Dusting

Splinter stared at the chaos that until recently had been his home.

"Don! Don wait! He didn't do it on purpose!"

"I don't care! He's DEAD!"

The melodic scream of his youngest drew Splinter's attention across the room. Held high above Michelangelo's head was a mess of dust, fur, and were those feathers?

"Come on Donne!" the orange banded ninja yelled. "Klunk was just dusting! He didn't mean to break your experiment thingy!"

Donatello sprinted after his younger brother with what looked like a broken lamp post.

"Dusting is your job Mikey!" Don yelled angrily. "AND TYING A FEATHER DUSTER TO YOUR CAT DOESNT COUNT!"

Leonardo and Raphael brought up the rear in the odd train, trying to placate the normally passive ninja, or disarm him. Neither was working.

Splinter simply turned back around and re-entered his room. Why did Spring Cleaning always end up making such a mess?