This should go under a "humor-ish" catagory.
For entertainment purposes, mainly my own. I do not own any recognizable characters, and I give very very big thanks to Eastman and Laird, tshirthell dot com, whatonearth dot com, and Howard Phillips Lovecraft.
Enjoy!
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"Oh good, you're all here. Happy Birthday!"
April stood in the doorway, a gaggle of helium balloons in one hand, and four wrapped gifts in the other.
"So . . . can I come in?"
"Wha--? Oh sure, sure," Donatello stuttered, still taken aback by her announcement.
She skipped into the room humming the familiar tune of "Happy Birthday to You." The other Turtles joined their purple-bandana-ed brother in staring at her.
"Come on you guys! It's your birthday! Act happy!"
Michelangelo leaned over to Leonardo and whispered, "Is she crazy? Has she finally gone crazy?"
Leonardo cleared his throat. "That's . . . nice, April, but . . . we don't know . . . we don't know exactly when anyone's birthday is."
"Well, chances are you were all born on the same day, right?" she countered. "I mean, maybe there was a day or so difference between hatchings, but probably not. And I know you don't remember what day it was exactly, so this is as good as any. Mainly I bought you all these presents, and Christmas is too far away for me to hold onto them."
She set the balloons on the coffee table and passed out the gifts, one to each of them. Donatello took a seat next to Raphael and they all just continued to stare at her.
"Open them! Open them!" April insisted, clapping her hands.
"Yeah. Crazy," Michelangelo muttered half-under his breath. He cautiously pulled the ribbon off his present. The others stopped staring at April and stared at him instead.
He unwrapped a t-shirt. Shaking it open, he read the words printed on it aloud, "I ruined it for everyone." The others chuckled, and he said, "Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"
April laughed and gave him a dismissive shake of her hand. "Come on, everyone else open theirs!"
Leonardo's t-shirt read, "I'm not bossy, I just know what you should be doing." Everybody laughed at him too.
Donatello ripped open his gift. "Miskatonic University. Home of the Fighting Cephalopods." He laughed until he snorted, then realized his brothers had blank stares on their faces. "Miskatonic University? H.P. Lovecraft? A college devoted to arcane and forbidden arts . . .? Oh, never mind." But he continued to giggle to himself.
Finally, Raphael unveiled his shirt. "I know violence isn't the answer. I got the question wrong on purpose." Another big laugh.
April sat back in her chair, looking smug. "Like I said, Happy Birthday, guys!"
"Thanks April, for the best birthday ever!"
Fin.
author's note: Consider this the second in a small series of appropriate shirts for people. (First is Happy Christmas, Professor Snape). I saw the one for Mikey on and would like to own it. I already have 3 Miskatonic U. shirts myself, and figured Donny would "get it." As for Leo and Raph, they just fit so perfectly!
