Turn this into a plot summary story version: The turtles bowed down at the dojo before master splinter.
Splinter: Someone took my credit card from my room. I'm not naming names-
Raph: Caughs
Splinter; It was you! You little green shit!
Raph: I was just coughing, sensei! What the fuck?
Mikey: A new phone.
Raph: Slaps Mikey making him be quiet
Splinter: A new what?
Raph: Mikey doesn't know what he's saying.
Splinter: Say I go online, your telling me I won't find any purchases?
Raph: Yes, that's right.
Splinter: Oh? So $1,600 disappeared then.
Raph: Whoever did it needs their ass whooped!
Splinter: Of course. I couldn't agree with you more Rapheal! Whoever did this idocitc act will not be able to walk for a week. Because of my foot up their ass!
Raph: Isn't that kinda-
Splinter: Hm?
Raph: I'm just saying.
Splinter: Raphael!
Raph: Holy fuck! It wasn't me! I can't even use a phone!
Donnie: Well isn't that why you asked me to program the phone for you-
Raph shows extremely angry face to donnie
Donnie: Nevermind.
Splinter: That phone costed a years worth of rent.
Raph: Damn, even living in the sewers in New York AINT cheep.
Splinter: YOU FOOLISH CHILD! Stand up.
Raph stands up
Mikey: Raph's in trouble! Ha!
In the dimly lit dojo, the turtles knelt respectfully before their wise master, Splinter. The air was tense as Splinter addressed a pressing issue: someone had taken his credit card. Though he didn't initially name the culprit, Raphael's conspicuous cough drew suspicion.
Splinter's eyes narrowed as he accused Raphael, who protested his innocence with a mix of indignation and panic. Michelangelo, ever the jokester, let slip that a new phone might be involved, prompting Raphael to silence him with a swift slap.
Splinter, unconvinced by Raphael's denials, pressed further, revealing that $1,600 had mysteriously vanished. Raphael, feigning outrage, suggested that whoever was responsible deserved a severe punishment. Splinter agreed, promising a painful retribution for the guilty party.
As the tension mounted, Raphael continued to plead his case, claiming ignorance of how to use a phone. Donatello, ever the tech-savvy turtle, inadvertently undermined Raphael's defense by mentioning his assistance in programming the device. A furious glare from Raphael quickly silenced him.
Splinter lamented the extravagant cost of the phone, equating it to a year's rent, even in their humble sewer dwelling. With a commanding voice, he ordered Raphael to stand, signaling impending consequences.
Michelangelo couldn't resist a final jab, teasing Raphael for the trouble he was in. The scene closed with Raphael standing before Splinter, the weight of his actions—and the impending punishment—hanging heavily in the air.