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Raphael had finally found a new muffler to boost his red motorbike. In fact, he was gone at the dump, without be notice by nobody. And he had had luck.
Under the dust, the muffler revealed be much brilliant and maybe new.
"Well!" Raph smiled: "Now, I going to back home with my trophy!".
He jumped down from small bump of iron materials, being careful at the big protrusions of old rusty materials.
"AHHHH!" he screamed, gripping the golden eyes and the teeth.
Without leave fall his precious muffler from under the right arm, he saw the provenance of his pain.
From a deep cut, he noticed a wake of blood on his left shinbone.
Raphael panted at the shooting pain and he reached the soil immediately. Under a street lamp, the damage was evident... and was a problem.
The good thing, maybe, was the lack of fracture and, of consequence, Raph could manage the situation 'cause Donnie had teached his how make.
A kind hand leaned on his shoulder, causing Raph a bit of fear. With a tug, the red turned growling but then he softened.
The Professor.
An intelligent tramp and friend of Donnie.
"Professor!" Raph murmured surprised.
"Have you found something of interesting, Raphael?" he smiled, with the hands behind the back.
"Oh, you can swear!" Raph underlined radiant: "I found an almost new muffler!".
"There is a theory that confirm that who search find!" the Professor explained.
Raph nodded but when he done a step, he yelped at the pain that his leg shot. His body stiffened and the Professor noticed immediately the red wake was dripping from that wound.
"Is better if you clean that cut, my young green friend".
The turtle nodded and greeted him; he picked up all his energies and jumped as an Olympic athlete the iron enclosure. His red motorbike was parked under another street lamp.
Raphael laced his helmet and roared away, happy to have found a "beautiful muffler".
At the lair, Mikey was reading a comic and Leonardo watched the TV with Donnie. Were almost the 12:40 am and neither Splinter succeded to close the eyes. All the Hamatos had the growing worry about Raphael's delay.
He was gone at the 10:10 am...
Why this delay? What was the matter?
"You Believe that Master Splinter will punish him?" Donnie asked tiredly.
Leonardo didn't remove the eyes from the TV: "Maybe".
Michelangelo sighed bitterly: he hated when Raphie was reproached. He closed his comic and straightened himself, sitting at the crossed legs on the floor.
Mikey searched in the envelope of the chips and he scared when something moved inside. Klunk's little head came out, mewing and licking his muzzle dirty of chips.
"Do you like chips, really?" Mikey whispered it, kissing the forehead.
The little ball of orange fur meowed in positive and it gone in his basket to sleep.
"This kitty knows how to conquer, eh?" Donnie smiled.
"Yeah!" Mikey giggled, yawning.
Leonardo softened himself: "Go to sleep, little brother. You're tired".
Mikey denied, also if he would wanted sleep. He wanted to see the angry expression of the hot head and for this, Mikey still waited.
Luckly, in that moment, Raphael was back, greeting all hastily to run in the bathroom.
The three brothers exchanged a perplexed look 'cause they didn't know to say.
"Beh... when escapes, escapes! No?" Mikey giggled.
He stood up to go in his room and to sleep...
I hope you like it... and please, you review my work... and tell about the mistakes... I'm still inexpert... :(
But... I wanna learn!
Thank you!