Experiments of a Brainiac
Experiment 001: Pop Tarts
Danger Factor: 7/10 (hot jam hurts!)
Results: Negative
Scientists Notes: I don't think Master Splinter likes pop tarts, cause he looked really mad when he came in the kitchen…
Donatello was a genius.
Well, of course he was always smart, but today he was extra clever and so he was definitely a genius now.
All day long his little (annoying) brother Michelangelo had been trailing around after him, getting in his way when he reached for a book, standing much too close when Donatello turned around with a candle he was taking to Sensei which resulted in a stealthy dash to the first aid kit, and constantly talking! Even now Don could hear the incessant nattering of his baby brother, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't seem to focus on the words that gushed from Mikey's mouth. Rather, he heard a garbled stream of sounds that vaguely resembled a conversation about… monster trucks? Forcefully Donatello shook his head and cleared Mikey's voice from between his ears for long enough to immerse himself in the thick tome in his lap once more. Just as he reached a particularly interesting section on the solar system that enraptured Donnie with its dazzling pictures of beautiful planets, the brainy turtle suddenly found his ears invaded with noise… again.
"Donniiiieeee, I'm hungry!" Squeezing his eyes shut tight Don wondered if maybe Mikey would just disappear but when he opened his onyx eyes to the world again he found Mikey's light blue eyes staring straight back, shining brightly in a sea of citrus orange.
"If I get you food will you promise to go bug someone else for the rest of the day?" Mike nodded enthusiastically – perhaps this had been his plan all along?
"Fine, but remember you promised!" As Donatello trudged towards the kitchen on legs dead from being pressed under a heavy book all night he heard Mikey shout behind him.
"Pop tarts bro!" He's your brother, murder is illegal. He's your brother, murder is illegal. Now inside the kitchen Donatello relaxed slightly, away from his little brother's never ending voice. But it was only then that he remembered seeing Raph messily gobbling down the last pop tart…
Donatello scrunched up his beak and turned his eyes to the sky…uh, ceiling, as he thought deeply. He was nothing if not resourceful. Finally he struck gold and Don was sure that had he been a cartoon a light bulb would be blinking brightly over his head (but that was ridiculous of course!). Clambering sloppily onto the worktop Donnie snatched two pieces of bread from the loaf Master Splinter had found, before grabbing the half empty pot of thick strawberry jam and squishing it between the slices. Sliding his creation into a toaster slot Donatello waited patiently, swinging his legs to and fro from the edge of the counter. Off in his own world, dreaming up inventions that may never come to be real, Donatello didn't register the light grey smoke that trailed past his beak, or hear the unnatural clicking sounds coming from the toaster…
BANG!
Don blinked slowly. And then blinked again. The entire room was filled with wispy grey smoke; his small six year old body was dusted with soot and splattered with gloopy red jam. Beside him the toaster lay in ruins, scraps of metal twisted into all manner of shapes.
Panic in his eyes and his tail swishing nervously Master Splinter scurried into the room, whose eyes quickly soaked in the sight spread out in front of him before they filled with annoyance and he stared expectantly at his 'brightest' son, who grinned back innocently. The smile drooped when Master Splinter's gaze did not falter.
"…Mikey wanted pop tarts."
Because of course, that explained everything.
Small A/N: It has been ridiculously long since I've posted. I hope it didn't disappoint. ^^