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        "No, no, bro, I swear, it was huge."

         As if it would prove his point, Michelangelo stood up on his tiptoes and stretched his arms out as far as they would go, flailing his limbs for emphasis. The action didn't do much, though, as the smallest turtle was still tiny and only managed to look like a beached fish. He pouted, a bit, and finally rocked back on his heels before crossing his arms across his plastron.

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12. Stuck halfway out a window

Michelangelo couldn’t help but snicker- a lame attempt at hiding his laughter. The mission had taken a turn for the worst, but they’d handled it.

No, correction, the awesome, in control, leadrly like Mikester had. His sister, somehow, found herself stuck in a window about halfway through the battle, so Mikey had taken it upon himself to finish off the Kraang droids highhandedly. He didn’t do such a bad job of it, either.

Bodies pressed against the small terrapin; he let out a frustrated cry as an elbow jammed into his cheek. Grumbling, he stepped back and dove in a different place, crouching down to duck and dodge legs and arms. He was tiny, nearly child sized, so it wasn't all that big of a problem to him. At one point, though, the folds of an over sized, obviously expensive gown tripped him up, and he got a good whack on the head by one of those folding fans that the rich women carried with them. Otherwise, he managed to get through to the front nearly unscathed.

Michelangelo was faced by the docks. Foamy sea water splashed up against the wood, soaking the feet of the pirates. Cargo was being loaded aboard their ship. These particular pirates loved to harass his home town, always finding new ways to get the citizens to fork over their valuables. This time they held the mayor at sword point. A man, likely the captain, was directing his men with dog like barks.

Now that he had a clear view of his surroundings, he could make a totally foolproof plan. His best bet was to climb inside one of those big crates, hope he wouldn't be found.

As stealthily as he could manage, Mikey ducked back behind the crowd and crept along the side of the building, through the alley ways, and popped up back behind the stacks of valuables. The pirate guards weren't looking his way- they were more concerned about the angry people crowded around their ship.

Letting out a giddy little giggle, Mikey scurried to the mound of crates, glancing left and right before reaching to pop the top off of one of the biggest ones, which had yet to be moved. Inside he found various jewels and trinkets. It would be a tight and not very comfortable fit, but it would work.

Emphasis on not comfortable. There were sharp jewels and coins and who knows what digging into his arms and legs, and one are was bent at a bad angle. He didn't have time to move, as he felt the crate being lifted. There were a few grunts from outside, someone shouted, and he was begin lifted up at a third angle. Was he really heavy enough that they needed another pair of hands?

-- "Before I say anything, let's both agree that you'll never tell anyone about me.

-- "You know how the saying goes, bro."