"Come on, Mikey. Stop messing around with my stuff" Donatello groaned as Mikey played around with the intricate machinery in Donnie's workshop.

"But you said I could help you with your project," Mikey replied, putting on a pair of puppy eyes. Donnie sighed.

"That is true, I did say you could help, besides, Leo and Raph are on patrol and you're the only one that can help me."

"Does that mean I can help?" Mikey asked excitedly.

"Yes, but don't mess with my stuff. Just sit down and I'll tell you if I need anything." Donnie replied.

"Sure thing dude!"

Meanwhile, Leo and Raph were on a rooftop, keeping an eye out for the foot clan. Leo stood on the edge, watching the streets of New York closely. "We should just go and find the foot clan, and end this thing" Raph complained.

"No Raph, we can't, it'd be too risky, and we need to observe them to see what they're next move is," Leo replied. Just then, the two turned, hearing a noise come from a distant alleyway. "Come on, let's check it out."