Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town, Michelangelo drove like crazy, to not let the kids down. Instead of a sleigh, a truck full of toys. Destined to be the gifts for good girls and boys. But evil thieves wanted to steal the toys no matter the cost. Without this turtle Santa, all hope seemed lost…

Down in the lair, Leo, Donnie, and Raph were decorating the walls, pillars, and subway cars with various Christmas decorations. As they did so, the three turtles were singing a little Christmas ditty they came up with.

"Christmas Eve, and all is ready," Leo let out. "Falalalala lala la la."

"No Bebop and no Rocksteady," Donnie continued. "Falalalala lala lala"

"This time next year, despite the weather," Raph carried on. Falala lalala la la la."

"We'll say bye-bye to the Shredder," they all sang in unison. "Falalalala, lala la la."

All three brothers started laughing near the end of their christmas parody, especially Karai, who was decked out in a green christmas sweater.

"So this is what Christmas is like," she mused. "It's even more fun than I imagined."

"Oh yeah," Leo agreed. "It's a favorite time of year for many a ninja turtle."

"Guess there were no Foot Clan Christmas parties then, huh?" Raph remarked.

"Not really," Karai confirmed. "Shredder always felt the holidays were a waste of time, better spent training. We never even celebrated birthdays, save for a single gift. It was almost always a knife or some sort of weapon."

"Well don't worry," Donnie assured her. "We'll be making up for lost time this year."

"Indeed," Splinter agreed, coming out of his room with a box of origami swans. "For this year promises to be our most bountiful yet."

"That's an understatement," Leo concurred. "A full blown Christmas dinner with all our friends and allies around the city. It's gonna be amazing."

Just then, the entrance hatch opened up, allowing the sound of grunting and groaning coming from up top. All four teens ran over as a large, and very thick Christmas tree started descending.

"Hey!" Casey called out. "Little help here!"

The three turtles got into position at the base of the ladder.

"Alright, Case!" Raph shouted. "Drop it!"

Casey released the tree, allowing the turtles to catch the tree.

"We got it!" Donnie called back.

The turtles carefully moved the tree out of the way, allowing Casey and April to climb down.

"I still don't understand why I'm the one who had to carry that thing all the way here..." Caser grumbled.

"I do believe it's because you declared it was 'a man's job' and boasted you could do it yourself," April replied with a cheeky grin. "I was merely providing you the chance to prove it."

"Uh… well, I… I just didn't want you to hurt yourself. I was just lookin out for ya."

"Jones," Karai piped up. "Shut up before you dig your own grave."

The turtles chuckled in response as they set up the tree. As they did that, April looked around curiously.

"Hang on. We're a turtle short. Where's Mikey?"

"He said he wanted to check out the toy store before they close up for the night," Donnie explained, sifting through a box of ornaments. "He promised he'd be back before dinner."

"And you believed him?" Casey questioned. "I mean, this is Mikey we're talking about."

"Let's give Mikey the benefit of the doubt here," Leo insisted. "I know he can be a little… absent minded, but even he couldn't get into trouble on Christmas Eve."

Out in the city, Mikey was walking through Central Park, enjoying the light snowfall as he watched the patrons of the park sled, make snowmen, and partake in snowball fights.

"Aw yeah," he let out. "Nothin beats Christmas time in New York City. Whoever combined the greatest holiday ever with the greatest city in the world was a mad genius. Even if my arm's still sore and I have to wear this itchy scarf."

He adjusted said scarf, which not only covered his face, but kept him warm with the aid of some extra large snow clothes. Suddenly, a snowball hit him in the back of the head. He turned around and saw a kid ducking behind a mound of snow.

"Hey," Mikey called out.

Slowly, the kid poked his head.

"Uh… sorry, Mister. I wasn't aiming at you. I was aiming at Jimmy."

Mikey turned and saw another kid hiding behind a snow fort. He then laughed, scooped up a ball himself, then lobbed it at the second kid.

"Got him for ya," Mikey declared.

The first kid chuckled in response.

"Thanks Mister."

"No prob. Just be careful where you aim next time, alright?"

"Sure thing."

The kid ran along, lobbing snowballs at his friend. Mikey then looked around before spotting a rather large, steep hill. He grinned, glancing down at the sled he had under his arm.

"Perfect."

