No child likes to get yelled at, but it was precisely Harry's ranting and raving that gave Donatello the key to his powers. To unlock that power, all he needed to do was practice. Donatello wasted no time in doing this. Over the next few days he started to practice more and more. He started out small with one piece of cereal and eventually moved onto the whole box. When he got stuck he would remember all the insults from his family and from the Shredder. He would also remember that he had been correct about Karai being a Hamato. Leonardo had told him Karai's message the next day at school, though he still didn't know how Donatello had helped. Donatello had been so happy then about being right, but he was furious at the Shredder for keeping the girl prisoner and making her family think she was dead, as well as convincing her that her family was dead as well.

The cereal box lifted up and poured a generous amount of cheerios. He grinned as his powers also poured in a good amount of milk and placed the spoon in the bowl. He had the hang of it now. He smiled as the spoon flew up out of the cereal and fed him without effort. He was very happy.

That day was a short day at school, so Donatello arrived home earlier than anyone else and decided to use it to his advantage. He turned on his favorite song on the radio and made the entire living room dance with him, from his father's poker set to the lamps and chairs. When the song was over, he put everything away back to normal with his powers and opened the curtains for some light. What he saw outside though annoyed him.

The two FBI agents were snooping around. True, he was positive that this wasn't his real family, but it was his home. 'Maybe I can stall and give Harry enough time to fix his act. If he doesn't do it on his own, The Shredder might just do it for him because of that car…' Donatello sighed as he made his way outside to the garage where the two were talking.

The smarter of them was talking to the other like he was an idiot. They were talking about the camera that they had used to film Harry's dirty dealings. Donatello used his powers to move a box they were after away from them while they were distracted. The box was on a high shelf, and Donatello was still standing outside of the garage. He smirked when the smart one climbed up the ladder and noticed the box was on the other side of the shelf. He climbed back down and moved the ladder as Donatello moved the box again.

Donatello decided to make his presence known then. "You two men are going to be in a lot of trouble very soon." Donatello had on his serious face, and was wearing his normal outfit of a button up purple shirt and slacks.

"It's the unexplained minor." One of them muttered to the other. Donatello just rolled his eyes as they came closer to him.

"Aren't you supposed to be in school young man?"

Donatello shook his head. "PLC day. I really hope you two have a search warrant for this. According to a constitutional law book I read in the library last year, if you don't have one, you could lose your jobs or even go to federal prison."

The two men looked at each other with confusion. How did this child who had no records read a book that should be difficult for people even in early college? The smart one shrugged it off. "It's your father who's going to federal prison. And you know where you'll end up?"

The other decided to put in his two cents, not that Donatello was interested in their foolishness. "In a federal orphanage."

"You cooperate, we'll make sure it's a nice orphanage."

"The kind with food, and teeny weeny cockroaches."

"What do you say?"

Donatello rolled his eyes once more, landed his gaze on their car across the street, mentally picturing the brakes turning off. "There's another crime in the making." Donatello pointed to their car. "Your car is about to run a stop sign." The two turned and noticed to their surprise that he was right! As they ran to get their car, Donatello's power pulled the tape out of the video camera and made it fly over to him. He grabbed, closed the garage door, and made his way back inside where he disposed of the tape in the garbage can.