Accidents Just Happen!
(Note: Thanx to Splinter for suggesting a Don and Leo one!)
"Ummm, Mikey, that smells good." Donnie came into the kitchen to find Mikey stirring a large bowl on their ancient cooker. "What is it?"
Mikey grinned. "Dunno yet." He continued to stir.
Donnie shrugged and disappeared back into his lab, just as Leo came into the kitchen.
"Hey, Mikey. Um, smells good," Leo said. He looked inside the bowl. ¦Ah, um, from this end it doesn't look so good.¦
Mikey just shrugged as he saw his brother gag. "It's not finished, but I promise when it is.It's gunna be a master piece!" He stopped stirring and bent down to look in the cupboards.
A slam from behind them made Leo turn around to find Raph picking up his trench coat and hat.
"I'm out to a movie. See ya laters." He disappeared out the door.
"Oh, dammit!"
Leo turned around to see what Mikey was damning.
"There's no sugar. Who used all the sugar?" Mikey began pulling open all the cupboard doors.
"You did, Mikey." Leo grinned, remembering the other day when Mikey tried to make some cookies and added, more like dropped, a little too much sugar in the pan. It had its laughs though; Mikey tried the cake out on Raph, who almost threw up. Mikey was laughing his head off until Raph came at him with his fist bunched.
Mikey stood up straight. "Oh, yeah." He walked out the kitchen to the hat stand where he grabbed his coat. "Um, Leo. Could you keep an eye on that while I go get some more? Please?" He put his hat on, waiting for Leo to answer.
¦Great! Leave me in charge of the thing I'm the worst at.¦
"Sure Mikey. But, um, hurry back."
Mikey grinned. "Hey, it'll be fine, just don't let it burn." He pulled his coat on and disappeared out the door.
Leo turned to look at the bowl, staring at it as if it were an enemy he would like to see gone. He walked up to the bowl and stirred the contents, careful not to look in. He didn't want to barf in Mikey's 'master piece'.
At that minute, Donnie appeared in the kitchen. He smiled when he saw that 'the great leader' couldn't even manage to stir a bowl.
"What you smiling at?" Leo said, irritably. He hated the image of him being a cook. It just didn't fit him.
"Oh, nothing." Donnie moved further into the kitchen. "Just that our 'Leader' can't cook or even stir a bowl." He started laughing.
Leo frowned angrily. "What?!" He turned around to face his brother sharply - and accidentally caught the bowl and flung the contents over Donnie, who soon shut up.
Donnie stared. He was covered head to foot in what looked like puke. It made Leo want to laugh and throw up at the same time. Donnie seemed to be having trouble keeping his stomach right.
"Oh, geeze! Sorry Donnie!" Leo grabbed the box of tissues from the counter and pulled out the last one. Donnie huffed and stormed off, heading for the bathroom.
Leo turned back to pick up the bowl from the floor. ¦Oh great! Now what am I gunna do?! Mikey's gunna kill me and Raph'll laugh his head off!¦ He started to clean up the mess on the floor and over the counter.
"Right. Mess cleaned," he said to himself. He looked around the kitchen. ¦What if I just replaced whatever was in the bowl with some other stuff. He won't know. Just have to make sure I don't try it when he asks.¦ He started to open draws and cupboards and take stuff from shelves. Picking the things that were the same colour as Mikey's 'master piece', Leo dumped them in the bowl and stirred until it began to look like the sick thing Mikey had been making. He then hid the empty packets of mustard, cheese, some curry powder, flour, fish paste, butter, even an empty egg shell and a small amount of orange juice from the mouldy carton; at the bottom of the bin. He looked at his 'master piece'. It looked almost like Mikey's, but his brother wouldn't know any different. Now all he had to do was get it back on the heat, which he had turned off when he was cleaning. He looked at the numbered nobs. ¦Er. Which number did he have it on.?¦ After deciding to put it on number six, which he thought was low, he left it alone to wash his hands and get the horrible gooey substances from his skin. As he walked to the bathroom, he remembered Donnie was in there. ¦Maybe he's finished.¦ He tried the door; it was open.
"Leo!" Donnie was sat in the tub, scrubbing brush in hand, which he was using on his arms, which were still covered in horrible sick-like things. It had come off a little but he now looked as though he had a skin problem.