He quickly made his way to the top of the hill, tossing his sled onto the ground and hopping on top of it. With an ecstatic yell, he sped down the hill.

"Wahoo!" Mikey cried out. "Cowabunga!"

He swerved down the hill, shooting off a small ramp and sailing through the air before crashing down in a pile of snow. He poked his head out, shaking himself free of the freezing whiteness before pulling himself free.

"Smooth landing," he let out before noting the imprint he made in the snow. "Hey, I just made a snow turtle. Maybe I'll start a whole new trend."

He then fell backwards into the snow and started making a snow angel. As he laid there laughing, something approached him. All of a sudden, a small, orange furred face was peering down at him, meowing softly.

"Aww," Mikey let out, flipping over and picking the cat up. "Now what's a cute little kitty like you doing out in the cold?"

The cat just mewled, snuggling into Mikey's chest to get warm.

"No collar," Mikey noted. "Guess that means you're stuck with me. Hope ya don't mind."

The cat meowed in response.

"I thought not. Come on. I know a place that's warm and a lot of fun."

Back in the lair, Raph approached the tree with a pair of butterfly swords in hand. Upon seeing his brother approaching the tree, Leo paused, turning to him with concern.

"Uh… Raph? What are you doing?"

"Just trimming the tree… my way."

Raph instantly started slashing at the tree, jumping occasionally and ending with a backflip. When he was done, the tree was perfectly trimmed and looked much better. Leo gave a nod, politely clapping.

"Alright, not bad. You're pretty good with those."

"Right? I should've been a barber. Hey, little off the top?"

"Uh, no thanks."

Around that time, Donnie came walking out of the kitchen.

"Alright, Christmas cookies are in the oven!" he declared. "Who wants to lick the bowl?"

Raph darted over, but Leo quickly intercepted, knocking the bowl out of Donnie's hand and causing it to land in his own. He dipped his finger in some of the dough and took a lick, smiling.

"Very good, Don," he complimented before giving the bowl a toss. "Hey Karai, try some!"

She caught the bowl in the air, scooping out a finger of dough for herself.

"Oh, this really is good. Can't wait to see how they taste baked."

She tossed the bowl back to Donnie, who scooped up a finger of dough himself.
"Mmm. some of my best work if I do say so myself."

Finally, Raph just yanked the bowl away and just stuffed his face into it, licking it with abandon. His brothers laughed at his antics as Karai recoiled slightly.

"I thought you were a turtle, not a dog."

"Hey, give me a break. Mikey usually hogs all the good stuff by this point."

"Speaking of," April spoke up from the kitchen. "Are you sure we shouldn't call him and tell him to come home? I mean, New York on Christmas Eve can be pretty hectic."

"Mikey can take care of himself," Raph insisted. "Knowing that bozo, he's probably just nosing around the toystore for the umpteenth time."

As Raph predicted, Mikey had taken his new found cat to the local toy store. His face was pressed hard against the glass, his eyes wide as he gushed over the toys.

"Aw man," Mikey let out. "Would ya look at all this stuff? A turtle could have a ton of fun with half the stuff in there."

Mikey then turned to either side of him, smiling coyly before stuffing the cat into his coat.

"Stay down, Klunk," he told the kitty. "I hope you don't mind if I call you Klunk. I've just always wanted a cat named Klunk."

Klunk meowed in response.

"Alright. Now stay down, it's time to have some fun."

Once Mikey was inside, he and Klunk started having fun with the toys on the shelves. Using toy planes in play dog fights, sending a wind up tank to topple down some toy robots only for Klunk to knock it over himself, and launching a moon jumper toy into the air, only for Klunk to catch it and bat it around like a ball of yarn. Mikey couldn't help but gush at the sight, petting his new kitten.

"You show that moon jumper who's boss, Klunk," Mikey remarked, looking up and seeing a "sold out" sign on one of the shelves. "Looks like they're sold out of the Little Orphan Alien dolls, though. Those things just won't stay on the shelves."

Just then, a noise rang out from the back. Mikey's instincts kicked in and he scooped up Klunk, depositing him safely into his coat. Once that was done, he dove into the shadows, sneaking towards the back. He peeked out the door leading to the loading area and saw several Purple Dragons holding up a delivery truck.

"Hey!" the driver insisted as a rather large Dragon pulled him from his truck. "Just what are you doing? These toys are going to the local children's home!"

