I've been meaning to write this for a while so...enjoy! (and review! :)
Diclaimer: Well...NO!
Mikey had never been this tired before. Every bone in his body ached. In fact, his aches seemed to ache. The aches of his aches even ached. Not only was he physically tired, he also felt like he would suddenly fall asleep in any moment. Maybe he shouldn't have watched that Lord of the Rings movie marathon last night. Three three-hour-long movies in a row had seemed like a brilliant plan at the time, but Mikey wasn't too sure about that now. Shell, he was positive that it wasn't a great idea. Next time, only one Lord of the Ringsmovie per night. In addition to his lack of sleep crisis, Raph had beaten the shell out of him after training. Why? Mikey honestly couldn't remember. Man, he was really tired if he couldn't remember what he did to provoke Raph.
Maybe now that training was over he should try to sleep-- a nice catnap. Yes, Mikey concluded to himself, a nap is what he needed.
He dragged himself up to his room and pushed open the door. His room was its usual mess. Everything was on his floor, and he did mean everything.There were spoons, half eaten slices of pizza, Klunks (or perhaps just one Klunk), thingamabobs, comics…
Mikey headed to his bed and tripped over something plastic and lumpy. Ignoring it, he crawled over to his bed and plopped himself onto it. It was heaven, except for a soft lump on his pillow beneath his head.
From the doorway,Klunk peered at Mikey in an impolite bored intentness.
Mikey couldn't sleep. He was on top of something lumpy, and it was bothering the heck out of him. After a few minutes, he decided to see what he was on top of. He sat up, glanced at his pillow, and almost gagged.
"AAAAAHHH!"
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Don, Leo, and Raph plowed into Mikey's room to see what was wrong. From Mikey's screams, it had sounded as if he was being attacked. Raph started to laugh.
"This is not funny! You put a mouse on my pillow!" Mikey flung the lifeless mouse at Raphael. It bounced off Raph's head, and Klunk pounced on the dead mouse. However, Raph was laughing too hard to notice or even care.
"Actually, Mike, I don't think Raph left that mouse...I think Klunk left a present for you," Don said, grinning.
With the poor mouse in his mouth, Klunk sauntered out the door, looking slightly offended. Klunk would give his lovely gift to his next favorite person. The red one and his orange one didn't take it, so he would try the furry one.