The alarm clock going off in the morning instantly woke Randall up. But Mikey was kind of a heavy sleeper.

"Hey! Your clock is going off!" Randall shouted. He put the pillow over his head. He hadn't heard an alarm clock in some time and he knew how annoying they could be.

"Hey!" He shouted again. That did it.

Randall got off the mattress and climbed up to Mikey's level. "Hey! Wake up!" When the turtle didn't stir, it gave him an idea. He took one of his hands and hit Mikey real hard on the shoulder.

"Ahh! Ahh!" Mikey was up in an instant.

"I told you to wake up! Your clock is going off." Randall said beside him.

Mikey looked to his right and the purple lizard was right beside him, hanging on the wall. He then reached over and turned off his clock. So the strange lizard he had dreamt about wasn't a dream after all.

"What's the point of the clock if you don't wake up to it?"

"Leo insisted on it. I'm just a heavy sleeper." Mikey said.

"Yeah, well, I'm not."

"My brothers usually end up waking me up for training."

"Well, if I stay in here, I'm going to be the one waking you up if I hear that clock go off."

"That might be a good idea, Randall. It'll save my brothers the trouble." Mikey said.

"You need to be responsible for getting yourself up on time for things. If you were in school, you'd be in trouble just for being late."

"I do get in trouble when I'm late for practice."

"Fine, maybe just for a little while. But once I'm accepted here, I'm not going to be doing it all the time." Randall climbed back down.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Randall vanished. Mikey was beginning to come down his ladder.

"Mikey, time to get up." It was Leo. He came into the room and saw Mikey already up.

"Morning, Leo." Mikey said with a smile.

"Morning, Mikey. Time for training." Leo was surprised Mikey was already up.

Mikey got his gear on and grabbed his weapons and headed out. Leo followed. The door was left open.

Randall reappeared and he snuck out when the coast was clear. He heard an old man's voice and he peered around the corner. From what his vision could make out from this distance, he saw four green forms and a gray one in brown clothes. This must have been their adoptive father that Mikey had told him about.

Splinter explained what they were going to do and then he paired the turtles up to do the moves. Raph and Mikey. Leo and Don.

Randall vanished and got closer, but higher. He climbed a pillar closer to their training area.

He could make out that while they were training, Randall's hearing was good. He could hear Mikey making fun of Raph, and it was making Raph lose his temper. The red banded turtle lost his temper in the end with the orange wearing one and it made him lose the match.

Mikey knew how to fight smart. He laughed at his older brother's failure. But it didn't stop Raph from trying to get back at him.

He did get a hold of Mikey and he pinned him down when he got a hold of him. He was ready to pound his head in.

"Raph, stop!" Mikey cried out.

Raph was so enraged that Leo had to step in. "Raph! Have you lost your mind?" He had his arm pinned behind him.

Raph then realized what he had almost done. "Mikey, guys, I'm sorry."

Leo released him.

"Raphael, you should not let anger control you. You must learn to accept failure with humility when it comes to your brothers." Splinter said.

"I know, but Mikey just pushed my buttons." Raph replied.

Randall had heard the wise wisdom too. Perhaps there was something to be learned here.

Mikey got up.

"Michelangelo, you should know better than to get Raphael so worked up." Splinter said.

"I do, I just like to play around with him when he just ignores me most of the time."

"There are better ways to get him to pay attention to you than making him mad." Leo said.

"Yeah, I'm mad at you enough." Raph said.

"Now this training session is over." Splinter said. "And we are going to move on to defense move training."

The boys all knew that training was exhausting, but it helped to know all those moves for their self defenses.

Randall watched and listened as Splinter went on to name certain moves and the turtles did each move with big battle cries. They were definitely high jumpers.

When they were done, the turtles all collapsed from exhaustion. It took the boys a little longer to move.

After that, they all went to the kitchen for breakfast. The workouts had worked up appetites. Randall was hungry too, but he wasn't ready to reveal himself just yet. He followed them and could smell the food as Mikey made pancakes.

Mike had said he would bring food to Randall. But Randall was so used to stealing his food. He could maybe sneak in, but it was too risky right now. He would wait. He was going to give Mike a chance.

The family dove right into the pancakes when they were done. They were so good.

Just watching the others eat was making Randall even hungrier. His stomach gave off a good loud growl, making him place his lower hands on it. He was on the ceiling peeking in right now. He was still invisible.

Splinter's ears perked up. He thought he heard something.

Don noticed his father straightening up. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"I thought I heard something." Splinter replied, cautious.

It made all the turtles stiffen too. Mikey had a nervous feeling he knew what it was. It had to be Randall. Or the cat, Klunk.

"Michelangelo, go check to make sure your cat is not causing trouble." Splinter said.

"Yes, Sensei." Mike said. He left the kitchen.

Randall left and ran back to the room.

Mikey reached his room and he found Randall there. "Was that you out there?"

"It might have been."

"Master Splinter can pick up on and hear things better than we can. So you need to be more careful."

"He said you have a cat?"

"Yeah. Klunk's around here somewhere."

"Klunk?"

"That's what I named him. I found him on Christmas night a couple years ago. He has the whole run of the lair."

Randall wasn't too fond of cats. But if he was going to stay here, he would have to tolerate the cat.

"I'll bring you some breakfast after they all leave the table, I promise." Mikey said. Then he left the room.

Mikey did find Klunk in the chair in the living room. He was sleeping and not causing trouble. He went back to the kitchen.

"Found him. He's in the chair in the living room. What noise you heard wasn't him." Mikey said. "It might have been just a stray rat running through."

"Maybe." Splinter said.

Leo had been watching intensely too. He really hoped that strange feeling of someone watching them out in public hadn't followed them to their lair. If it did, then they could be in trouble.

After breakfast, the family all broke up to go do their own things and Mikey, as promised, made more pancakes and brought some to Randall.

While Randall was eating, Mikey got curious. "So, where's your family?"

Randall froze.

"I don't have one. No parents or siblings. Never knew them. I was an orphan." Randall said simply.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I've learned the only one I can count on is me."

"True, but sometimes you need the love and support of others just to get certain jobs done."

"I've never had a fulfilling loving relationship in my life. I was always the geek who was taken advantage of and picked on." Randall said sadly.

"My brothers may pick on me too, but they always stand up for me from dangerous enemies. My dad even once took a blow for me from the Shredder."

Randall took another bite and he asked, "Who is this guy?"

"He's not even a human. He's an alien Utrom."

Randall nearly choked on his pancake. He swallowed it and said, "What? An alien?"

"Yeah, we were shocked too when we found out the Shredder's biggest secret. He was so tough to kill and then we found out why. He had such thick armor on, he was nearly impossible to kill." Mikey explained.

"Have you guys killed before?"

"Not on purpose. If we ever do, it's in the heat of battle only."

Randall realized that even though these beings fought, they didn't intentionally fight to kill. But then, good guys didn't usually.

"Thanks for the food, Kid." Randall gave the dish back.

Mikey took the plate back out to the kitchen.

Randall wanted to consider himself good, but he was just so severely misunderstood. He had tried to do something good for the monster world and it was all Sullivan's fault for messing up his plans.

He could have made a name for himself in his own world should his plans have succeeded. He could have been recognized as a savior of the city. But it hadn't worked out that way. He still deeply hated Sullivan and Wazowski for illegally banishing him.

But here he was in a new life and around different beings now. He would have to make the best of his situation.