"Call it a Christmas gift," the lead Purple Dragon remarked. "From us to us."

One of the Dragons came up and struck the driver on the head with the butt of his gun, knocking him to the ground. Mikey's eyes narrowed upon hearing that.

"Man, would ya look at those toys," another one of the Dragons remarked. "Just imagine how much we can get for these by selling them online."
"At least five times whatcha pay for in stores," another one jeered. "And we didn't have to pay anything."
The Dragons all shared a laugh as Mikey watched on.

"They haven't paid yet, but they will," Mikey promised, tucking Klunk into his coat. "You better lay low Klunk. Things are about to get a little rough.

Mikey then ran forward and kicked one of the Dragons in the back of the head, knocking him into the side of the truck. The other Dragons heard this and instantly opened fire on him, forcing him to leap out of the way. Rolling near a trash can, he grabbed the lid and tossed it at one of the Dragons shooting at him, knocking him to the ground. Mikey then ran back towards him and leapt up onto one of the back doors of the truck. He swung off it, knocking a third Dragon aside fore turning around and punching a fourth behind him. Having used his bad arm, Mikey almost instantly winced in pain as a result.

"Ow," he let out.

Seeing some of the Dragons getting back up, he dove for cover again as they opened fire on him.

"Get to the truck!" the leader ordered.

The four Dragons quickly piled into the truck as they continued to fire at Mikey. Once they were in, they began to drive off. Thinking fast, Mikey leapt up onto a dumpster and jumped off towards the truck. He collided with the truck before dropping to the ground, eyeing a cable hanging out of the back. He instantly grabbed it, only for him to be pulled along by the truck, causing him to knock over a mailbox as the truck swerved onto the road.

"Whoa!" Mikey let out as Klunk poked his head out. "Hang on, Klunk! We're in for a bumpy ride!"

Everyone down in the lair was hard at work, trying to get the area looking as festive and jolly as they could. As April and Donnie set the table, the lair entrance opened, allowing Leo and Raph to carefully guide their blindfolded guests down the ladder and into the lair. The group included Mona Lisa and her mom, the Fugitoid (now in a brand to robot body), some of the homeless, Leatherhead, Mondo Gecko, and Angel.

"Just a little further everyone," Leo motioned. "We're almost there."

"Sorry about the blindfolds folks," Raph spoke up. "Security measure and all."

"Leonardo," the Fugitoid spoke up. "You are aware that my internal GPS system allows me to know exactly where I am at all times, correct?"

"Just play along," Leo insisted as they all got to the ground. "It's for Master Splinter's sake. He's very… particular with letting people know where we live."

"Very well," Fugitoid allowed.

Everyone's blindfolds were removed, allowing Splinter to greet everyone warmly.

"Merry Christmas, everyone."

"And a happy Kwanzaa to you, Master Splinter," the Professor replied. "Thank you so much for inviting us into your home."

"Of course," Splinter responded.

"We're glad you guys could make it," Raph commented.

"Wouldn't miss it for anything," Lisa replied, wrapping her arms around him.

Angel looked around, catching sight of Karai and tensed up.

"Uh…" she whispered to Leo. "isn't the girl who tried to kill us a while back."

"Yes…" Leo replied. "But, she's on our side now. Trust me."

"Yeah," Karai let out. "Listen, I'm sorry about that. I know it probably won't mean much, but I did make sure the Dragons stayed off your tail. I mean, you're a kid. You didn't deserve that kind of hate."

Angel was still a little tense, but eventually just let out a breath and held out a hand.

"Friends?"

Karai smiled, taking the offered hand. "Friends."

"Hey," Mondo spoke up. "Where's Mikey? He said he had some sick moves to show me on the sewer pipe."

"He's uh… running a little late," Leo admitted. "Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be here soon."

Meanwhile, Mikey was being dragged along the ground as the truck sped down the street. He managed to maneuver himself so that he was on his shell, allowing him to ride down the street with ease.

"Lucky for me, I have a shell," Mikey commented.

Up in the cab of the truck, the Dragons were shocked by what they were seeing in the rear view mirrors.

"That freak's on our tail! He's going after the goods!"

"Shake him off!"

The truck started swerving, causing Mikey to swing around on the street. He quickly leapt up onto the roofs of some parked cars, leaping from car to car before jumping back down the street and continued sliding along.

"Cowabunga!" he cheered as he came crashing down. "Sledding's got nothing on this!"

