Mikey heaved a small, inward sigh as he peeked from his hiding place so he could watch his brothers and their human friends running around looking for him. Really, whoever had the idea that they should play hide and seek should sit in the corner of shame, or something like that. More to the point, they should have made better rules to compensate for the game being played by five ninja and a Casey.
Then again, Mikey thought "stay inside the lair" was a good rule, but it was rather subjective. And he was technically still inside the lair. Well, okay, he was more under it than in it, but he still wasn't breaking the rules.
Well, okay, someone who was completely sober might claim that he was bending the rules. As it was, he was on his third beer, and was certain that this counted more towards "genius thinking," than it did "dumb cheating."
It really wasn't his fault that he knew about the basement and his brothers didn't, they should have listened to him when he found it seven years ago and told them there was a ghost in the basement. Okay, so he'd lied about the ghost, but he was serious about the basement!
Above him, Mikey heard Raph say "Hold my beer, I got this." (Probably directed at Casey, who had brought eighteen whole bottles of bad idea potion in the first place.) Mikey jumped a bit at the crashing sounds of his brother "searching" the lab and Donnie's ensuing screams of anger.
Mikey just sighed, sat back, and resigned himself to the fact that he'd either be found, or he'd spend the rest of the night in the basement with the remaining beer. Either way worked for him.
