The Sewers, New York City, Thursday Evening
Whoever said that a turtle couldn't do the electric slide had clearly never seen Michelangelo in his element.
Step step step! Clap!
Whoever said that Michelangelo wasn't capable of dancing had clearly never seen him groove to the tunes, adding in his own moves for good measure.
Step kick step! Clap! Step kick kick- SMASH.
Whoever said that Michelangeo was coordinated enough to dance without causing mass chaos had clearly never seen him attempt doing so before.
Michelangelo stared at the television set, his mouth agape, as it was now more of a 'lamp-o-vision,' really.
...
"MICHELANGELO!!!"
And so, once again, Mikey found himself hiding on a cattle train bound for Fandom.
"Bummer."
"Moo."
[[NFI, NFB, OOC is love, Mikey's coming baaaaaaaack, yay!]]
Step step step! Clap!
Whoever said that Michelangelo wasn't capable of dancing had clearly never seen him groove to the tunes, adding in his own moves for good measure.
Step kick step! Clap! Step kick kick- SMASH.
Whoever said that Michelangeo was coordinated enough to dance without causing mass chaos had clearly never seen him attempt doing so before.
Michelangelo stared at the television set, his mouth agape, as it was now more of a 'lamp-o-vision,' really.
...
"MICHELANGELO!!!"
And so, once again, Mikey found himself hiding on a cattle train bound for Fandom.
"Bummer."
"Moo."
[[NFI, NFB, OOC is love, Mikey's coming baaaaaaaack, yay!]]