Once upon a time, in the shape-shifting state of Maryland, a group of high-spirited kids, known as the "Terrapin Tornadoes", had a knack for kickboxing. Maryland, a magical place where you can experience all four seasons in a week, was their playground. Sandwiched between the rolling hills and the blue waters of the Chesapeake Bay, their dojo was a sight to behold. The Terrapin Tornadoes were all shapes and sizes, like a bag of mismatched socks. But when they kickboxed, they moved with the fierceness of a hurricane and the elegance of a ballet dancer. Leading the squad was their coach, a grumpy but lovable old turtle named Master Terrance. Despite his grumbling and constant need for naps, Master Terrance was the best kickboxing coach in all of Maryland. He could kick higher than the top branches of the tallest oak tree and punch harder than a charging bull. Master Terrance's training was anything but ordinary. He’d make the kids jump over crab cakes, dodge flying oysters or balance on a boat in the middle of the Chesapeake Bay. But the most challenging task was cracking a smile on his grumpy face. The kids often thought it was harder than learning a roundhouse kick! But they loved every bit of it, knowing that every laugh, every tumble, every crab cake jumped was making them stronger and better kickboxers. And even if the grumbling old turtle didn’t show it, he thought they were the best kickboxing kids in the whole world.