Deep underground, hidden in the twisting pipes and tunnels of the New York City sewer system, the day started in a rather different way than above.
The entertainment system, a wall of various television screens, had the largest showing a heated Pokemon battle between an Alakazam and a Conkeldurr in a massive arena flooded with light.
"What are ya doin'?" Raphael shouted, practically jumping off the couch in his agitation. "Hit 'im already!"
The Growlithe at his side barked, shaking his head as the larger Pokemon swung one of his concrete pillars and missed.
Again.
"Can ya believe this clown, Spike?" The agitated turtle complained, looking to his own Pokemon in clear frustration. "Couldn't hit the broad side of a city! And he thought this bozo would help him beat the Elite Four?"
Snorting in agreement, the little fire puppy rolled his eyes as the Alakazam, whose trainer seemed done with playing around, released a Psychic that knocked his opponent out cold.
"Unbelievable." Raphael muttered, dropping back into his previous sprawl as Spike grabbed a bag of chips and stepped onto his lap.
Only half-listening to his red-banded brother's continued complaints, Donatello hummed as he manipulated the delicate wires of a motherboard, pausing as a Beldum offered him another clamp.
"Thanks, Dummy." He voiced, patting the tough steel hide while retrieving the piece from his careful claw.
Humming at the praise, Dummy floated back towards the computer set-up, single red eye trained on the security footage once more.
Seated on top of the desk, an Emolga yawned, playing with a modified Rubik's Cube as Michelangelo lay boneless in a swivel chair, pushing himself in circles with one leg.
"What do you wanna do, Emma?" The bored turtle wondered, pausing with his head hanging by said Pokemon's perch.
Shrugging, Emma chittered and put down the half-solved cube, leaning over to hold her trainer's cheeks with both paws.
"You could always do the dishes for once." Donatello pointed out absently, carefully soldering the wires into place as Dummy hummed in agreement.
"We're not that bored, Donnie!" The younger brother yelped, wide-eyed, as he jerked upright, Emma clinging to his head.
"And I suppose you're not bored enough to train, either?" Leonardo pointed out as he approached, the Froakie on his shoulder scoffing at their laziness.
"Nope!"
Both older brothers rolled their eyes, and Dummy rumbled a laugh.
"What'd ya expect from Mikey?" Raphael voiced, smirking. "Maturity?"
Emma blew a raspberry in response, and Spike chuffed a laugh as the orange-banded turtle huffed.
"If you can't find something to do, I'll find something for you." Leonardo warned, cutting off the confrontation before it could build.
Knowing his eldest brother, Michelangelo grinned nervously, backing up towards the stairs and holding his hands up in a placating gesture.
"Hey, no need for that! You and Kage go back to your leader things, and we'll just, uh, go to my room! And be productive!"
Chattering in agreement, Emma leapt up to the second-floor railing as her trainer bolted up the steps, both disappearing from sight in moments.
Raphael smirked, scratching behind Spike's ears so the little fire puppy growled in pleasure, as Donatello let out a fond, exasperated sigh while Dummy beeped in amusement.
"Well, that's one way to make him clean his room…"