Four dark figures streaked above the city. The average New Yorker did not tend to look to the rooftops, so this was an ideal place for the brothers to watch over everyone. You could never tell if the kraang would try to advance their terraforming or if a gang decided to mug someone. In fact, they could even be watched by a clan of ninja. Fortunately, they were not.

As he jumped onto yet another roof, Michelangelo crossed his legs. He had felt discomfort for a while now, and he could no longer hold it in. "Leo, I need to use the bathroom."

Leonardo sighed and said, "Sorry, Mikey, but we're too far from the Lair to use the toilet. Can't you wait another hour?" The youngest turtle ground and said, "NO! I need to go NOW!" Raphael sighed this time. "Mike, what do you want to do? Waltz into the nearest gas station and take a whiz? How do you tink they would react to a giant turtle running in crossing his legs?!"

Mikey began to hop up and down, his legs still twisted. "I'm not waiting on you guys to give me a bathroom pass! A guy's gotta go when a guy's gotta go!" And with that, he barged through his brothers and jumped from the building.

Now, this wasn't just any building. It was a night club. It was actually very convenient because it was dark. Even if someone did catch a glimpse of him, they would just assume that they had too many pina coladas.

Michelangelo opened the door, throwing caution to the wind, and entered. The place was full of people dancing and drinking. A few young adults spotted him, but they shrugged and continued dancing. Some even invited him to dance with them, but he was on a mission. Nothing would get in his way.

He found a hallway with two doors. The hallway's sign said that these were the restrooms, but he didn't know which to choose. Eenie meanie miney moe... The left it was!

It was a lot like what they had in the lair. It was the standard restroom, complete with standard sinks and standard stalls. There were two differences:

1. All of the stalls held toilets. Donnie had converted a couple into showers in the Lair.

2. It was dirty. At home, Sensei made sure they kept everything clean. This club, however, did not have many people on staff. The people they did have working were young, lazy, and irresponsible. They often shirked bathroom duty. As a result, everything seemed to be, in a sense, covered in grime.

Now, Michelangelo had to go badly. He didn't care how unclean the place was; he HAD to GO!

Mikey sprinted into a stall and locked the door. He sighed in relief as his bladder was emptied. As he washed is hands (More like rinsed them. The staff didn't bother to refill the soap dispensers, apparently.) he saw a woman walk into the restroom. She was here with her friends, ready to dance the night away and maybe meet some men. She may have seemed like one of the regular party-goers, but there was one difference:

She never ever drank.

She knew she wasn't drunk, so she knew what she saw was real. There was a giant turtle washing his hands in the women's restroom. She quickly left the premises.

Four turtles wringed their hands in worry. Was their baby brother okay? Did anyone see him? Their second question was answered as a woman ran screaming out of the night club. Michelangelo soon followed. Donatello then went inside. When Mikey cast a questioning gaze, Leonard said, "He needed to go, too."