A few hours—and several death threats—later, Kameko slouched in an armchair in the living room, sulking. She glared at Donatello, who sat on the floor by the coffee table. The table was covered in bits and pieces of the toaster he was trying to repair.

"This is your fault, you know," she grumbled.

The turtle looked up. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"If you'd'a fixed the freakin' thing right the first time, it wouldn't have gone nuclear on me this morning."

He sighed. "Sorry, ok? I thought it was fixed, I really did!"

"Shoulda tested it, Mr. Fix-It."

He shot her an exasperated look. "Kameko, I said I was sorry, all right!?"

"I know you are, now apologize."

"Oh, that's cute, that's reeeaaally mature, Meko. Just how old are you? Five?"

She just scowled at him. A moment later, Michelangelo strolled in, all grins.

"Hey, guys, what's happenin'? He looked from Donatello to Kameko, and then to Raphael, who had been sitting silently on the far end of the couch. When he didn't get a response, he shrugged and plopped down on the couch next to his brother.

"Sooo... I guess I'll just sit here and sulk like everybody else."

At that, Kameko looked at him. "Whatever blows yer skirt up, Mike."

Mikey rolled his eyes and snatched a deck of cards off the end table. Since no one seemed to be in much of a talking mood, he amused himself by shuffling the deck over and over.

Kameko smirked as she watched him

"Hey, Mike, You ain't playin' with a full deck, y'know that?"

He stopped shuffling, clearly confused. "Huh? I thought we just bought this deck! How could someone lose a card already?"

And then he heard the snickering. Which quickly became all out laughter at the fact that he had, as usual, completely missed the joke. He looked as his siblings in bewilderment.

"What!? What's so fun– HEY!"