It was a mess, but it was home and the Turtles were glad to be there. The Turtles, April, and Casey were tired after their long drive from the farm. Casey didn't seem to like the den very much, though.

"Great. Just great. First it's the Farm That Time Forgot, and now this. Why don't I ever fall in with people who own condos?" April gave him a nasty look. He didn't get the hint. "I guess it's hard to get good maid service in a sewer. Maybe you should try Roto-Rooter." Casey thought that was pretty funny. Nobody else did.

"Quit complaining," April said, "it's just for a little while."

"Boy, I'm hungry," Michelangelo said. He looked at the kitchen cabinets. "I wonder if there's anything-"

There was something, but it wasn't something to eat. There was a strange, loud noise from the cabinet. Don and Mike drew their weapons and each took a handle of the cabinet. On a signal, they tugged the doors open and out tumbled-

"Danny Pennington?" April said, very surprised. Danny had the oddest way of turning up at the most unlikely times.

Danny's arms flew up as soon as he spotted the ninja weapons. "Don't shoot!" he said, terrified.

"I don't think it's loaded, kid," Raphael said, teasing a little.

Danny crawled out of the cabinet. He told April that he'd run away from home and found this hiding place. April tried to get him to call his father. She knew how worried Charles would be.

"No, please!" Danny begged. "Can't I spend the night with you guys? I'll call him in the morning. I promise."

"Well..." Finally she agreed.

The friends settled into the den for a restful evening and a good night's sleep. April told Danny where they'd been and some of what had been happening. She showed him the sketches she'd made of the Turtles.

"Boy, these are good!" he said. She was pleased. "You think maybe I could have one?"

April couldn't resist his admiration. "Sure," she said. She gave him a sketch of the Turtles training with masks. He folded it carefully and put it in his pocket.

"Man, I could really go for a little deep-dish action right about now," Michelangelo said.

"Well, I had some pizza down here the other day. There might be some left over," Danny told him. He pointed to a pizza box on the counter.

Carefully, Don lifted the cardboard lid and peered inside.

"Well?" Michelangelo asked.

"Depends," Donatello said.

"On what?"

"On if you like penicillin on your pizza."

They went to bed hungry. The Turtles needed a good night's sleep. Tomorrow would be a busy day. Tomorrow they would find Splinter and they would free him.

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Casey couldn't sleep in the cramped den. He decided, instead, to sleep in the truck, which was parked above the den on the city's deserted street.

Casey was awakened in the dead of the night by the sound of a manhole cover being pushed aside. He opened his eyes and watched. It was Danny!

Danny walked quickly and quietly along the street, and when he was about a half block away, he began jogging. Casey slipped out of the cab of the truck and followed Danny. He ran silently.

Danny ran downtown and then across a bridge to Brooklyn. Casey kept up with him. Finally Danny slowed down. He arrived at a huge warehouse. He circled it until he got to a small door on one side. Danny paused outside the door. He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled something out. It was a headband. He tied it around his head, opened the door, and entered.

Casey didn't have any idea what was up, but he knew this was no time to stop and think. Fearlessly he reached for the door and entered the headquarters of The Foot.

He couldn't believe what he saw!