Master Splinter Clause. The rotund rat crams handfuls of cookies into his ravenous maw, letting his jelly belly rest upon the table as he ate. The Santa outfit he was sporting was clearly too small for him, but he didn't mind, his goal right now was to eat as many Christmas cookies as he could. After his cookie feast, Splinter got his gut off the table and moved to the fridge for a gallon of milk, completely unaware he was waddling. Getting so fat without realizing how fat he's getting.