You and the Ninja Turtles were in your car, though saying you could “fit” was an exaggeration. The space was tight, especially since you were all piled into the backseat, which was pretty uncomfortable for four giant turtles. Their shells bumped into each other with every movement, and their legs stretched uncomfortably, trying to find space between the seats.

“This… is definitely not made for mutants,” Raphael complained, trying to shrug his shoulders so he wouldn’t crush Michelangelo.

“I know, I know,” you replied, throwing a quick glance at the rearview mirror and watching Leonardo try to stay serious while Donatello accidentally elbowed him every time the car hit a bump.

Michelangelo, always the most laid-back, tried to see it with humor. “Hey, at least we’re closer than ever, right?” He said with a smile, though even he had to admit that being so tightly packed wasn’t the most comfortable.

Donatello, with his usual logic, commented, “Maybe next time we can modify a slightly more spacious vehicle… or at least one with a bigger trunk.”

The car moved slowly down the street, as you tried to concentrate on driving despite the complaints and comments of the turtles behind you. Although the ride was uncomfortable, there was something undeniably comical about the situation: four teenage mutant ninja turtles trying to fit into a space that was clearly not designed for them.

You were the only human taxi driver who didn't run away when they called a taxi.