"Rube then," he corrected himself blandly. The ninja turtle stretched and rolled his head a bit. He took in a deep breath. As he let the breath out, his blueish green skin turned pinkish and then faded to more of Pete's skin tone. His mask and gear became part of his body as it shrank and contorted to Pete's normal shape.

In a matter of moments, a red-haired teenage boy sat in Franklin's office. He wore a t-shirt and jeans. He blinked at the book sitting in his lap.