"Wow, Donnie! You've bin a while. Mikey's food can't be that bad!" Leo walked over to the sink and began to wash his hands.
"It won't come off!" Donnie moaned, scrubbing harder. Under all the yellow-creamy colour Leo could see red raw skin.
Leo looked at his hands and then at Donnie. "What?!"
"I bin scrubbing for at least half and hour and the damn stuff won't go!"
Leo looked back at his hands. He began to scrub hard as well. ¦It will come off! I didn't have the same stuff on me as Donnie!¦ After five minutes of painful scrubbing, Leo gave up. The stuff wasn't going to go. Well, not today anyway. At least now it wasn't so thick on his skin, but it still left a horrible yellow mark.
"This is your fault, Leo!" Donnie said, angrily.
"My fault?!" Leo turned back to look at Donnie.
"Well you threw that stuff at me in the first place!"
"You think I did it on purpose?!"
"Didn't you?"
"No!"
Donnie tilted his head slightly. "Well then it's Mikey's fault," he said, smiling slightly.
"Mikey was only trying to make us dinner. Let's blame it on Raph!" Leo grinned evilly.
Donnie frowned. It wasn't like Leo to just place the blame on someone who hadn't done anything wrong.
"I'm joking, Don."
"Ah."
They did nothing but just stared at their skin for a few seconds. Then Donnie looked up at Leo.
"What have you done? With Mikey's bowl? What you gunna tell him?" He asked.
Leo sighed and smiled again. "I kinda made my own 'master piece'."
Donnie's eyes widened. ¦That's not good!¦ "Ah. I guess I should lock myself in my room when Mikey shouts us in for dinner then, eh?"
Leo nodded. "That would be wise."
"Well, what about Mikey? He'll be a little more than upset when he finds he made. Well, something not good? He'll probably barf and not make anything ever. I like his cookies. I don't want that to happen."
"We'll tell him it's bad luck to eat his own makings. Or we'll plan a little 'accident' to happen."
"Accident? Like what?"
"Dunno. Thinking."
(Note: Thanx to Splinter for suggesting a Don and Leo one!)
"Ummm, Mikey, that smells good." Donnie came into the kitchen to find Mikey stirring a large bowl on their ancient cooker. "What is it?"
Mikey grinned. "Dunno yet." He continued to stir.
Donnie shrugged and disappeared back into his lab, just as Leo came into the kitchen.
"Hey, Mikey. Um, smells good," Leo said. He looked inside the bowl. ¦Ah, um, from this end it doesn't look so good.¦
Mikey just shrugged as he saw his brother gag. "It's not finished, but I promise when it is.It's gunna be a master piece!" He stopped stirring and bent down to look in the cupboards.
A slam from behind them made Leo turn around to find Raph picking up his trench coat and hat.
"I'm out to a movie. See ya laters." He disappeared out the door.
"Oh, dammit!"
Leo turned around to see what Mikey was damning.
"There's no sugar. Who used all the sugar?" Mikey began pulling open all the cupboard doors.
"You did, Mikey." Leo grinned, remembering the other day when Mikey tried to make some cookies and added, more like dropped, a little too much sugar in the pan. It had its laughs though; Mikey tried the cake out on Raph, who almost threw up. Mikey was laughing his head off until Raph came at him with his fist bunched.
Mikey stood up straight. "Oh, yeah." He walked out the kitchen to the hat stand where he grabbed his coat. "Um, Leo. Could you keep an eye on that while I go get some more? Please?" He put his hat on, waiting for Leo to answer.
¦Great! Leave me in charge of the thing I'm the worst at.¦
"Sure Mikey. But, um, hurry back."
Mikey grinned. "Hey, it'll be fine, just don't let it burn." He pulled his coat on and disappeared out the door.
Leo turned to look at the bowl, staring at it as if it were an enemy he would like to see gone. He walked up to the bowl and stirred the contents, careful not to look in. He didn't want to barf in Mikey's 'master piece'.
At that minute, Donnie appeared in the kitchen. He smiled when he saw that 'the great leader' couldn't even manage to stir a bowl.
