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Mike doesn't bound down the stairs today. No, instead he sedately wanders down with a rather large covered basket under his arm. It looks something like a sewing basket. He takes a seat at an out of the way table, and begins to unpack various and sundry sewing supplies.

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*Tim can't help himself. He comes sniffing up to Mike, his face elongated and lupine.*

My, what a pretty basket that is my dear....And where are you off to?

Without missing a beat, Mike takes a piece of black pinstiped fabric and tosses it over his head.

"Why I'm going to visit my grandmother who lives deep within this wood."

Then he taps the table.

"Hello? Grandmother? CAN YOU HEAR ME?!?!?"

*Tim shakes hsi head and his face shifts back to normal.*

So, whacha sewin? Another nightie?

He sighs wistfully.

"If only I had the right material. The potential for torment is right off the scale. But no, I'm letting out my tux for the party on Sunday. I've shed a couple of times since I made it, and I don't think it'll fit anymore."

*Tim grins, holding up a hand.*

I can make sure it fits, if you like.

"You don't know how to sew...do you?"

I Can always magic it the right size.

*Tims grin grows bigger.*

Or magic you the right size...

"Trust me man, I know what you're capable of...but you're avoiding the question. Do you, or do you not know how to....wait..magic me?"

*Tim nods, that grin with justa tint of evil.*

Oh yeh, it would be no problem to magic you. I could even make you the same size as your brother.

"Which one?"

Raph.

"Which height?"

*Tim waggles his fingers, little sparkles of magic dancing.*

Current. Temporary.

"That'd throw off my whole game, you know that right?"

Might be fun to try it, see why your brother likes it.

*Tim is just thinking of the looks on peoples faces at a human mike.*

Well, that puts a whole new spin on things, doesn't it? A slow smile begins to form.

"This is true...anyway I can get rain check? I've got lots to do before the party, and trying to break in a new body wouldn't help me none. Trust me, I was a robot once....but when that's done..."

His smile grows, if that's even possible.

*Tim winks, and his hands go down.*

Whenever you want oh...

*He snaps his fingers.*

It should fit perfectly now.

"Dang. Well there goes my afternoon of slacking off in the guise of having to get this done. Maybe I'll make that nightie, just to mess with Indy.

...

So tell me more about this magic thing. I mean, I wouldn't look like Raph would I? That nose is an injustice towards life itself."

*Tim shrugs*

Luckk of the draw, and probably the bars sense of humor.

Mike slowly turns to look at the bar, which shines in polished innocence, and swallows hard.

"Steve Bushemi. I just know it'll make me look like Steve Bushemi."

Funny, i was thinking John Belushi. or Dan Akroyd.

*Tim shrugs*

Cause, y'know, i can just see you in the dark glasses and hat.

*Then Tim reaches out and pats Mikes shell*

Maybe John Goodman.

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