Smart like Donatello
Michelangelo ducked beneath the storm of purple lasers coming from every which way and aimed a kick at one of the Kraang-droids who was pointing its gun at him. The droid fell on it back and the maneuvering Kraang leapt out from the body to crawl away. Mikey managed to step on one of its tentacle, swung it around and toss it towards the wall like a Frisbee.
His brothers were still chained to the sinister-looking operating table, apparently out cold, wires attached to their bodies and a helmet on each of their heads. The machines surrounding them were still humming and whirring , and the flashes of light did not look pretty to Mikey. He managed a flip that took out five Kraang-droids and swung his nunchakus that knocked out the last two before he can turn his attention to the machines.
His older brothers had gone on a spying mission to one of the Kraang's known warehouses earlier that night. Mikey was left behind as a punishment for fiddling with the electric circuit that Donatello had just fixed, causing a blackout in their lair and nearly blowing up Donnie's lab in the process (he still wasn't sure how that could happen). When they had not returned four hours later, Splinter had (reluctantly) allowed him to go looking, with the condition that he would report back and not do anything foolish.
Naturally, he had to fall through the skylight and had twenty Kraang-droids on his shell in the process, so a phone call to Sensei was rather impossible.
Mikey eyed the machines warily. He tried to lift the helmet on Leonardo, but go electrocuted. He was no tech wizard but even he knew that this looked like some form of mind experiment not unlike the body switch incident that caused Raphael's mind to exchange with a Kraang.
I don't understand any of this, Mikey thought stupidly. Machines and wires were Donnie's expertise; he was the one usually fiddling with something even in the middle of a full-scale world invasion. Mikey could not touch a plug without blacking out the whole sewer (as demonstrated in the aforementioned grounding). On a normal Kraang machine, he would be more than happy to bang his way through the buttons, but not when his brothers' lives were potentially at stake.
His panic level rose when he heard a menacing beep coming from the machine closest to Donnie. Whatever he had to do, he needed to do it now. He glanced at Donnie's face, still serenely flat and emotionless. Donnie was smart, the smartest. He should have been the one manning this one instead of him.
Gripping the table full of buttons, Mikey took a deep breath. He had spent enough time in Donnie's lab, pestering Donnie to tell him every this and that and explain his inventions to Mikey. Surely he'd have caught something. He raked his brain for any information Donnie may have let slip, resisting the urge to simply reach for the socket on the wall and pull the plug.
He eyed the machine's control to try and find his bearing. There must be something on this keyboard that can stop the experiment and revive his brothers. He caught sight of a tiny red button at the very end, marked 'abort' in big bold letters. This may help. It is the most logical.
Mikey quickly reached for the button, knowing he may only have seconds to save his brother. Smart. I need to be smart, Mikey thought silently.
Smart like Donnie.