All four turtles are mine! All mine! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!! (I now own a copy of all four movies. I do not own the rights to the characters or related themes though.)

A lone shadow slipped through the shadows of the turtles' lair. It moved with absolute silence from the kitchen, to the bathroom and then into the armory. From the armory it carried a large sack to its final destination. Halfway there it stopped and placed a hand to its face, shaking quietly for a moment's time before slipping into one of the turtles' private rooms.

The figure remained in the room for several minutes, quietly conducting its dark business before slipping out again and moving with absolute stealth to the next room, and the next, and the next…

"Aw Shell!!"

"Wha…? AUGH!" Shouts came from the lair's various bedrooms, curses in two languages could be heard. There was a moment of relative calm before four voices chorused, "MIKEY!!"

Moments later the turtle in question was found sitting on his loft bed with tears of laughter spilling out of his eyes.

"Mikey one of these day's you're going to go too far!" Leo growled; he sported a paper-mache covering on his shell with paper-mache katanas.

"I think he already has!" Donnie put in; his fierce expression was made less intimidating by his Albert Einstein hairdo curtsy of a mess of toilet paper, as he spoke the matching mustache bobbed up and down.

"You are so dead Mikey I…." Kit stopped. Her normally black fur was white and flour puffed off of her fur as she looked around, "Where's Raph? I could have sworn I heard him cussing."

Donny stopped his advance on his giggling "little" brother. "You're right; he should be the one trying to kill Mikey."

"You guys can't take a joke can you?" Mikey asked, he was failing to smother still more giggles.

Einstein, the ghost cat and the Piñata Ninja shot him a look before going to find the absent hothead. They trooped into Raphael's room and looked around. "He's not in his hammock." Donnie observed.

"I didn't see him coming out of his room." Leo looked back out into the main room when a savage and animal snarl caught their attention. The three pranked mutants exchanged glances and looked up.

Raphael was on the ceiling, or, at least he was suspended from it. A silvery cocoon surrounded his body and stretched out onto the stone around him. Donnie whistled "That's a lot of ductape."

"If Mikey used mine his death will be slow." Kit grumbled.

Raph's face was bright red with anger. "Well thanks for your concern guys, I'm fine really. Now would somebody get me down from here!"

"Okay, how?" Leo asked, although he would never admit it he was impressed with his brother's accomplishment.

"Well…how did Mikey get him up there?" Leo shrugged at Donnie's question; the ceiling was a good eight feet up, Mikey was only a little over five feet.

"Not even going to try to figure that one out." Leo said.

"Hey, give me a boost." Kit had retrieved one of Raph's sais. Leo and Donnie lifted her up until she could reach Raphael's cocoon with the blade. Once she was within reach she started to cut the tape.

"Um, guys..." Kit said after a minute, "This might-" she was interrupted when Raph's weight overcame the ductape and he fell on them, knocking Kit and his two brothers onto the stone floor. The fall broke off most of Leo's paper-mache and threw up a large cloud of flour. "…ow…hurt."

They disentangled themselves from each other, coughing and sneezing up flour. Every time Kit sneezed another cloud of flour would rise and make the problem worse until they finally managed to stumble out of Raph's room. For a minute they just sat, coughing and sneezing in the cleaner air. When they could breathe again Kit helped Leo to get the rest of the paper-mache off his shell and Raphael jumped to his feet.

"I'm gonna' kill him!" Raph made for his brother's room peeling off ductape as he went.

Don ran over and grabbed his brother's arm, "Raph wait!"

Raph did as he was told but narrowed his eyes at his toilet-papered brother, "This had better be good, I got some hurt to put down."

"Raph, if you go in there and kick Mikey's shell, what is he going to do?" Donnie asked.

"Hurt."

"Maybe at first, but after that he'll get to thinking and he'll set up another prank. Then what will you do?"

"Kick his sorry shell."

"Right," Donnie's voice was taking on the tone of a kindergarten teacher, a voice he usually reserved for Mikey, "And then he'll pull another prank, and you'll kick his shell and it'll continue like this for who knows how long."

"What are you saying Don?" Raph asked, "That I don't beat his empty little head in? Cause that might be askin' too much."

"You can do that right after you listen to my plan. Leo, Kit, you too."

Kit grinned as she and Leo moved closer to Don and Raph, "By 'you too' does that mean I get to beat his head in too?"

"Just get over here." They huddled. "Now, if we're going to get Mikey to back off with the pranks for a while we have to beat him at his own game, and I don't mean video games." The others nodded.

"What do you have in mind Don?" Leo asked.

Donnie grinned; his expression was just as evil and cunning as he could get.

I'd like to thank ChibiLover123 for the cocoon idea. Thank you, you have an evil mind. (that's a good thing)

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