It was a crispy fall day in the city, early evening. Michelangelo peeked out from a sewer cover and then climbed out. He had recently said goodbye to his brothers Leo and Donnie and headed out to the upper city. He was meeting up with his other brother, Raphael, and their friend Casey. He leapt onto a dumpster, and clambered up a maintenance ladder to the rooftops. There was a business park not too far that was pretty empty after 5 o clock. He swung, hopped, and climbed, ninja style across the roofs until he reached it.

He hummed and whistled as he made his way over. He flipped and twisted for the fun of it. It was going to be a awesome evening, he knew. A few buildings away he spotted his deep green brother, the tails of his red eye mask fluttering in the wind. Next to him was a taller, more slender figure, clad in black and grey. He grinned and waved, they waved back. "Cowabunga!" he said to himself and swiftly hopped to their rooftop.

"About time you showed up," said Raph, smiling cockily. Mikey chuckled and gave him a shove.

Raph shoved him back and said, "glad you decided to come though, man."

Casey spoke up. "Alright, my green friends, are you ready to break out our other green friend?" he said slyly, reaching into his jacket pocket.

Michelangelo excitedly replied, "Totally!" Raph stood silently, smirking knowingly. The three of them found seats on some plumbing fixture cages, forming a triangle. From his pocket, Casey pulled out a large, perfectly conical marijuana joint. It had a little twisted strand of paper at the wide end and a reinforced cardboard crutch on the skinny end. Casey had a triumphant expression as he displayed the joint to the turtles. "Rolled it myself."

Michelangelo's face was full of glee. "Dude!"

"Got some good stuff in there, Case?" Raphael inquired.

"Yeah, it's Blue Dream, only the best."

"Fantastic." Raphael looked pleased.

"Light it up bro, let's get this party started!" chimed Mikey excitedly, his face shining with a grin.

Without anymore words, Casey flicked a bic lighter and held the flame against the little twisted paper-tail. It began to smolder and flake away into ash as the glowing orange part burned down closer to the main event. When it finally reached the fat tip of the joint, he brought it up to his lips and inhaled, causing it to glow even brighter. He held his breath for a few seconds and then exhaled, pungent smoke swirling around his face. Smoke snorted out of his nose as he went into a minor coughing fit. After recovering, he took another hit before passing it to Raphael.

Raph pinched it between his large finger and thumb and did the same thing Casey did, minus the coughing. "Such a wimp, Case, always coughing." Raph smirked.

"Smoking cigs too makes you cough more," Casey pointed out. He was, in fact, a cigarette smoker whereas the turtle boys were not.

Raphael's attention turned now to Michelangelo, who was waiting patiently for his turn to smoke. That time had arrived. Raph extended his arm to offer the joint to Mikey, who took it happily. "Careful now, little brother, this is some good shit. It's gonna knock you on your ass if you overdo it, ain't that right Casey?" Mikey looked at it, glowing orange tip with a thick coil of smoke rising from it. Then, he brought it up to his mouth and inhaled slowly. The smoke was warm and tickled his throat. He immediately had the urge to cough but resisted. Tastes like herbal tea mixed with campfire, he thought. He held in the smoke for a few seconds and then exhaled. He repeated the motion before handing it over to Casey.

Michelangelo exhaled his second hit very slowly and watched the smoke rise from his mouth into the air. He found himself wondering if it would float all the way into space. What would happen then? Before he knew it, Raphael was handing him the joint again.

After a while, the joint was burning low and Mikey was so lost in his abstract musings, he was not participating in the mundane conversation being held by the other two. He sat in his usual slouch, staring a hundred feet away, a goofy grin across his face. What is life? he thought. I'm just a little dot on a marble in a sparkly sea of nothing! He took note of the cloud of smoke surrounding his head, swirling and changing direction. He felt light as a feather, he wanted to ride on the currents of the smoke.

"I think it's time to cut you off, bro," said Raph, smirking amusedly. Casey chuckled as he received the joint back from Raph.

"Duuuudes, this stuff is amazing!" Mikey's eyes glowed with awe. He stood up and gestured around them. "I can hear colors! I can taste feelings! I can see...time. Whoaaaa..." He wandered nearer to the edge of the building to see better. He noticed a dumpster in the alley below, inside of which was a banana peel. "That banana peel, was a banana in the past."

Casey muffled his laughter. Raphael, grinning, got up and walked to where his brother stood. He looked down at the banana peel. He said to Michelangelo, "That banana was once on a tree. It started out as a much smaller banana, just like we do. And it grew up and had a life, just like us."

"Whoaa, we were once tiny bananas too, man. The tree was like, it's dad. And it had siblings that went with it everywhere. And then it went off on its own. To have it's own adventure. Life is so mysterious. Who knew one dead banana could tell us so much?"

Casey was not hiding his laughter at the turtles. They turned to look at him, finding his laughter too contagious to find it rude. "I'm gonna go sit back down," said Raph, smiling, and they both walked back over.

They sat for a while having varying levels of conversation. Suddenly Mikey had an irresistible urge. "Dude we gotta go get some pizza! And some spicy gummy worms! And maybe an extra large sparkleberry freezie!" Magical stars danced in his eyes.

"I actually better head out, I got a few things to take care of before I head home for the night. Catch you green beans later." Casey pulled down his mask.

"Thanks for the sweet ganja, bro!" said Mikey happily as Casey jumped down a fire escape. "Now, Raph, how about we go get that pizza! I'm thinking either Senor Pepperoni's or Super Slice Deluxe!" Just before Raph could answer, his shell-phone began chiming.

"Hello?"

(Other end of the phone)

"Hey there Raph, it's Donnie. We got some news on the whole Foot situation. Where are you?"

"Hey Don. I'm with Mikey around 9th street. We're about to go grab some pizza."

"Oooh are you guys going to Super Slice Deluxe? I haven't been there in ages!"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Well how about Leo and I just meet you guys there? We can discuss this in person better."

"Uhh, sure dude, sounds good." Raphael hit the end call button with a beep.

"What did Donnie want?"

"They got some news on the Foot so theyre gonna meet us at Super Slice to tell us about it."

Mikey's expression turned to one of horror. "No way man! I can't let them see me like this! I'm way too high to talk to Leo and Donnie!"

"It's okay dude, it's not like they care that much. Besides, if you stay cool they probably won't notice. They've never noticed when I've been high around them before."

"I hope so, man," he responded nervously.