Zoe
When we stepped through the front door I could hear Andrea's giggles and Anton's taunting of his uncle. With my first step I was ankle deep in toys, baby dolls, ponies, colorful bears with emblems sewn on their tummies, action figures, cars, costumes. Anywhere I looked there were toys. My eyes travelled up the walls to the chandelier were a stuffed bear was strung up under its arms with Michelangelo's mask.
"Oh my God," I yelped, wading through the mess, following the sounds of hysteria coming from the playroom. The sea was never ending.
I didn't even know we had this many toys.
"I told you so." Raph grumbled, following me.
The play area held a turned over children's table and chairs, a mess of giant blocks, and a train track that actually seemed to have been planned out to circle the room, although two dripping sippy cups rode the locomotive and freight cars around. And from the trail of purple staining the floor they contained grape juice. Not to mention that it looked like someone had taken the popcorn maker and fired it around the room. In the middle of it all was Michelangelo, bound at the hands and feet. Are those electrical cords? Where'd they get electrical cords? God, tell me they haven't been in Donnie's lab! Andrea bounced on Mike's head and Anton was jumping up and down on his uncle's shell.
"Jesus Mike, what happened?" I rubbed my face, taking it all in.
This was only two kids.
I eyed the naked faced nunchuk master, bound and subdued by two small children, wide fair blue eyes begging for mercy.
Well, I guess two kids, was debatable.
Mikey's whimpered, "Help?"
"Idiot," Raph grumbled.
"Raph," I frowned at my scowling mate then glared at Antonello, who immediately jumped off his uncle.
"Umpf," Mikey grunted.
Raph looked at me, the mess, his tied up brother with Andrea still bouncing on his head, then back to me, "What did we just do?"
"Big picture. Just keep telling yourself, big picture." I closed my eyes, "Big picture…"