Mikey was enjoying a burst of creative inspiration, working on a new drawing in his room. He had some music playing to help the creativity flow and all his art supplies laid out around him. His focus was only broken when his dragon, Jazzy, nudged his shoulder and whined. "Michelangelo, I'm bored! Can't we go out and play a bit?"

"In a minute, ok?" Mikey murmured, noticing a part of his subject's anatomy that was off. He erased the wonky lines and tried again, ignoring the shuffling of Jazzy behind him. He forgot about her for a while until he heard a crash. He whirled around and saw that Jazzy had stuck her head into his art supply cabinet out of curiosity and accidently pushed it too far. It had fallen over and broken part of the shelving, Jazzy sitting next to it in a way that made her look like a big dog guilty of being bad.