"Yo Mikey im open!" cried Donatello, but a shove to the chest, curtesy ofa giant red clad turtle, sent Don sailing across the floor.
Mike, seeing Raph charging st him with the ferocity of a dead set bull dozer, turned around and prepared to run in the opposite direction. Upon turning around, with the intention of running, he came face to face with yet another sibling. This one had firey, ferocious eyes.
"Boo!" Mikey screamed as Leonardo snatched the ball from his hands, flipped over his ducked figure, and rpassed the ball to raph, who then performed a beautiful swish shot; nothing but net.
"Yeah! Team mean and Green, 1 point. Team Silver Sentry, 0. Suck it Mikey." Leo and Raph exchanged high fives as Mikey pulled Don off the floor.
"Hey, that push was illegal, Raph. That's a foul," Don said, dusting the dirt off his knees as he stood.
"Hey guys, just remember, this is still a training session. Anything goes," Leo commented, stepping in between the two feuding brothers.
And so the turtles played their frightfully intense game of basketball. The team building and agility exercise did its job to bring the closer together and strengthen both their minds and bodies. The family dynamic ran perfectly: Leonardo, the pillar to bare the weight of the team; Raphael, the ammunition they needed in keeping them focused on their tasks ahead; Donatello, the brains and critical thinking behind every situation; and Michelangelo, the glue that held them all together. That family dynamic was altered, though, on one very fateful day.
Raph stood, his eyes boiling with fury. "What do you mean we can't go? I have waited 9 months for this day, and it's finally here. I even stayed away fro the hospital at your wishes, Master Splinter. You can't keep me here."
"Raphael! I understand your desire to see the children, but we cannot risk leaving right now. The foot have been swarming the city and camping out at their house. They are using this as bait to set their trap!"
"Exactly! That's why we need to be over there to protect them."
"No. my son, I forbid you to go topside. That is y final word."
Raph huffed and puffed, his shoulders arched defensively, his fists clenched, his eyes glowering the darkest of death glares. But Master Splinter held his ground and glared right back, as if daring him to say another word. The other three turtles just watched this silent battle unfold mere feet away.
"I'm not sure I've ever seen Master Splinter look at anyone like that before," hissed Mikey.
"Yeah, this is going to be one for the record books. I'm almost scared to get in between them," Don replied.
"Master Splinter is right. It's too dangerous. Going over would not only risk our lives, but April, Casey, and the babies as well." Having added his mature words of wisdom, Leo crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall.
"I suppose, but I still really want to see them. Maybe we can just video chat instead. Although that's not exactly how I wanted to meet my God son for the first time."