"Help me! Help me!"
Michelangelo was screaming and running around the rooftop. Except instead of terror, there was an unadulterated laughter in his voice, and he flailed his arms around as he ran, chicken-like, while trying to duck his pursuer. "He's trying to eat my leg again!" he screeched in an exaggerated high-pitched voice.
Behind his, Donatello was chasing him at an even pace, his face twisted in a mock-evil grin while his arms stretched playfully towards his baby brother. He was laughing too, a pretend laughter of evil which was in danger of coming out as a hopeless giggle.
Leonardo and Raphael stood in the heart of the circle and watched his younger brothers in their game of tag. Leo was smiling, amusement in his eyes. Raph was grinning from ear to ear at Donnie's hopeless attempts at letting out an intimidating roar. In his own flesh and surrounded by his brothers, Donnie was about as threatening as Klunk the cat. With the danger of Bishop's mutation experiment behind them, they can finally thread lightly on Donnie's previous "sickness.
Watching Donnie finally rugby-tackled Mikey, and the latter yelping and imploring surrender, finally prompted a chuckle from Raph. Leo rolled his eyes at the playfulness of his two youngest brother, but when he turned to look at Raph, the grin on Raph's face matched his own feeling of relief.
They were four turtle brothers who fight evil and are exposed to threat almost all the time. But when one of them seems to be in more danger than the rest, the battle seems a little harder to bear.
But tonight, up on the rooftop together, Leo and Raph knew they have won the fight for Donnie's mind and body.
And they would have it no other way.