July 17, 1899

Mikey's routine walk to the printers where he picked up his papers had him passing by a small general store, where a friend of his worked there. If he came early enough, he would have enough time to talk to her and the other employees there for a few minutes, but he always came around after work to get his reward of penny candy.

Papers before pleasure, he always told himself.

Normally, that was all he would do, but it was yet another hot day in New York City. Surely, Angel would be wishing for some relief from the heat, right?

Mikey stealthily made his way down the busy street, holding the bucket so as to not slosh the water around inside. A silly grin stretched across his face. This was going to be fun.

"Angel!" He called out, sticking enough of himself in the window that his friend could see him. She gave him a smile as she carried a measured bag of flour to the cash register for a customer. Mikey's prediction was right; she did look pretty uncomfortable in this weather.

The smile was enough for him to know she would be out in a minute. He picked up the bucket again and ran down the stairs, hiding himself around the corner of the building. He peered around when he heard the bell ring against the opening door, watching the customer come out, with Angel close behind.

Almost… almost… Now! He pitched the contents of the bucket straight at the girl. The water seemed to move in slow motion as it drenched his friend from top to bottom.

Angel stood stock still as she sputtered, moving her sopping hair away from her face. Mikey hung the bucket in the crook of his arm, backing away slowly as he admired his work. Her eyes snapped to him, and she exploded.

"Michelangelo Hamato!" A scream tore through her and he booked it. He laughed uncontrollably as he ran down the street, making a beeline to his next destination.

No candy today. Maybe if he asked nice enough, April would get him some ice cream.