It had been at least ten minutes and there was still no sign of Donatello.
"Donnie! Come out; come out, wherever you are!" Mikey shouted growing annoyed as he searched for the only sibling who could fix the Wii dance mat.
Michelangelo had already looked in the regular places Donnie would have been in, the Lab, bedroom, dojo, bathroom, and even Donnie's somewhat secret hiding places where he would go to get some peace and quiet but all he found was empty rooms and no brilliant turtle.
It seemed no one knew where Donnie was. I'll check the garage before I call April. Mikey thought to himself with a sigh and made his way up to the garage. Once he had entered the garage he instantly shouted for his brother and was replied instantly.
"Oh thank goodness, Mikey I need your help." Donnie said with a strained voice.
Mikey started to move toward his brother's voice. "No prob bro, but I need you to fix the Wii dance mat, I think Raph's fat shell broke…. It…" Mikey's mouth dropped in awe as he saw exactly why Donatello needed his help.
His shell was caught between two closely parked vehicles, his limbs dangling and his rear end sticking out. Laughter busted out of Mikey like a tornado.
"HAHAHAHA… I can't believe it, the smart one, stuck!" the orange masked turtle's cackling continued.
Donatello sighed in embarrassment, he wasn't even sure how it all happened but once it did he knew shame would be something he was going to face.
"Would you shut up and help me!" Don growled
"Hahahahaha… How the shell did you get stuck dude?!"
"I dropped my screwdriver and accidently kicked it between the cars. I was trying to get when I regrettably found myself in a position which I could not find a way out of."
"Dude this is so sad… you bring great shame to the turtle name."
"Could you please just pull me out?"
"Of course bro, but first there is something I must do, stay right there." The tone in Mikey's voice didn't bring any reassurance to Donatello's mind.
"That is not even remarkably close to being funny." Panic began to set in when he heard Mikey walking away. "Um, where are you going?"
"I just have to get something."
"Which would be?" Don asked growing more agitated by the second.
"Nothing special." Mikey tried to hold back his devious giggling. Mikey trotted right back and held up Don's cell, taking picture after picture.
"Why do I hear a clicking noise, what are you doing back there you goob!"
"I wouldn't start calling me names Don, not since I now have some deliciously embarrassing photos of you."
"You took pictures! What kind of brother are you?" Don shouted in both annoyance and disbelief.
"One who knows to take advantage of every glorious moment that gives me an edge in the possible future."
"You are one sick turtle Mikey."
"I was thinking more like handsomely devious and crafty, but sick works too. Now if you excuse me I have some photos to print and copy." Mikey stated as he happily made his way to the door.
Donnie couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You're just going to leave me here!"
"I'll come back bro, I'm not that evil. I just need some time to hide the photos in my secret hiding spot so you won't ever find them."
"You mean under the dojo mat."
Mikey stopped in shock for a moment. "No, um someplace even more well hiden and secret."
"I'm already aware you hide stuff in Leo's room as well."
"Man you are smart, too bad you're not smart enough to get yourself unstuck." Mikey snickered as he let the garage with devious thoughts passing through his mind.
When the door shut, frustration coursed through Donnie's veins. Just wait Mikey; I have all the time in the world to plot some revenge. Too bad I also know where you hide most of your limited edition comics.
END