“We’re all gonna die!” a voice cried from the television set.

It was an episode of Space Heroes, Leo’s favorite show. He had it playing while he practiced some new katana techniques. Leo watched as Captain Ryan, the leader of an intergalactic crew of deep-space explorers, got hit with an anxiety ray that sent him into a severe panic attack.

Leo knew exactly how Captain Ryan felt.

Leo didn’t want to admit it to his brothers, but the truth was he was as frightened as the rest of them. Just thinking about Shredder gave him a chill. He knew it was best to keep his mind occupied with other things. Fun things.

Like Space Heroes.

But just as Leo began to lose himself in Captain Ryan’s outer-space adventures, a ninja star flew across the room and hit the Power button, shutting the TV off.

He turned to see Raph behind him, grinning.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Leo demanded.

“Oh, sorry. It was Spike’s idea,” Raph said as he fed his pet turtle, Spike, another leaf. “He said Space Heroes is too stupid for him.”

“That’s saying something, considering he hangs out with you all day,” Leo blurted out.

That got Raph seething. His foul mood was nothing out of the ordinary, but the recent lack of sleep due to weeks of intense training had clearly turned him into an even bigger grump.

“Leo, you’ve angered Spike,” Raph said calmly, but then his own anger erupted. “Now I’m gonna mop the floor with your face!”

“All right, Raph, cool off,” Leo said.

Just then, Mikey popped up out of nowhere. “I can help with that!”

He pulled a water balloon from behind his shell and nailed Raph with it!

Mikey juggled two more water balloons, boasting, “Dr. Prankenstein strikes again!” He did a little happy dance until a drenched and unhappy Raph stepped up to him.

Mikey should’ve run far away. Instead, he said, “Dude, you should see your face right now! You look so mad!”

“Okay, Spike, you’ll like this show,” Raph said, making fists. “It’s called Does Mikey Bend That Way?”

While Leo watched Raph chase Mikey around the room, it finally dawned on him: they were all dealing with this high-pressure situation in their own ways.

He retreated into his favorite TV show . . . while Mikey let off steam by having fun and pulling pranks . . . which let Raph relax the way he knew best: by beating Mikey senseless.

Hey, if that’s what helps them cool off . . . , he thought. Which left him to wonder how Donnie was dealing with all this.

Leo, Raph, and Mikey found Donnie hidden behind a giant welding mask, tucked away in the corner of his lab. Holding a white-hot welding torch, he knelt in front of a strange-looking vehicle: a rust-covered jalopy with exposed seats pilfered from various junkyards, ill-fitting tires, and four separate steering wheels. His brothers thought it looked like a deformed wreck of a car. But to Donnie, it was a thing of beauty.

“You’re still working on that go-kart?” Raph teased.

Donnie flipped his helmet up. “It’s not a go-kart,” he corrected him. “It’s an all-terrain patrol buggy with detachable sidecars.”

Mikey was confused. “Dude, hasn’t Splinter been riding us hard enough? You’ve got to find a way to relax.”

“We all deal with stress in different ways, Mikey,” Leo pointed out.

“Yeah, this is how I deal,” Donnie agreed.

“Well, this is how I deal,” Mikey proclaimed, hurling another water balloon across the room. He was aiming for Leo . . .

. . . but hit Donnie instead!

Dripping wet, Donnie took off his welding helmet and starting chasing Mikey around the lab.

Pounding Mikey seems to be the most popular stress-reliever in the sewer, Leo mused.

As Mikey ran for his life, he calculated out loud. “Dr. Prankenstein’s score: two bros hit, one more to go. You’re next, Leo! And don’t forget, Dr. Prankenstein makes house calls!”