Michelangelo had been sneaking into a new pizza place for weeks. The smell of freshly baked pizzas had tempted him more than he could resist, so he started stealing a few boxes and bringing them back to the lair, like a little secret stash to share with his brothers. Every night, he would come back with his hands full of pizza, thinking no one would notice. But that night, the pizzeria owner, a cunning woman with a keen eye, had started to get suspicious. Someone was taking the boxes without paying, and it wasn't just any thief. After a couple of nights of watching and setting up a trap, she finally caught him in the act.

Just as Michelangelo was grabbing another pizza box, a net fell on him from the ceiling, completely immobilizing him. "Ahh! It can't be!" Mikey screamed, trying to free himself.* "It's just a pizza! I swear!"

Michelangelo pulled the T-phone out of his belt with difficulty, his large fingers trying to quickly dial his brothers' number. Moments later, Leonardo, Raphael, and Donatello received the call.

"Guys! Help! I'm trapped in a pizzeria! I need backup! Raph! Leo! Donnie! This is horrible! The pizza betrayed me!" Mikey said, his voice cracking with nerves.

Raphael, with a mix of disbelief and annoyance, sighed heavily on the other end of the line.

Leonardo was the first to react, with a mix of exasperation and concern. "Mikey... what did you do this time?"

Without hesitation, the three brothers headed to the pizzeria to rescue their younger brother, already accustomed to this kind of mischief. But this time, things were getting more complicated than they thought. Michelangelo was caught in the net, swinging awkwardly as he tried to free himself, but the more he moved, the more entangled he became.

As Michelangelo realized he couldn't escape the net, tears began to well up in his eyes. He thrashed desperately, but he was hopelessly trapped.