In the dimly lit depths of the sewers, amidst the maze of tunnels and pipes, Michelangelo, the ever-energetic and free-spirited member of the Ninja Turtles, had a brilliant idea. With a wide grin stretching across his face, he announced to his brothers and their friend April, "Hey dudes and dudette, how about we throw a pizza party?"

And that was that. Michelangelo wouldn't let the idea go. He loved parties and he loved pizza. Boom! The two meshed together and it was perfect. And who better to get on the mission than dragging his best friend along with him?

Without wasting a moment, Michelangelo sprang into action. He rummaged through their stash of supplies, pulling out bags of flour, cans of tomato sauce, and an assortment of toppings. With his trusty nunchucks twirling in the air, he set up a makeshift pizza station in the center of their lair. "Oh yeah, we're gonna make New York style pizza---the best kind of pizza, of course!" He exclaimed, hands on his hips as he ignored his friend's pointed stares.

As he tossed balls of dough into the air with a carelessness that stemmed from his own excitment, Michelangelo's infectious laughter filled the air. "Cowabunga, dudes! Let's get this party started!" Michelangelo cranked up the volume on his boombox, filling the cavernous space with upbeat tunes. With each beat, he danced and spun, his movements fluid and full of life.

And of course because he wasn't paying attention the pizza dough he tossed into air landed right on his best friend.

"....Oopsies. Mayyybe we should just order some pizza?"