2. Donut- Mikey's hungry, but maybe pizza just isn't what he needs, so he goes to a donut shop, nearly gets arrested, hides in the freezer, and returns home with cold donuts. Raph isn't happy.

"Raphie."

"What."

"I'm hungry."

Raph rolled his eyes from his spot on the couch. "So go get a pizza or something."

"But," Mikey dramatically flung himself over the back of the couch from where he was standing. This conversation called for face-to-face interaction. "I want something sweet."

Raph sighed and turned down the volume on the TV. "Listen, I don't have any more candy, and I ate the rest of Leo's last week."

"What about Donnie's candy?" He somersaulted himself over the rest of the way. Mikey had been trying to find Don's candy for months. Hopefully Raph had an idea as to where it was.

Raph shrugged. "Who knows? The guy hides stuff like crazy. Wouldn't surprise me if he had an entire drawer dedicated to sugar."

"Hmm." Mikey rubbed his chin. Guess he didn't know. An idea struck him. "How about donuts?"

Raph gave a rare smile. "Donuts? Can't remember the last time we got donuts."

Mikey jumped up. "So it's settled. I'll go get donuts."

Raph shook his head, smile still on his face. "Hurry back, bro. I'm going out with Casey later tonight."

"No problemo, big bro. Be back in twenty!"

Mikey skateboarded through the sewers, laughing and whooping the entire way to the donut shop he had in mind. Sure, there were donut shops all over New York, but none were as good as this one. It wasn't even that popular, which was even better; less people to interact with.

Mikey slowed his board and left it by the ladder. He grabbed the coat and hat he'd brought along in his bag and began climbing. Hopefully the shop was still open.

He finally reached the surface and turned a corner out of the alley. Closed. Of course.

A normal mutant ninja turtle would turn around and just go somewhere else. But that's quitter talk. As long as there was a way in, Mikey could still get donuts.

Front door- locked, obviously. Windows- what the- they don't even open. He made his way along the corner wall and into the next alley. Finally, a window that would open. Mikey pushed it open as far as it would go and slipped in silently.

It was a small shop, about the size of their living room. It must have been something else before the owners bought it; donut shops don't usually have freezers.

Mikey looked for cameras and found a route to the back. They make the donuts the day before, so these were for tomorrow.

Let's see... Raph likes the jelly filled ones. Donnie likes those cinnamon things. Leo has a thing for sprinkles. And chocolate for me. Mikey grabbed a bag from a shelf and carefully placed the donuts inside. This was delicate business. Plus they were still kinda warm. Best time to have them.

All I gotta do now is make it back to the lair and boom: Happiness in the form of donuts for everyone.

Wait- why are there sirens? Not for me, right?

Oh crap. They're for me. Cops are all out front. But that's impossible, I was very careful to avoid cameras- the window. A silent alarm. Of course.

Mikey hopped over the counter and ran inside the freezer. It's even darker in here than it is out there. The cops are inside now, I can hear them. A flashlight moved over the small window at the top of the door.

Why is it so cold... Better question, why is the freezer even on?

I'll find out later. Right now the best idea would be to hide behind the door against the wall. Mikey pulled up his legs and hugged the bag closer.

On the bright side, I just remembered the money I almost forgot to leave on the counter.

Mikey heard something about a 'faulty alarm' 'probably a squirrel' and the door closed behind the cops as they left.

Mikey sighed in relief as he stood, rubbing his arms for warmth. He reached for the handle, pulling it gently. The handle came off in his hand. Mikey stared at it with wide eyes and a blank smile on his face.

"Shit."

Mikey kicked the door again, to no avail. The bag of donuts lay in the corner by the door, forgotten for the moment.

Mikey paced, staring at the seemingly condescending door. He sneered at it, pulling his coat tighter around himself.

"You cannot beat me, door. I know your weakness." He ripped his nunchaks out of his belt like a gun-slinger. Mikey let out a battle cry and hit them as hard as he could against the door.

Once again, the attempt for escape did nothing.

Mikey shivered as he let out another crystalized breath. Donnie'd know what to do.

He took another look around at his surroundings. There still wasn't any light, save for the lamplight outside coming through the tiny frozen window. Still metal... Still cold.

Nope, Mikey still had nothing. He sat down next to the donuts, more exhausted than he thought he should be. Must be the cold...

No! Gotta stay awake. Mikey's head snapped up as he tried pacing again.

A sudden thought hit him. The hinges!

Mikey scrambled over to the other side of the door, searching with cold hands for anything he could grasp.

His hands brushed a knob. Curious, he turned it. Nothing happened.

Mikey let out a frustrated groan and hit the knob.

It pushed in. Looking up, he turned the knob again.

Click.

The door came open slightly, just enough to grab and pull open the rest of the way. Mikey whooped quietly at his accomplishment. As soon as he was out, he darted back in and grabbed the bag of donuts he'd left on the floor.

A small pile of money was left on the counter, and the window closed.

Skateboarding through the sewers really warmed a turtle up. The donuts were hidden snugly away in his backpack, and he grabbed them out as he entered his home.

Kicking up the skateboard and ditching the backpack, Mikey opened the bag as he approached the kitchen.

"Come and get it!"

No one appeared. Mikey looked around in confusion. He was sure he'd left his brothers right here.

Splinter opened the dojo door. He could have sworn he'd heard- "Michelangelo!"

Mikey turned, grinning as he saw Master Splinter. "Hey dad! Where's everyone at?"

Splinter stepped forward. "Looking for you. You told Raphael you would be back in twenty minutes."

Mikey thought back. "I did, didn't I? How long has it been?"

Splinter shook his head slightly. "About an hour."

"What!?"

"Your brothers must be very worried. I believe calling them would be best."

Mikey whipped out his shell cell and speed-dialed Leo's number.

Splinter chuckled to himself as he heard his youngest son explain himself. He walked back to the dojo.

"No, Leo- Home. Yeah. It's a long story... Yep! Okay. Bye."

Mikey sat at the table until his brothers came home.

Leo pounced on him first with the lectures, unsurprisingly. "You could've been hurt! We thought you were dead- or worse!"

Donnie waited for Leo to finish before he too, jumped in. "That cell phone is the only way we could have had any idea as to where you'd gone off to, and when the dot didn't show up on the screen, I thought someone had destroyed it on purpose!"

Raph seemed especially angry. "You said twenty minutes! It's been an hour! How're we s'possed to know where you are if you don't turn on your phone!"

Mikey explained what happened to his brothers as best he could. After some time, they calmed down. Leo left for the dojo, Donnie went back to his lab, and Raph still glared slightly.

Mikey meekly offered him a donut, and Raph took the one Mikey thought he'd like. His glare softened before his expression deadpanned.

"Mike."

"Yeah?"

"These are cold."

"... Yeah."