Donnie's Head
Donnie sighed as he stared at his screwdriver, the microwave in front of him. He knew he could fix it, but, something inside of him was distracted, preventing him from working. As he stared at the microwave, he thought about Mikey's recent prank on Raph. He had put a metal cup in the microwave, heating it up. Then, Raph, hearing the microwave's beep, and thinking it was his hot chocolate, reached in and burned his hand. Now, not only did Donnie have to bandage Raph, but now he also had to fix the microwave. And surprisingly, he was getting tired of just fixing stuff all the time.
I wonder, if I would be able to play a prank on them. Would it work? I mean, do I even want to? It sounds stupid, yet so appealing. Donnie stared from the microwave to the new chemical set he had bought. Then, an idea hit him.
"Yo, Donnie!," Mikey called, looking around the living room for his slightly older brother, as Leo and Raph came out of the kitchen for the cause of the commotion.
"What's wrong Mikey?" Leo asked his brow furrowing.
"I wanted to say sorry to Donnie about, ya know, having to make him fix the microwave again."
"Well, ya know Donnie. He's probably up in his lab, "Raph said.
They all walked to the front of Donnie's lab door and knocked.
At first, there was nothing. Then, the guys opened the door slightly, and a big ball of green with a strip of purple fell and bounced onto the floor, as the guys jumped, and Mikey screamed, "OMG! Donnie's head fell off."