They sloshed through the wide underground drainage pipe. As usual, the entire team was there: Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, Raphael, and Bobby M. Shredder was at it once again, but the turtles and Bobby M were ready to save the day. Armed with sword, nunchaku, stick, sai, and pure enthusiasm, they were a formidable posse. Shredder was hiding somewhere in these tunnels, but the thick concrete and dirt between the turns blocked the signal from their tracking device, so they were going to have to find him by wandering around and listening very hard with their keen turtle and Bobby M hearing.

“So, where do you think he is?” whispered an excited Bobby M.

“Hush,” breathed Donatello.

“Ok.”

They searched the tunnels all night, back and forth, up and down, but they didn’t find anything, not even a hint. Eventually they got tired and went back to their apartment and went to bed. All but Bobby M, he went to his own home.