We were ten years old.

We got a speech from our father about how there is great danger in the outside world. He had decided that not long from now, we would have to start some sort of training.

I had looked over Mikey. He started to ramble about being a hero. He told us about how one day he would become the national hero of New York City. No villan would be able to stop him because they would be so scared.

This annoyed Leo and Raph but his cute little smile had warmed my heart.

"Do you have 11 protons Mikey?" I asked. "Because you are sodium cute."

"I don't know what you said Don," he said in his cute little voice. "But I sure do agree!"

No. You don't understand.