Disclaimer: I don't own the teenage mutant ninja turtles. And honestly, I'm getting tired of buying pizza for the traps...

I wanted to write a fic based on a plot device. It was supposed to be serious... that lasted all of five minutes and you get this instead. Enjoy! :)
(Wow. This is technically a drabble...)

'This is it.' Leo thought, as he stared at the numbers on the digital clock surrounded by a vomitous mass of wires, 'We are going to die.'

He looked around the warehouse sadly as the reality sank in. Donatello was unconscious at his side, having taken a blow to the head while in the process of disarming the device. Raphael and Michelangelo were still fighting. And if it weren't for that damn clock they had a shot at winning too.

Leo looked down at Donatello again. "Tell me Donnie, how does one disarm a bomb?" Of course, his unconscious brother said nothing. At least he would feel nothing.

Leo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he picked up Donatello and slung him over his shoulders in a fire-man's carry. If they were going to die, they'd die 'with their boots on'. He might not be able to do anything about the bomb, but he could sure as hell go down fighting.

And hope, desperately hope, that any and all biological remains were incinerated.
And that it, maybe, would be quick.

"Argh! Taste briny justice!" Leo heard Michelangelo yell from above him just before he was doused in several gallons of… pickle juice.

"'Briny justice'? What the hell Mikey?" Raph sputtered, indicating that he too had been caught in the splatter when Michelangelo pushed a vat of pickles over onto several foot ninjas' heads.

As Leo wiped the pickle juice from his eyes, he remembered the bomb at his feet and looked down. The electronic components appeared to be shorted out. Don coughed and stirred on his shoulders.

"Blech!" the turtle genius exclaimed groggily "What was that?"

"Pickle juice." Leo replied. "Don, can you tell me if the bomb is still operational?" He turned to give his brother a look. Don groaned.

"Nope. It's fried. Now put me down."

Leo happily did just that.

"That's the last of 'em!" Raph called from the upper level. "Yeah, that's right! You better run!"

Leo smiled. It was a good night.
They were going home alive.

... I was also supposed to utilize said plot device. That may or may not have happened, depending on where you're standing. But either way, I had fun writing this. I hope you had fun reading this too. Feedback is not required, but much appreciated. :D