"I don't believe it!" the lead Dragon let out. "The freak's still back there!"

"Bring him up front," a second one remarked as he and the other two readied their guns. "We'll finish him off."

The leader nodded, slamming down hard on the brakes. Mikey was quickly catapulted forward, sliding beneath the truck before coming out the other side.

"Whoa," Mikey let out. "Made it."

That's when the front windshield exploded as gunfire rained down on Mikey. Mikey yelped, leaping up and onto the parked cars nearby. He ran along them before leaping onto the truck before bouncing up onto the roof. The Dragons opened fire on the roof, forcing him to dodge at rapid speed before making his way towards the back.

"He's heading for the toys!"

Three of the four Dragons got out of the truck and made their way towards the back. When they got back there, they couldn't find any trace of him.

"He's not here."

"Maybe he decided to bail."

Unbeknownst to them, Mikey was clinging to the roof of the truck, waiting for just the right moment to strike. Finally, he swung forward, kicking two guys to the ground. He then landed and grabbed the third, chucking him hard into the other two.

"Merry Christmas, boys!" Mikey declared. "Here's your present. A kick to the head! There's one for each of ya!"

Mikey kicked them all unconscious in rapid succession, knocking them out. Up in the cab, the leader let out a growl of frustration before pulling out his phone.

"Yo, it's Sunny. I'm on 18th and 1st. I got some freak on my case. I could use a little back up."

Sunny then floored it, prompting Mikey to leap towards the truck.

"Oh no you don't!" Mikey let out, grabbing on the door.

The truck began to swerve, so much that it occasionally swerved onto the sidewalk. A guy on his scooter was driving in the opposite direction, barely missing the truck as it drove past.

"Call the cops!" Mikey called out. "These guys are crooks! They're trying to steal this truck!"

The guy stared at the truck, then just pulled out his cellphone and did as he was instructed.

Back down in the lair, April and Casey were getting the table set for the Christmas dinner as the others decorated the tree. While they worked, Casey glanced up to see a sprig of mistletoe hanging over them.

"Hey, check it out, April. Mistletoe. You know what that means?"

"Someone thought it was a cute decoration?"

"That. and…"

"And nothing, Casey."

April moved onto the next spot as Casey caught up, seeing another sprig of mistletoe above them.

"Hey, check it out. More mistletoe."

April just rolled her eyes and ignored it, continuing her task. Casey followed and the mistletoe appeared again.

"There again. I think somebody's trying to tell ya something, April."

April raised an eyebrow, then grabbed the mistle toe and pulled it down. She then glanced up to see a pulley system that had been set up, Angel, Raph, and Lisa up in the rafters manning it.

"More like three someones," April declared. "Did you put them up to this, Casey Jones?"

"Who? Me?" Casey replied defensively. "No way."

April rolled her eyes before smirking a little.

"Well, if you want a kiss so bad… then pucker up."

Casey was confused by the turn around, but obliged nonetheless. However, instead of a kiss, April just slapped him with the mistletoe. The three teens in the rafters all flinched.

"Ooh," Raph let out. "Right in the kisser."

Just then, a glowing rectangle appeared in the middle of the lair, catching everyone's attention. From the rectangle, Renet emerged, along with Usagi and a rhino in a gi.

"Oh great," Raph facepalmed. "Who invited her?"

"Who do you think?" Donnie remarked.

"Hi everyone!" Renet greeted. "Sorry I'm late. I had to pick up some extra-dimensional guests."

"Great to see you again, Usagi," Leo greeted, walking up to them.

"The feeling is mutual, Leonardo-san," Usagi replied. "Your friend told me it is custom to bring gifts during such a time, so I brought you this."

Usagi then pulled out a sword in wrapping paper and handed it to Leo.

"A sword," he let out. "Wicked. I actually have something for you too."

Leo then pulled out another sword in wrapping paper and handed it to Usagi.

"A sword. How thoughtful. Actually, I am glad we were able to see each other again. The most remarkable of happenstances occurred to me when I was at the Battle Nexus and-"

"Enough talking," the rhino interrupted. "I was told there would be food here, and I'm starving."

"Who invited Rocksteady's loser cousin?" Raph remarked, earning a chuckle from Lisa and Angel.

