Starting in TMNT episode 7, season 1 (2012):
"Ok, we need to track him down before he attacks someone else. Let's go up to the surface, spread out, and search." "How are we gonna stay in contact?" "I have a little something that might help," Donatello leapt to his feet. "Gentlemen, and lady, I give you the T-phone!" He pulled out his new invention- a little phone in the shape of a shell.
Michelangelo didn't look so impressed. "Dude, I'm in charge of naming stuff," the youngest's green thumb stuck at his chest. "I woulda called it "the T-phone"." "I did call it the T-phone," Donatello frowned. "Yeah but I woulda called it the T-phone," Michelangelo bemoaned before receiving a whack to the back of the head from Raphael's comic book. "And April," the shy purple-masked turtle took his shot as he approached the red-head. "If you give me your cell number, I can patch it into our network." "Sweet!" April didn't hesitate. A happy Donatello gave a little air pump. "Ha! See that? I got her number!" He whispered over to Raphael not so discreetly. "Her number's on the fridge, you dork," Raphael countered. But Donatello didn't care; he was ecstatic to have direct access to April. So happy in fact that he failed to double-check the numbers- one number in particular.
She Makes Me Softer
Raphael couldn't understand why Michelangelo wasn't answering his calls and texts. He was able to get ahold of everyone else; why was Michelangelo ignoring him? It was royally starting to tick him off. He had to rely on Leonardo to give him direction and keep him in the loop, since he wasn't completely. By the end of two hours or so, the red-masked turtle had had enough. He was going to get through to his youngest brother and give him a piece of his mind. Angrily, the red-masked turtle pressed the call button for what felt like the millionth time.
Charlie's P.O.V.-
I was in Lush trying to buy some more Fairy Dust body powder when my phone went off, again. I felt like chucking it at the wall, I was so annoyed with the random caller. Whoever this person was, they would not leave me alone; they just kept calling and texting. I didn't open any of the texts yet for I was too busy trying to get my shopping done. When I finally finished paying and hand my pink bag in hand, I promptly exited the store and yanked out my phone. I'd had enough of this jerk; this was bordering on harassment. My thumb didn't hesitate to press the answer button. What happened next however, was not what I was expecting at all.
"It's about time, Mikey! Why have you been ignoring my calls?! Do you have any idea how many times I've….!" "Uh, hi? You have the wrong number, sir," I interrupted his screaming rant. There was the briefest of pauses. "Mikey?" "No, Charlie." Another pause. "Oooooh," and then he hung up, just like that. What?! My phone pulled away so I could look at it in bewilderment. After all that, he's just gonna hang up on me? What a creep! I hope I never hear from him again, and good luck to whoever this Mikey person was; he'll need it to put up with that guy.