Disclaimer: I own no turtles, no rats, and no plaques.
As my sons were reaching their second year of life, I thought that it should be as special as I tried to make the first. Yet despite my best efforts, my fear of the outside world still rivaled this need for my children's safety, so I made do with the first objects I could find.
I happened to come upon coloring books.
They were damp and blurred around the edges, every page had some coloring to it and most of the pictures were scratched and torn up from the care their previous owners gave them, yet they would make do for my sons.
Upon arriving home, I found them all as I had left them. Donatello was taking apart one of the toy cars, and spinning the wheel's about with a look of fascination. Leonardo and Raphael were still wrestling about the room, and Michelangelo was busy with his arts and crafts. They all looked up upon my arrival and thanked me graciously for what I had brought them. Then they sat down and began work.
When it was time for bed, they put up quite a fuss that night, wanting to stay up and finish their art, but I insisted that my little ninjas needed their rest.
The next morning when I awoke, I realized that there was something amiss in my room. Looking about I saw a plaque sitting on the opposite wall, and I could not help but be impressed with whichever of my sons managed such a quiet feat.
Then I took a proper look at what it was, and my heart warmed greatly. The wood must have been taken from the sewers and dried very carefully, the paper it was on must have been torn from one of the books I'd just given them, and written and framed were the words that none other than Michelangelo could have used.
Sewer sweet Sewer.
I remembered seeing that plaque for some reason and started to wonder where it would have come from, and realized there was no way they would have found that in a junkyard. So someone made it, and I decided it was Mikey. Very random very short one shot, hope you enjoyed.