"You'll have to excuse Gennosuke," Usagi told them. "I'm afraid when your portal-jumping friend appeared to collect me, Gen was with me. He heard her tell me about your party and the promise of food, and I fear he invited himself along."

"Eh, it's no big deal, Usagi," Donnie reassured. "In this reality, that is what's known as a plus one."

"Indeed," Splinter agreed as he approached. "All are welcome at our table."

Meanwhile, Mikey managed to pull himself up onto the top of the truck, slowly making his way towards the cab. Once he got close enough, he leapt down and grabbed onto the window of the cab, just as the truck rounded the corner.

"I think this is where you get off," Mikey remarked, throwing open the door and tossing Sunny out.

He collided with a passing police car, causing the officers inside to jump at the sound. One grabbed the radio, calling dispatch

"This is one bravo fourteen. We've got the fourth perp that hijacked the truck full of toys. Looks like there's still one more hijacker hanging onto the truck."

Mikey meanwhile managed to pull himself inside the truck and got behind the wheel. He clicked his seatbelt into place, grinning.

"FInally! I get to drive! You can come out, Klunk. We should be safe here."

Unfortunately, just as he said that, a car full of Purple Dragons came driving up to them. This elicited a scream from Mikey, and a terrified yowl from Klunk.

"Yikes!" Mikey let out. "Ok, think. What would Raph do in a situation like this?"

He grinned, then gripped the wheel and slammed his foot on the gas. In the Dragons' car, the punks were surprised by Mikey's apparent boldness.

"He's not stopping!" One dragon shouted in fear. "He's not stopping!"

Finally, the dragons swerved out of the way, allowing Mikey to drive past. They didn't stop for long though, as they quickly hit the gas and chased after them.

Back in the lair, Casey had challenged Leatherhead to a friendly arm wrestling match. All of the party guests were cheering the pair on as Casey struggled to move Leatherhead's arm. After a good minute, Leatherhead threw him down so hard Casey crumbled to the ground.

"I apologize my friend," Leatherhead told him. "I don't know my own strength at times."

Up next, Raph tried his hand. Leatherhead actually let out a large yawn before giving the red-banded turtle the same treatment as Casey.

"Are you alright, Raphael?" Leatherhead asked as Raph let out a groan.

"Peachy…" Raph wheezed.

"Hey LH!" Angel declared, plopping down in front of him and offering a hand. "Let me have a go."

"If you insist," Leatherhead allowed.

Angel sat down and locked hands with Leatherhead, much to the amusement of the downed boys.

"Come on, Angel," Casey insisted. "You're embarrassing yourself. Raph and I couldn't take him. There's no way, you could-"

All of a sudden, Angel slammed Leatherhead's arm onto the table, causing him to collide with a nearby wall. Everyone stared as Angel got up, smirking.

"Former Purple Dragon, remember? I believe the word is… Booyakasha."

Karai snorted, laughing into her hand.

"Oh I am so glad you lived."

In the turtles' kitchen, Angel met up with Leatherhead, holding a fresh pumpkin pie in her hands.

"Thanks again, LH. They totally bought it! And, as promised, one homemade pumpkin pie courtesy of my grandma." She handed it over, then snagged a mixing bowl off the counter. Topped off with fresh, homemade whipped cream."

She scooped a heavy dollop of the cream, plopping it onto the pie. Leatherhead licked his lips.

"Thank you very much," Leatherhead replied, taking a bite out of the pie.

His face melted in pleasure as Angel went back to join the group.

Back with Mikey, he continued driving down the street, with the Dragons hot on his tail.

"Man, can't these guys take a hint?" Mikey let out.

As they kept driving, one of the dragons poked out of the roof, aiming a rocket launcher at the truck. Mikey yelped as he fired, forcing him to think fast.

"What to do? What to do?!"

Mikey then looked up and saw a small ramp on the side of the road, giving him an idea.

"Crazy… but it could work."

He sped towards the ramp, making sure only the left side of the truck drove up it. He then swerved off the ramp, allowing the rocket to whiz past him and hit some parked cars nearby.

"Now what?" one of the Dragons asked.

"Get me closer," another one answered as he rolled down the window. "I'll blow out his tires."

As the Dragon poked his head out, Mikey decided to hit the brakes, causing the car to pull up fast.

"Not that close. Not that close!"

The car swerved out of the way, barely hitting the back of the truck and causing it to spin out of control before flipping over and crashing. The Dragons inside all let out groans of pain as a result.

