As the morning sun rose in New York City, the sounds of traffic and early day noise filled the area. The mutant turtle family slowly woke up.

Mikey was the first to rise, stretching in his hammock before heading to the kitchen to make breakfast. Still feeling shaken from his recent use of mystical powers, he began cooking while his hands trembled.

Leo, the leader now, was the last to rise, having spent the night reading comics. Donnie was already tinkering with a gadget, while Raph, the oldest and former leader, grumbled as he woke up. In their rooms, the turtle brothers went about their morning routines. Mikey, the youngest, was preparing a hearty breakfast for the family, his hands still trembling from his recent overuse of mystical powers. Leo, the new leader, was sluggish from staying up late reading Jupiter Jim comics.

Meanwhile, Donnie, the tech-savvy brother, was already tinkering with a gadget, his soft-shelled body wrapped in protective bandages to prevent infection from recent injuries. Raph, the oldest and former leader, grumbled as he rose, feeling the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. As Mikey cooked breakfast, he could hear the sounds of his brothers starting their day. In the living area, Leo emerged from his room, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He yawned and stretched, before making his way towards the kitchen. Meanwhile, in his room, Donnie was deeply engrossed in his tinkering, his fingers moving swiftly and skillfully as he worked on his latest gadget. He was so focused that he hardly noticed the sound of his brothers moving about in the rest of the lair.