A/N: This idea's been rattling around in my head for a bit. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, and I hav no idea if there really is a fourth alley on Fifth Street, or even where Fifth Street is. I've never been to New York, so don't sue me!
"This is the New York City Department of Municipal Services, how may I help you?"
"Uh, I want to report a problem with the sewer in the fourth alley on Fifth Street."
"Sir, can you tell me what's wrong with the sewer there?"
"There's a whole bunch of stuff blocking it."
"Are you sure sir? Is water flowing up and out of it?"
"Not exactly…"
"Can you please describe to me how you know that this part of the sewer is blocked then?"
"I'm looking at it."
"Sir, can you please tell me your name?"
"Uh…I'm Mikey Splinterson."
"Very well, Mr. Splinterson, what are you doing in the sewer? It is very dangerous down there and only authorized personal are allowed down there. I must ask you to return to the street immediately."
"Actually, I'm on the street."
"Then how are you looking at the sewer?"
"Well, you see, there's this really big hole in the ground above it."
"A hole?"
"Yeah."
"How big is the hole?"
Silence. In the background, the operator could hear two people talking.
"We think it's about ten feet wide."
"Do you have any idea what caused this hole?"
The man on the other end muttered something about stupid feet and what she thought was the word 'ninja.' The operator rubbed her forehead.
"Would you mind repeating that sir?"
"Uh…well…I dunno how it happened."
"I see. Well thank you for your call, Mr. Splinterson. I will alert the proper department."
"How'd it go, Mikey?"
"Fine, I guess, Raph. She seemed really nice. She said she'll send people over to fix it right away."
"Good. Master Splinter would kill us if the part of the sewer with the cable line stayed busted so he couldn't watch his soaps. Especially if he found out it's 'cause of us."
"Yeah, and it's the best way to get to Vinney's Pizza Parlor."
Whap!
"Hey! What was that for?"
"You and your pizza." The turtle with the red bandana shook his head.
"At least it tastes better than those plain Cheerio's you pig out on!"
The orange-clad turtle leaped down into the sewer, heading away from the rubble.
"Last one home buys the other ice cream!"
"You're on!"
Laughter rang out in the sewer.