Turn this into a plot like 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 in reverence before their wise master, Splinter. The air was thick with tension, a storm brewing beneath the surface of their usual camaraderie.
Splinter, with a calm yet stern demeanor, addressed his pupils. "Someone took my credit card from my room. I'm not naming names—"
Raph, unable to contain himself, let out a conspicuous cough.
Splinter's eyes narrowed, his voice rising with a rare edge. "It was you! You little green shit!"
Raph's eyes widened in shock. "I was just coughing, sensei! What the fuck?"
Mikey, ever the instigator, chimed in with a mischievous grin. "A new phone."
Raph, in a swift motion, silenced Mikey with a slap. "Mikey doesn't know what he's saying."
Splinter's gaze was unyielding. "Say I go online, you're telling me I won't find any purchases?"
Raph nodded vigorously. "Yes, that's right."
Splinter's voice dripped with skepticism. "Oh? So $1,600 disappeared then."
Raph, feigning outrage, exclaimed, "Whoever did it needs their ass whooped!"
Splinter nodded in agreement, his voice a low growl. "Of course. I couldn't agree with you more, Raphael! Whoever did this idiotic act will not be able to walk for a week. Because of my foot up their ass!"
Raph hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Isn't that kinda—"
Splinter's eyes flashed. "Hm?"
Raph quickly backtracked. "I'm just saying."
Splinter's voice boomed, "Raphael!"
Raph threw his hands up in exasperation. "Holy fuck! It wasn't me! I can't even use a phone!"
Donnie, ever the voice of reason, interjected. "Well, isn't that why you asked me to program the phone for you—"
Raph shot Donnie a look that could melt steel, silencing him instantly.
Splinter's disappointment was palpable. "That phone cost a year's worth of rent."
Raph, with a hint of sarcasm, muttered, "Damn, even living in the sewers in New York ain't cheap."
Splinter's patience wore thin. "YOU FOOLISH CHILD! Stand up."
Raph rose to his feet, the weight of his master's disappointment heavy on his shoulders.
Mikey, unable to resist, taunted, "Raph's in trouble! Ha!"
The dojo was silent, the tension a living thing as Splinter prepared to deliver a lesson that would not soon be forgotten.