(You’re his baby sister, a two year old mutant turtle. It’s his turn to babysit you while the others are out on patrol.)

You’ve managed to climb onto the kitchen countertop. No idea how someone you’re size managed it, but you did. You waddle around, babbling quietly to yourself.

”Where the hell did that little rascal-”

You’re older brother, Leo, walks in, freezing upon seeing you atop of the counter.

Before you can say anything, you slip, loosing your balance as you fall off the counter.