Donnie's shell is considerably slimmer in comparison to his brothers, not to mention flexible. If he were beside all his brothers, flimsy would have been fitting a descriptor for him- although he'd very much object. Wiry is probably better, and while he's not nearly as muscular as Raph, his arms and legs are still well-toned. But it seems like whatever's sticking this drawer has stuck rather too well as it doesn't seem to move too much more for his efforts.

He doesn't even need Jolie's added enthusiasm about smashing things to further encourage the idea. Making a face as it continues not to budge, the turtle hops back onto the floor (wall?), holding a hand off to the side. Purple light traces out into a long handle, topped off with an overly technical mallet head, easily the size of a personal wastebasket. Smirking a bit, he holds he weapon out to Jolie.

"Would you like to do the honors?"

It doesn't seem like it should be solid at all, translucent and glowing, and indeed there's practically no weight to it, but here's definitely something to grasp if she takes hold of the handle.