Turtles Forever

Touch And Go

In the Lair, Donnie and Leatherhead were trying to set up the TV to get the power back on. The turtles decided to let Leatherhead stay with them since he had no where else to live.

"Now the red one," Leatherhead instructs Donnie and he slowly inches the two wires closer to each other. "Careful, careful," Donnie carefully connected the two wires.

"Now the blue wire," Donnie connects them and the TVs comes on. "Aha, good, it's working."

Mikey runs up to Leatherhead from behind, holding a tinfoil hat in his hands. "Here, Leatherhead, wear this for a minute," He jumps up and places the hat on Leatherhead's head, who looks in confusion.

"Huh? What?"

'Mikey, what are you doing?" Donnie questioned as Mikey flips and sits on the couch. Alopex walked over and took a seat next to him.

"Trying to get some TV reception," Mikey answered.

"If you wait a minute, we'll have a whole new computerized communications array up and running," Donnie said, a little annoyed.

"I don't want TV in a minute, I want it now," Mikey explained.

"We are in the middle of a very delicate procedure here," Donnie said as he and Leatherhead try to fix the TVs.

"So am I," Mikey replied, shrugging. "Leatherhead, lean to the right." Leatherhead does as he asks. "No to the left. A little more," Then the TV above him starts to work.

"Wait, don't move. We got something!" Mikey exclaimed.

"A short time has passed since the mind-boggling alien invasion, but New York is already getting back on it's feet. Citywide cleanup efforts will take time. Police are urging citizens not to touch anything, there's still a lot of live alien ordinance out there," "And some good news, the Justice Force is back in action, helping cleanup crews all over the city."

"Hey, it's my pal, Silver Century!" Mikey said, pointing to the TV. "And the little bot dude, NANO! You go super dude! You-" The TV turns to static as the connection was lost.

"Aww, they were just getting to the best part. Smooth move, Leather dork."

Leatherhead eyes narrowed into slits and he growls in anger, hearing the comment. He turns to Mikey, taking off the hat and crumpling it in his hands and throws it away, clenching his fists. Donnie walks up to Leatherhead and places a hand on the crocodile's arm.

"Easy does it, Leatherhead, don't listen to him," Donnie assures him. "Mikey makes everybody crazy. It's his secret mutant power."

Mikey crosses his arms. Splinter opens his doors from his room and steps out.

"Donatello, have Yuuki, Leonardo, Raphael, Venus and Mona returned from Miss O'Neil's?" He questioned, walking to the living room to the group.

"Not yet, Master Splinter," Donnie answered.

"Come Michelangelo, you are only causing trouble here," Splinter tells Mikey. "Donatello and Leatherhead have important work to do. You and I will inspect the sewer tunnels. They may have been damaged in the alien attack," Mikey slumps his shoulders and follows after Splinter.