“Whoa, what was in those pizzas dude!” Michelangelo groaned.
“I don’t know, but this has Krang written all over it.”
It was getting difficult for Raphael to hold back his laughter.
Michelangelo looked the same, but with one noticeable difference. Somehow the youngest turtle was now very noticeably female.
“Maybe you should change your name to Michelle-Angelo.” Raph couldn’t hold back his laughter any more, collapsing against the wall as he burst into hysterics.
Michelangelo crossed her arms across her chest, pouting, but following the hysterical Raphael back home.
“Co’mon Shelly, maybe Donatello can find a way to fix this.”
