A/N: Hi! This is my first TMNT fic, and it's a Turtle-tot fic, sooo yeah. I'd appreciate it if you guys would tell me how I'm doing with the Characters, and let me know if I get them out of character. I'd appreciate that! This is a new fandom for me, so I'm bound to screw up. XD

Anyways this is a challenge called Childhood memories. There's twenty five in all, so enjoy!

1. Playground

The child sized turtle wiggled it's butt as he bent down on the edge of the couch. His orange mask tied snugly tied to his face. His eyes narrowed as he locked onto his unsuspecting target. Another turtle his size. This one wore a blue mask. The turtle smirked as he leaned forward leaped from the couch he was perched on.

A cry of surprise filled the room as the orange turtle tackled his target to the ground. "MIKEY! Get off!" The blue clad turtle struggled under the orange one. "Mikey, get off!"

"Michelangelo." A stern voice filled the room.

The orange turtle looked up from where he was straddling the blue turtle and holding to the ground. A huge smile spread across his face as he leapt off his victim, leaving him laying on the floor like a child would a forgotten toy. "Daddy!" He ran forward towards a man sized rat, wearing a Yukata.

"Michelangelo, apologize to your brother."

Michelangelo turned the blue turtle who slowly rose from the ground, a small glare gracing his face. Michelangelo allowed a sheepish grin to cross his face as he rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry, Leo."

The blue turtle sneered as he turned his head away. The huge rat sighed. "Leonardo, do you forgive Michelangelo?"

Leonardo sighed. "It's okay, Mikey. Just don't do it again!"

Mikey jumped and wrapped his brother in a hug. "Thank you, Leo!"

The huge rat smiled. "Good, now go get your other brothers and tell them to come here, I have a surprise for the four of you."

The two turtles smiled as they ran off. The rat sighed as a fond smile came over his face. "What am I going to do with them all?"

"Master Splinter, Mikey said you wanted me." A small turtle slowly walked out a room. His purple mask drooping to one side.

"Donatello, You only have to call me Master Splinter when we are training. Come here." Splinter nodded for the small turtle to walk forward.

Donatello nodded. "I know, but if I don't call you Master Splinter then I'll forget."

Splinter turned Donatello so his shell was facing him. He untied the turtle's mask, and adjusted it. "Is it too tight, Donatello?"

"No, Master Splinter."

Splinter nodded as he turned the small turtle towards him. "Donatello, if it makes things easier for you, you can always just call me Sensei in training."

The small turtle's face flashed with happiness. "Really?"

"I believe I told you that when we started."

"Oh, I forgot."

Splinter smiled. "It is alright Donatello. Where did Michelangelo go after he got you?"

"Mickey? He said he had to grab something. He climbed under his bed."

Splinter sighed. "I see. Wait here, I'll be right back."

"Okay."

Splinter walked into the shared room of Michelangelo and Donatello. "Michelangelo. We do not have all night."

A small turtle butt popped out from under a bed. "Daddy, I need my toy!"

Splinter sighed as he grabbed Mikey from under the bed. I have something to show you and your brother's. You do not need your toy for that."

"Are you sure? I mean you said I wouldn't need a toy for training too, but then we ended up medtidating."

"Meditating, Michelangelo. You do not need a toy to meditate."

Mikey frowned. "Okay."

Splinter put the small turtle on the floor. "Meet Donatello in the living room while I go get Raphael and Leonardo."

Mikey nodded as ran out of the room. Splinter slowly followed Mikey our. He entered the room next to the one he exited, and frowned at the sight. Leonardo and a Red banded turtle stood merely centimeters apart glaring at one another. "Leonardo, Raphael!"

The two small turtles frowned and glanced over to Splinter. The red one stepped forward. "Leo was yelling at me!"

"I was not!"

"Was too!"

"Not!"

"To-"

"Enough!" Splinter raised his voice. "Leonardo, what happened?"

"Why does he get to-"

"Raphael!" The small turtle went silent as Leonardo snickered. "Leonardo, I asked a question."

Leo froze. "Yes, sir. I came here to tell Raph that you wanted to see us, but he was playing with my toy! He broke it's arm off, and was this close to ripping off its leg!"

