Mike's enjoying the relative solitude of his now quiet living room when...he hears it. The tell-tale sound of someone trying not to be heard.
Splinter is coming.
Slowly Mike looks up and over at the once bare wall which is now has a glowing chalk outline of a door on it.
"....oh crap," he says. A fraction of a second later he springs to his feet and then races around the living room like a chicken with its head chopped off looking for something to cover the door with.
First he considers a ficus, but no...no big enough. Then he considers a sleepy Stampy on TOP of the ficus, but she's too squirmy once he's woken her from her nap.
When Splinter enters the house Mike is mid-way through attempting to relocate the fridge.
The old man merely stands and waits for his son to notice him.
Meanwhile...
The tell-tale sound of someone trying not to be heard.
Splinter is coming.
Slowly Mike looks up and over at the once bare wall which is now has a glowing chalk outline of a door on it.
"....oh crap," he says. A fraction of a second later he springs to his feet and then races around the living room like a chicken with its head chopped off looking for something to cover the door with.
First he considers a ficus, but no...no big enough.
Then he considers a sleepy Stampy on TOP of the ficus, but she's too squirmy once he's woken her from her nap.
When Splinter enters the house Mike is mid-way through attempting to relocate the fridge.
The old man merely stands and waits for his son to notice him.