“So where’s the fourth Ninja Turtle?” I looked around for Caleb, and Darius spewed smoke between his lips, making me arch a brow at him. “You haven’t had a fight with Michelangelo, have you?”
“Pfft,” Seth cut in. “Excuse me, but I’d be Michelangelo. Caleb’s Leonardo. Darius is Raphael, and Max is Donatello. Oh, and I guess that makes you the mutant rat, sir. Master Splinter.”