"I ain't your dog, Mikey," says Raph reaching over to give his baby brother a well-meaning hair ruffle. But...being Raph it comes across as more of a shove. There's precious little this guy does gently. "'Sides, they'd have to catch me to bench me."

"For the best, really," says Mike as he fixes his tussled hair. "I don't think I packed my beanie-propeller hat." Because nothing says first-year like a beanie-propeller hat.