"Dooooonnieeee! I'm really sorry!" Mikey's whining tone was muffled by the wooden door leading to the resident genius's beloved laboratory.

Massaging at his throbbing temples, Donatello sighed in exasperation. "I know, Mikey. I heard you say so the first six times."

"Are you going to let me back in?"

The purple banded turtle choked back a laugh. His eyes swept over the top of his lab bench where the burnt and blackened remains of his papers lay between glass beakers and a Bunsen burner. Small pools of water dribbled over the edge of the bench to puddle on the floor. Thankfully, he had been able to put out the fire before it had spread any further.

"No."

"Why noooooot?"

With that, Donatello's normally calm nature erupted from frustration. "Michelangelo, the research that I've been working for months on is now gone because you were messing around in here! I told you more than once to stop playing with those chemicals! I had loads of data that I'll have to recollect!" He looked around his lab sadly, noting the water running down the walls. "And you managed to soak everything in my lab! This mess is unbelievable! You are NOT allowed in here!"

There was a moment of silence before Michelangelo spoke, trying one last time to offer a defense for his actions.

"How was I supposed to know water wouldn't put out an ethanol fire?"