Double Shift (джен)

They were on their way home after one of their more recent patrols with nothing but a few cuts and scrapes among them when Mikey stopped in his steady sprint and back-tracked towards a large rubbish bin. “Uh,” Casey began when he watched the turtle pull out a crushed pizza box and when he opened the lid, there were a few pieces of dirty, mouldy pizza inside. “What are you doing?”
“Hunting for dinner, dude,” Mikey dived back into the dumpster, his legs sticking up in the air. The commotion had attracted the attention of the other turtles and they stopped running to join Casey and Mikey at the bin. Mikey came back up with something wrapped in paper. “Look, Leo- we might be able to get some things out of this.”