutant warthog and rhino? But at least Rock's learning to pick up after himself. And Karai pays us when she ever needs us on missions that requires our talents, so our money situation is no longer a problem.”
“And it's better than robbing banks and working for supervillains.” April noted.
“Definitely,” Bebop confirmed, “So I shouldn't have much to complain about since it's better than my last life. But coming out here is good to get away from the big city. I'm just kicking back and soaking up some rays, ha-ha!”
“Well, careful you don't burn your bacon.” Donnie joked.
Bebop glanced over at Donnie, “Oh very funny with the pig jokes.” The group laughed, as they decided to just relax and enjoy themselves.
As Donnie rested, he suddenly felt his chair rise up, “Hey, what's going on?” he saw it was Snips and Snails carrying him across the deck before dumping him on the stage. As Snails ran off, Donnie got up and spoke to them, “Snips! Snails! What is the meaning of this?”
“Your doing the Ukulele karaoke, right?” Snips asked.
“No. I was relaxing until you two dropped me here!” Donnie voiced his aggravation, “Besides, I don't even have a-” Snips suddenly handed him a piece of paper and a microphone.
“Here are your lyrics! Snails, bring in the props!”
Snails pushed out a cardboard palm tree, a tiki lamp, and a fake volcano, “Waikiki!” he announced before dropping a fan near the turtle, “Your island breeze, Donnie!”
“Hold on! I'm completely unprepared to do a solo!” Donnie protested, but the two ignored him.
“Your backup singers!” Snips introduced him to Derpy, Desert Sage, and Lyra.
“Hey, Donnie.” Derpy greeted.
“Sorry about this.” Lyra said.
“Look, this is more Mikey's thing.” Donnie tried to tell them.
“You know what they say: The Show Must Go On!” Snails announced before speaking to the girls, “That's your cue!”
Derpy started beating a bongo, while Desert Sage and Lyra play ukuleles. Desert Sage tapped her foot to the rhythm.
“But-” Donnie tried to protest more, but Snips spoke to him.
“Just go follow along, you'll be fine.” he and Snails walked off, as the three girls began singing.
Donnie seeing no other way out of this decided to follow along and read from the lyrics page. As the girls performed, Mikey danced in doing a hula dance while wearing a grass skirt. Snails turned on the fan to give Donnie a breeze as the tied part of his mask blew in the fan's wind.
Donnie started speaking normally from what the lyrics were explaining, “Oh, I get it! Turtles are perceived as slow, so it took him a long time. That's pretty good!"
While Donnie danced, his lyrics were accidentally shredded through the fan, which got him nervous, “Uh...” he tried reading the pieces of lyrics, “Syrup with his feta cheese? I-I'm sorry, I-” Snips and Snails taped up the lyrics and gave them to Donnie, “Lance's purple turtle shell has ketchup if you please. Pineapples are shiny! Spotted tiki bumblebees?! Oh, man!” he began cracking under nervousness.
“Wait a minute, guys. I don't think this is right. It doesn't make any sense!” Donnie protesting to the two boys.
“It works for us! Ha-ha!” Snails laughed.
“But-”
“The song! The song!” Snips reminded him to stick to it.
Donnie tried to continue, “Uh... There are luscious chocolate fingers, spinning slowly in the school. Mele Kalikimaka. Fluffy bunnies driving in the pool! Uh, Mikey?! A thousand igloos wax the beach, spray luggage in the tree! Raining puppies, flying clowns. Flossing punahele-” suddenly it dawned on Donnie who shouted at his younger brother, “Wait? Mikey, is this another one of your pranks?!”
As Mikey continued to hula dance, he answered, “All I can say to that is... Dr Prankenstein for the win!” he ran off laughing.
“MIKEY!” Donnie shouted, as he ran after him.
Seeing Donnie go AWOL from the show, Snails and Snips decided to carry on in his place.
As Snips and Snails dropped the mics, it let off cringing feedback, “Don't drop the mics!” one of the passengers called.
Donnie continued to chase Mikey while shouting at him, “Mikey, when I get a hold of you, your face will be poi!”
Mikey answered while running, “C'mon, dude! Show some aloha!” he pleaded.
“That word also means GOODBYE, you know!” Donnie noted, as he jumped at Mikey.
“AAAHHHH!!!” Mikey screamed, as Donnie pinned him to the floor.
“Guys?” came April's voice, as the two saw April, Bebop, and Rarity.
The two got up, “Hey, so uh, did you happen to see...” Donnie asked nervously.
“Oh we saw it alright.” Bebop confirmed.
“Quite an amusing performance.” Rarity giggled.
“Despite how awkward it got around the end, I enjoyed it, D.” April admitted.
“Really?” Donnie asked excitedly before playing it cool, “I mean, thanks.”
“And it's got me in a hula mood.” April put in.
“Me too.” Rarity agreed.
“So what's say we shake it up?” Bebop suggested.
“I got spare grass skirts.” Mikey held some up.
As they put them on they joined in the hula dancing, until Mikey held a grass skirt for Donnie, “Huh? Come on, you know you wanna.” Mikey tempted his brother.
Donnie rolled his eyes and smiled, “Oh, alright.” he dawned it and the two joined their friends in hula.