Oh no, Michelangelo has been KIDNAPPED *dun dun DUUUUN!* (sorry, that had to be said). I don't own TMNT or any of the characters.
Michelangelo sighed as he and Raphael had their third argument of the day, "Raphael, don't call me a dummy! I'm smarter than you could ever hope to be!"
"Think what you like, Mikey, but you know the brains of the family is Donatello." Raphael smirked, his eyes gleaming beneath his red mask. Mikey knew Raphael would never admit it, but he knew that Raphael loved to argue (or as Master Splinter would say to spend quality time together).
"Raph, you know that's not what I meant! I meant that-"
"I know what you meant, genius! Now shut up, we need to patrol this half of the city, every inch of it! Pronto!" He snapped and leapt to the next rooftop. Mikey groaned as he dived after him.
"Bro, slow it down a bit, would ya? Honestly, you'd think at this speed the who world was after us!" Mikey panted after an hour of hard running.
"Mikey, with the Foot on the loose, I would say the whole world could be after us right now," he grumbled an answer.
Mikey chuckled from behind him, "I don't know, Raph, I think you need to-" , he began before being smacked in the back of the head and tumbling forwards, barely conscious.
"I need to what, Mikey? See a psychiatrist? Talk to my brothers about it and everything will be fine? Well, finish your sentence or so help me I'll get Sensei to train you non stop for a week!" Raphael snarled , when there was no humorous reply he frowned, "Mikey?".
SMACK!
Raphael hit the floor with a thud, his vision growing dark. The last thing he saw was Mikey trying to keep his eyes open as he lost consciousness.
Yeah, sorry this chapter is so short, but will make another one longer, I hope...