And it's been good the was it was
And it's been good the way it was
And it's been good the way it was
But is it really this bad now?

Written out of simple boredom- I just went out of the shower and the plot bunny hit me. So sorry if it's a bit scrambled 'n stuff.
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This one is before the '03 series start. The turtles are 14 not about 17 and so some things have yet to be discussed...

"This is just not possible!"

Wow. This was a first. I can barely remember to have Donnie seen screaming. Ever. And ever is a long time if you are a mutated turtle living in a sewer system with barely enough room for you and your brothers. You can't get out and so you've got them around you. All the time. For 14 years. ALL THE TIME. With NO way out. No partys, no sleepovers, no "locking yourself in your room", no NOTHING.
Hey, I am Hamato Michelangelo. I am a serious, good-looking, smart, good-looking, skilled and good-looking mutated turtle. I love the colour orange and comicbooks. And I love my cat Klunk. And I love my family. And I love my bed. And I love food.
Right now, I'm on my way to the kitchen to have some. Since I am the only one in the family who can actually cook something different than tea and bowls with cereals, I have ta do it. I like it, of course, but people hardly ever notice because we are eating pizza most of the time anyway.

So I'm walking down the steps like, well, every day, and I whistle a little song, just like every day, and Leo is in the dojo arguing with Raph like every day and Master Splinter is watching his soaps like he does every day and Donnie is in his lab and screams and seems frustrated just like.. Well, just like not every day.

So of course everyone lets whatever he does be and runs over to the lab. I am there last, probably because I don't want to be the one to blame if something exploded again.
Yes, again, because something is exploding every day in here. It's not as if I was the only one to break things. Raphie-boy throws his sai into something every chance he gets (I know this perfectly well because most of the time, it's me). Sensei breaks the shellcell every time he tries to use it (no offense). I mean, even Leo, who can catch a falling water glass from a ten feet distance in a room pitch black and with noises in the background- even Leo manages to blow up the microwave. Or the toaster, or the fridge, it depends.

So I was last to come to the room but still only half a second behind the others, timing perfect as always.

Donnie is staring wide-eyed at a sheet of paper in his hands printed with some codes and lines and blurry shades in different colours. He does not seem to be aware of us standing there and staring at him. I manage to eye around casually- no smoke, no steam, no red blinking warning lights. Seems like nothing is going to explode this time. Despite Donnie's head, I mean. He is red as a green turtle face under a purple bandana can be.

Then Splinter raises his voice and calls him back to earth. "My son. What is the matter?" He probably just wanted to get this over quickly so he could return to his soaps. Otherwise I cannot explain the fact that he just smiles, nods absent mindedly and leaves right after Don shakes his head nothing.
Leo and Raph shrugg and leave as well. I can hear them fighting already even before they have left the hallway. Am I the only one anxious here? Well, I am probably the only one who has just spotted his name on the sheet of paper Donnie is so upset about, but hey!

My darling older brother then spots me at the doorframe and makes a face as if a snake had just bitten him into his a... his foot. Nice. Really, really charming. It's nothing new to me- as a youngest brother I have to play the scapegoat all the time- but still, it hurts. I choose to ask him anyway.
"Whatcha doing?" I ask him smiling. He still looks as if he had just bitten into a very, very sour lemon. Now it's just ridiculous. He doesn't answer though. So I try again, snapping my fingers in front of him. This time he hides the paper behind his back as if he had just seen me standing there. Oh well, very nice, Donster, nobody could have possibly seen this. "Nothing" he says far too quick and then closes the door right in front of me. I hear him muttering about some tests and then a computer humming. But I don't care. Shutting a door into my face? Yeah, I can return that. Now I won't make food for him. I'll order pizza instead. MY favourite pizza.

Chocolate flakes - sardines- anchovis- onion- noodle- swiss cheese- pizza with extra garlic and chili aka the ultimate brainmelt. Ha, ha, hahahahahaha. This is what you get from annoying me. I don't throw sai, I am much more.. subtle.

One hour later everyone is far more green than usual and even I feel a little sick in my stomach. But you know something? It is so worth it.
So while everyone is busy using the bathroom it's time for me to have a look at what Donster is working on and what it has to do with me.

Whistling again- a man in black song this time- I approach Donatello's room and - after looking around me one last time- spy in. It stuns me as it does every time I enter it (which is far more often than Don actually thinks). Blinking lights and machines and computers are everywhere. You can barely walk here without touching or kicking some metal parts or tools of some sort. There are papers everywhere with notes like for engineers only or stay away, Leo or- most often- Mikey, if you touch it, you are SO dead. The perfect signs for me which one is best to play with. But today I am on a mission.
I spot the paper on a table to my left and manage to get there without messing the room up too much. You would not believe it but Don actually understands this chaos. He told me about it once- the chaos theory- and even though it really was interesting; did he have to do it during my favourite cartoon?! So I did not get much of it.

Then I close my fist around the precious paper- there are four, actually, but since I am already here I just grab them all- and leave using the same footspots I came with. Once I close the door behind me, I look around me once more and- whistling again- go back to my own room one store above. Oh man, I would make the perfect special agent.
Then I look through the pages and freeze. What is this? So okay most of it is just senseless codes and signs (sometimes I can't get rid of the feeling that Don actually just prints some of these onto his notes so they look professional). But from what I get from the data written in english ...
He did some tests with our cells and...
Checked our age.
Cool! I mean, we all know that I am the youngest, then comes Don, then Raph and finally Leo which is why he is the leader and serious and stuff. But my braniac brother checked anyway. Maybe just to see if there was a chance to actually be older than Raph.

And he found out... Oh, man.

"This is just not possible!"
Hell yes, when I say it it's so much more dramatic and cool. Because I actually say it with some feelings and..
In the doorframe my brothers come together with sensei. Now they really look .. pissed. Whoops.

"What now, baby brother" Raph says annoyed. I see Don flinch just the tiniest bit- because he knows, I suddenly understand, and he did not tell me! I will have to play a prank on him for this. Right now, I just present a shocked and innocent face and throw Leo the paper.

"What, Mikey?" He sounds angry, too. Then he looks at the sheet of paper. Frowns. Looks at me. I still play innocent but have a hard time not grinning. He reads the paper again. And again. I can almost see the gearwheels in his had rattle when he consideres that I faked this, then looks at the numbers and signs and then at Don. Only to read the paper again.

"So what is it this time? Seems ta be bad" Raph says watching my reactions. I give him puppy-eyes too and he frowns, reaching out for the paper before simply ripping it off Leo's hands. Reading it. Again. Again. Now it should get boring after some time but hell, it is not.

Finally Don gets the clue and screams, ripping the paper away from his brother and shouting at me. Splinter somewhen tells him to stop and go let off some steam in the dojo. Leo follows him to make sure everything's gonna be okay and Splinter leaves as well, deep in thoughts. Only Raph remains, looking at me anxiously.
"So, what now" he saks.

"Maybe you should consider following them, baby brother" I answer. And this time, I don't hold back the grin.
And for the first (and probably last, since he still has a shock) time in my life Raph listens to me and leaves.

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Last test - 2000

Results

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Listing family members according to age

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2. Leonardo
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Examining results

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Examination complete- results confirmed
Test finished

One chapter finished, two more to go. More tomorrow or- since I then update my story "What would have happened, if..", the day after tomorrow. R&R? :-)
Oh hell it is fun to write this.