On the walk....

"Mikey?"

"Yeah, Lana?"

"Why'd Donnie lie?"

"I dunno Kiddo."

"He's not gonna get away with taking off and lying, is he?"

"I don't think so."

"Good. 'Cause he never lets me get away with it."

Michaelangelo chuckled. "You've a point there."

"Where are we going?"

"Wherever you want," Michaelangelo shrugged. "It don't matter to me."

"Hmm..." Lana thought. "Can we go to Central Park?"

"Well.I'm supposed to have my hat and trench coat if I go up top.." Michaelangelo trailed off. "I don't have it on me, and we can't go back just yet, so..."

"We can't go," Lana finished. "Figures."

"Sorry. I'd take you, but you know the rules."

"I think we need new ones 'cause the ones we got stink."

Michaelangelo smiled. "Yeah, I guess they do kinda stink, don't they?"

Lana grinned at him suddenly. "You wanna see my secret spot that no one knows 'bout?"

"Not even Jeff."

"Duh! Mikey! Jeff don't know I live down here."

"Oh, yeah, right."

"C'mon. I'll show you. You can be the only one who knows where it is, in case of an emergency."

"Okay. Sure. Let's go."

Lana then dragged Michaelangelo throughout the sewers until she finally reached her secret spot.

"You swear to secrecy?" She asked seriously.

"Yep."

"Say it. I, Michaelangelo, solemnly swear not to tell a soul where Lana's secret hideout is."

"I, Michaelangelo..."