"Raphael, did you play with his toy without his permission."

Raph looked away with a glare on his face. "Yeah."

"Excuse me?" Splinter asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"Did you break it?"

"Yes, sir."

Splinter sighed. "That was wrong of you Raphael. You first should have gotten permission, and you should not have rough housed with a toy that did not belong to you. You will run two extra laps tomorrow during practice, and you will apologize to Leonardo."

Raph turned to Leo. "I'm sorry for breaking your dumb toy."

"Raphael!"

"I'm sorry for breaking your toy!"

Leo glared at Raphael, and crossed his arms. "It's okay."

Splinter sighed. "To the living room."

The small group walked out of the room, and walked into the small area where Splinter left Donatello. "Sit on the couch, you four."

The four turtles scrambled to their places, and Splinter stood in front of the couch. He nodded as the four settled, and went silent. "It is raining up top." Four smiles spread across four different faces. "If you quickly put on your rain coats, and quickly put on your rain boots we may make it to the nearest playground, and you all can play for a short amount of time. Remember, you must be quick. Go."

The four small turtles scrambled up, and ran to their rooms. Splinter stood where he was, and waited, knowing it wouldn't take long for the four excited turtles to come back. The first one ready was Michelangelo. "I'm first!" He yelled as he ran out of his and Donatello's room wearing his orange rain coat, and orange matching boots.

Splinter inspected the turtle, and nodded. "Remember to keep your hood up at all times, Michelangelo. I know you dislike it, but it is for your safety."

Mikey smiled. "Yes, sir!" He pulled up the hood, and jumped up on the couch.

Splinter waited for the next child to run to him. Leo skid to a stop and smiled. "How do I look?"

Splinter inspected the child and nodded. "Very nice. Blue suits you."

Leonardo giggled. "I know!"

"Sensei!" A call rang from where Donatello was.

Splinter sighed as he walked into the room. Donatello stood on a chair reaching inside a make shift closet his rain boots were already on his feet, but his coat was nowhere in sight. "What is wrong?"

"I can't reach!"

Splinter smiled as he walked over, and looked inside. The child's rain coat sat at the very top. "How did it get up there?"

"Mikey must have thrown our coats up there from last time. His was on the floor."

Splinter nodded as he reached up and grabbed the purple coat. "There you go, Donatello."

"Thank you, Sensei!"

"I told you, Donatello, you do not have to call me that out side of training."

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright." Splinter slowly walked out of the room and smiled as the red clad turtle. "Raphael, You look nice."

"Thanks." He muttered in response.

"I'm ready!" Donatello yelled as he ran out.

"Took ya!" Mikey smiled as he jumped up off the couch. "Can we go now, Daddy? Can we? Can we? Can we?"

Splinter chuckled. "No."

Mikey frowned. "What? Why not?"

Donatello smiled. "May we go now, Se- Daddy?"

"We may." Splinter smiled down as he grabbed his own rain gear.

Splinter sat on a bench as his four children played on the small playground. Their rain gear more of a way to hide their looks more than anything. The four were turtles after all.

Splinter watched as Michelangelo tried to climb up the slide only slide down when he got half way up. Raphael sat on a swing going higher and higher with each kick of his legs. Leonardo was on the jungle gym climbing as far up as he could get. Donatello was crouched down examining a small object.

Splinter looked up at the cloudy sky. One couldn't really see the stars, but even on a clear night it was difficult to see them. "Se-Daddy?"

Splinter glanced down at his purple clad son. "Yes, Donatello?"

"I found this." His offered the small object to his father.

Splinter accepted it, and looked it over. "It is a ballerina. It looks like it belonged to somebody." Splinter handed it back to his son. "They may come back to find it."

Donatello frowned. "I don't want them to not find it! I'll go put it back!"

Splinter nodded as Donatello ran off back to where he was crouched. Splinter stood up slowly. "It is time to go."

The four all stopped what they were doing a resounding "AWW!" was shared between the four.

Splinter smiled as they all slowly treaded back to him. "Perhaps next time it rains, we'll come back."

Mikey grabbed his father's hand and nodded. "I can't wait. I hope it rains everyday! Forever!"

Splinter chuckled. "I am not sure about that Michelangelo."