"Nice driving," one dragon remarked.

"Tailgaters," Mikey remarked, driving off again.

He didn't get far when the sound of sirens filled the air. He looked behind him to see three police cars coming up behind him.

"Oh perfect," Mikey let out, stepping on the gas. "Now they think 'I'm' the one stealing the toys. How's that for gratitude."

He quickly rounded a corner, hoping to lose the police. Sadly though, he came face to face with a police roadblock.

"Oh boy…" Mikey let out before steeling himself. "Sorry in advance, Master Splinter!"

Mikey then stepped on the gas, speeding right towards the roadblock. When the police saw that there was no stopping him, many of them ran for cover.

"Sorry!" he called out. "So sorry! My bad! Sorry!"

Meanwhile, Karai and Splinter were both using the orb to pay holiday wishes to Hamato Yoshi. They sat before him at a traditional tea table.

"It fills my heart with joy to see my family together at this time of year," Yoshi shared.

"I could not have said it better myself, Master," Splinter replied.

"I'm still reeling from the fact that I have a family now.," Karai admitted. "A real one..."

"I can imagine. But I feel confident you will settle in with time."

"As do I," Splinter agreed before turning to Yoshi. "I only wish you were with us in person."

"I know," Yoshi replied. "Still, I cherish that I can still share this joyous day with you both in some capacity, and I hope to share many more in the years to come.

Karai and Splinter both smiled in response to Yoshi's words, finally coming out of the vision as Leo knocked on the door.

"Uh, guys?" Leo called out. "Dinner's about ready."

"Right," Karai replied, wiping her eyes. "Give us a minute, and we'll be there."

"Sure thing," Leo responded, ducking out.

Splinter simply placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. He didn't say anything, but the gesture brought a smile to Karai's face. She leaned on him and he gently stroked her hair.


Sometime later, everyone was gathered around a large table, with the Christmas dinner laid out in front of them.

"Finally," Gen let out. "Let's feast."

"No," Splinter cut off. "Michelangelo has yet to arrive. We will wait for him."

"And how long ya think that's gonna be?" Casey remarked.

"Hey when it comes to food," Donnie spoke up. "Mikey's not likely to miss out."

Just then, the entrance to the lair opened up, causing Leo to smirk.

"Speak of the devil," Leo remarked as Mikey dropped down.

"The fun has arrived!" Mikey let out as he landed. "Thank you very much."

"Cutting it a little close Mikey," Raph jeered. "Where ya been all day?"

"Long story," Mikey replied, pulling Klunk out of his coat. "A small part of which you can blame on this little guy."

"Is that a cat?" Renet gushed. "Oh my gosh, that's Klunk! Oh, he's even cuter than I imagined!"

"Now that's my kinda Mouser," Raph remarked. "How'd you find this guy."

"Now that is an interesting story."

As dinner went on, Mikey explained the events that had transpired.

"And once I ditched the police, I stashed the truck in a nearby junkyard and came back here," Mikey finished.

"Very resourceful, Michelangelo," Splinter commended. "You performed well tonight."

"Why not just turn it over to the police?" Lisa's mom questioned.

"Mom, if he did that, those toys would end up in a police evidence locker and would never get to the kids," Lisa told her.

"Then what do you suggest be done?" Usagi asked.

"I think it's pretty obvious," Mikey decided.

"What do you mean?" Leo asked.

"I mean it's Christmas Eve. A time to remember those less fortunate than ourselves. In fact, it's a time not to think of ourselves at all. And I know just how to do it."

Later that night, everyone took the truck of toys to the children's home themselves, where the kids eagerly awaited their gifts. The mutants all dressed in various costumes while the humans just wore Christmas sweaters and other festive ware. Splinter himself was dressed as Santa Claus, with a few children even sitting on his lap. On one side of the room, Casey had just finished giving a toy to one of the kids when April approached. She tangled a small piece of mistletoe above him, then kissed him on the cheek.

"Merry Christmas Casey," she wished.

"Ah, my sons," Splinter let out. "Michelangelo speaks true. This is truly a season of putting others' needs ahead of our own. A season of giving."

"Nice work, Mikey," Renet congratulated, giving him a small peck on the cheek.

"Thanks," Mikey replied, rubbing his cheek and smiling wide. "And Happy Holidays everybody!"