Raph lugged the heavy box full of decorations and dropped it near the lair entrance. It landed with a loud clang and jangle. At the top of the box were the hammer and nails. He was about to bend over to pick them up when he nearly got shoved head first into the pile of glittery decorations.

"Really, Raph, hammer and nails?" Donny scoffed as he moved past Raph to survey the bare arches. "That is soooo last Christmas. Now, this is the future of decking the halls! Behold!" he declared, brandishing a device that looked like a cross between a hose rack and a cross bow. "With this baby we'll have the lair trimmed and lit up in a fraction of the time it takes to unpack everything! See, you load the rack with your decor of choice; as you can see I've gone for the staple C7 multi color opaque lights on green wire. Next, you fill up this side compartment with T50 staples; in this case, I'm using 12mm..."

Raph's eyes glazed over as his brother continued to describe the bulky Christmas gun. He was ready to yawn when Don lifted the contraption up and aimed it at the far corner of the ceiling. He hit a few buttons, prompting a high pitched electric whine as the device powered up.

With a giant grin, Donny pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened. With the smile completely vanished, frown making it's way on his brow, Don clicked away at the trigger some more. "W-wha..." he sputtered," I don't understand!" Don continued to click away at the trigger.

"Maybe it's the battery..." Raph offered, before clamping his mouth shut from the glare Donny shot his way.

"It's not the battery, it must be the wiring... or maybe a fuse..." Don mumbled, when suddenly the christmas gun whined louder and louder, the pitch going up dramatically before lights and staples began to shoot out in all directions as Donny struggled to get the crazed device under control. Raph ducked out of the way of the flying lights, but not before catching a few feet of decorations on his shell, his carapace lit up like a tree.

Finally, Donny's toy sputtered and died out. Raph got up and glared at his brother, the bright lights on his back giving his inflamed expression a hellish glow.

"Hehe, uh... I guess it's still got a few bugs..." Donny said sheepishly. He turned to head back to his room, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

"Here," Raph said to him.

Don looked down at what Raph was offering. It was the hammer.

Don pouted, "But Raph, it just need a few tweaks, it's almost ready..."

"Here!" Raph growled, shoving the tool into Don's hands. "Do I really need to turn around and show ya why you should just do this the old fashioned way?" he said, referring to the blinking lights on his carapace.

Don's eyes darted back and forth between the hammer, his invention, and the lights on Raph's back. He stood there, stubbornly stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"DONNY!" Raph shouted, pulling him back to reality.

"Okay, fine! I'll fix it later! Geez..." he grumbled as he picked up a handful of decorations and stomped over to the stairs to begin winding garland up the handrail, when something bumped the back of his head. Looking down, he saw the little spool of tape that Raph had flung at him.

"A little help here!" Raph exclaimed, pointing to the mess of staples and lights still on his shell.

"Oh! Right, hehe," Don said going over to help undecorate his hot headed brother.