I do not own TMNT.
"MIKEY!" Raph yelled from his room. Mikey giggled and quickly ran and hid behind the couch. He couldn't wait to see how Raph looked like after Mikey had pulled his prank.
Raph came into the living room, dripping with hot pink paint and sprinkles of silver glitter. "MIKEY! I KNOW YOU'RE HERE! YOU AREN'T GONNA GET AWAY WITH THIS!"
Mikey couldn't stand it any longer and came out of his hiding spot. "Dude, you look, like, so much better now," he said between laughs.
Raph growled. "I'm gonna crush you," he said, chasing Mikey.
"AHHH!" Mikey screamed, running away. "LEO, HELP!"
Leo came just then. He tackled Raph. "What's this? Pink paint and glitter?" he asked, trying to stifle his laughter, but he failed.
Raph stood up, not looking for very happy. "Mikey decided to play ANOTHER prank on me. I opened the door, and a bucket of paint and glitter sloshed all over me! That bonehead is not getting away with this," he grumbled.
"Come on, Raph, aren't you going a little hard on him? Anyway, it isn't your first time being covered with paint," Leo said, remembering the time Mikey had painted Raph red in his sleep.
"So what? I still hate him!" Raph said.
Leo and Raph continued to argue as Mikey slipped out of the room. Was it true? Did Raph, his hero, really hate him?
Mikey went to his room, thinking about all the pranks he had played on Raph. Of course, anyone would get angry when they woke up and opened the door only to find themselves covered with paint and glitter. But did Raph really hate him?
What about the others? Did everyone else hate him for playing pranks on them, too?
Mikey could feel the tears on his cheeks. They hated him. They all did.
And that's when Mikey made his final decision: he was going to run away.