Mask and the MishapMask and the Mishap1 year ago in General Fiction
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Mask and the Mishap
Baggy clothes, oversized shoes, and two fifty pound bags of cat food were a bit much even for the athletically limber Michelangelo.
Stumbling into the lair, he stepped on the toe of his own shoe and nearly fell headlong down the ramp. Only his freakishly supernatural sense of balance kept him upright, but he did juggle the cat food, dropping one bag in the process.
As luck would have it, or at least Mikey's luck, the bag didn't break. Kicking his shoes off and sending them flying, Mikey squatted down and retrieved the bag, his grip still tight on the other one.
Klunk suddenly appeared out of nowhere, his ability to blend into the shadows rivaling that of their oldest brother Leonardo's. Yowling excitedly, Klunk began to wind his way in and out of Mikey's legs. Having scented the food, Klunk was eagerly letting his Dad know of his approval.
"Good Klunk, nice Klunk," Mikey crooned. "Please be a good Klunky and stop trying to trip me."