I actually did this once, a couple of years back. It sounds like something Mikey would do.
"....Five hundred sixty four, five hundred sixty five...Donnie, I'm sick of counting the number of spots on the floor. Can you PLEASE do something with me?" A ten year old Mikey whined. He and Donatello were alone in the lair today. Splinter, Leonardo, and Raphael were scavenging in the sewers.
Don sighed for the thousandth time. Keeping his younger brother occupied required skills even he did not possess. "I told you Mikey, I'm in the middle of a breakthrough with this laptop," he said. "I've almost got it running again. Why don't you watch T.V.?"
"It's the middle of the day. There's nothing on."
"Play video games."
"I beat 'em all already."
"Read a book."
"Raph ripped 'em all."
"Go for a walk."
"Master Splinter said we couldn't leave."
"Practice in the dojo."
"I'm not Leo."
"Clean your room."
"Nice try."
Donatello groaned in frustration. "I don't know, Mikey, can't you keep yourself occupied for more than ten minutes!?"
Mikey crossed his arms. "Are you sure you don't want to do something with me?"
"Yes."
Mikey uncrossed his arms. "I am so BORED!"
Donatello sighed again. "Tell you what Mikey, let me work on this for another half-hour, and then I'll play a game or something with you, ok?"
"Ok!" Mikey said happily, then went off to find something to occupy him for thirty minutes.
'What can I do?' Mikey thought to himself. He caught sight of the kitchen, then looked down at his stomach. He was a little hungry.
In the kitchen, Mikey sat down at the table with his slice of his chili pizza. He scanned the room as he ate, looking for something to do. His eyes caught sight of a bag of marshmallows. They went from the marshmallows to the microwave. 'Hmmm....'
In the living room, Don prodded something with his screwdriver. Mikey had been quiet for ten whole minutes. A new record. Don heard the sound of the microwave being turned on. Then...
BOOM!
Donatello dropped his tools and ran into the kitchen. Mikey stood in front of the microwave. Both he and the microwave were covered in a sticky white substance.
"Mikey!" Donatello choked out, "What...what happened?"
Mikey turned around with a huge grin on his face. "Add this to the encyclopedia of your brain, bro," he said, making a knocking motion on his head. "It takes exactly forty seconds for a marshmallow to explode in the microwave."
Just a little short thing. I had to clean up the marshmallow after I made it explode in the microwave. It was kind of hard, cause the marshmallow got all hard and sticky. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the story. REVIEW!!!!