"What you smiling at?" Leo said, irritably. He hated the image of him being a cook. It just didn't fit him.
"Oh, nothing." Donnie moved further into the kitchen. "Just that our 'Leader' can't cook or even stir a bowl." He started laughing.
Leo frowned angrily. "What?!" He turned around to face his brother sharply - and accidentally caught the bowl and flung the contents over Donnie, who soon shut up.
Donnie stared. He was covered head to foot in what looked like puke. It made Leo want to laugh and throw up at the same time. Donnie seemed to be having trouble keeping his stomach right.
"Oh, geeze! Sorry Donnie!" Leo grabbed the box of tissues from the counter and pulled out the last one. Donnie huffed and stormed off, heading for the bathroom.
Leo turned back to pick up the bowl from the floor. ¦Oh great! Now what am I gunna do?! Mikey's gunna kill me and Raph'll laugh his head off!¦ He started to clean up the mess on the floor and over the counter.
"Right. Mess cleaned," he said to himself. He looked around the kitchen. ¦What if I just replaced whatever was in the bowl with some other stuff. He won't know. Just have to make sure I don't try it when he asks.¦ He started to open draws and cupboards and take stuff from shelves. Picking the things that were the same colour as Mikey's 'master piece', Leo dumped them in the bowl and stirred until it began to look like the sick thing Mikey had been making. He then hid the empty packets of mustard, cheese, some curry powder, flour, fish paste, butter, even an empty egg shell and a small amount of orange juice from the mouldy carton; at the bottom of the bin. He looked at his 'master piece'. It looked almost like Mikey's, but his brother wouldn't know any different. Now all he had to do was get it back on the heat, which he had turned off when he was cleaning. He looked at the numbered nobs. ¦Er. Which number did he have it on.?¦ After deciding to put it on number six, which he thought was low, he left it alone to wash his hands and get the horrible gooey substances from his skin. As he walked to the bathroom, he remembered Donnie was in there. ¦Maybe he's finished.¦ He tried the door; it was open.
"Leo!" Donnie was sat in the tub, scrubbing brush in hand, which he was using on his arms, which were still covered in horrible sick-like things. It had come off a little but he now looked as though he had a skin problem.
"Wow, Donnie! You've bin a while. Mikey's food can't be that bad!" Leo walked over to the sink and began to wash his hands.
"It won't come off!" Donnie moaned, scrubbing harder. Under all the yellow-creamy colour Leo could see red raw skin.
Leo looked at his hands and then at Donnie. "What?!"
"I bin scrubbing for at least half and hour and the damn stuff won't go!"
Leo looked back at his hands. He began to scrub hard as well. ¦It will come off! I didn't have the same stuff on me as Donnie!¦ After five minutes of painful scrubbing, Leo gave up. The stuff wasn't going to go. Well, not today anyway. At least now it wasn't so thick on his skin, but it still left a horrible yellow mark.
"This is your fault, Leo!" Donnie said, angrily.
"My fault?!" Leo turned back to look at Donnie.
"Well you threw that stuff at me in the first place!"
"You think I did it on purpose?!"
"Didn't you?"
"No!"
Donnie tilted his head slightly. "Well then it's Mikey's fault," he said, smiling slightly.
"Mikey was only trying to make us dinner. Let's blame it on Raph!" Leo grinned evilly.
Donnie frowned. It wasn't like Leo to just place the blame on someone who hadn't done anything wrong.
"I'm joking, Don."
"Ah."
They did nothing but just stared at their skin for a few seconds. Then Donnie looked up at Leo.
"What have you done? With Mikey's bowl? What you gunna tell him?" He asked.
Leo sighed and smiled again. "I kinda made my own 'master piece'."
Donnie's eyes widened. ¦That's not good!¦ "Ah. I guess I should lock myself in my room when Mikey shouts us in for dinner then, eh?"
Leo nodded. "That would be wise."
"Well, what about Mikey? He'll be a little more than upset when he finds he made. Well, something not good? He'll probably barf and not make anything ever. I like his cookies. I don't want that to happen."
"We'll tell him it's bad luck to eat his own makings. Or we'll plan a little 'accident' to happen."
"Accident? Like what?"
"Dunno. Thinking."