Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT.

A/N: I just had to write this after watching "Clash of the Mutanimals". I experimented with this idea in many ways, initially starting in my typical 3rd person POV, but I was not able to get the desired effect. Thus, I settled on first person Mikey's POV. I got the idea from Mikey commenting to Leo while watching Crognard: "Hey guys, ever notice that the cartoons we watch are kinda just like our missions?" Hope it works!

I was right, y'know.

You'd think that by now with the amount of times I have been right my bros would listen to me.

Must be a big brother thing in relation to a little brother thing...and since I'm the little brother, it's just something I'll never understand.

Whatevs. Doesn't matter. Cuz, dude, I was still right.

And I totally have to rub it in Leo's face!

He hates being wrong, so this makes it all the sweeter. Like a fluffy blob of cotton candy.

If there's anyone I love to prove wrong, it's our Fearless Leader...and maybe Donnie, cuz he's the smartest. Raph just gets pissed off and starts pounding on me. Although...it is funny sometimes when Raph gets pissed. Umm...where was I again?

Oh yah.

Proving Leo wrong.

Unfortunately, this may take some time. I've been sitting here on the couch staring at him for like...where's the clock? Ok, so 15 whole minutes now. He's like a stale piece of pizza crust which refuses to crumble.

I can tell I am getting to him a little. He's pretending to read his magazine, but he's sitting there a little too stiffly, and he's a little too fidgety. Is his eye twitching? He keeps looking at me out of the corners of his eyes...pfft...as if I don't notice?! Ninja stealthy Leo side stares are an epic fail.

And since I know he's watching me, I keep inching closer, my eyes adorable and huge. I put my best innocent face on. I can hear D snickering from behind me.

Snickering sounds like a Snickers bar. I could sure go for one of those right now. I should ask April to buy me one.

Focus, Mikey.

I'm a few inches away from Leo now. He's starting to get annoyed, I can tell by his breathing. It's gotten faster. But he's still keeping his eyes on his magazine.

Dude, this is going to be so fun. Mikey for the win!

Right in his ear I whisper, "Boo. ya. ka. sha."

I think he's finally had it. He slams down his magazine and glares at me. Usually he saves that glare special for Raph. I dun good.

"What, Mikey?"

"I told you so!" I reply smugly. For added effect, I cross my arms and stick out my tongue. Gotta get my full point across, y'know. It's just not the same if I don't do it right.

"Told me what." I think that would usually be a question, but the way he says it...it totally sounds more like a cheesed off statement than a question at all.

"That our cartoons are side-kick, dude!"

"Side-kick?" he gets a really confused look on his face.

I don't think he's catching on. He looks like I just told him that I turn into a human on the full moon. Like a were-turtle-human.

"Yes!" I throw my arms up in the air dramatically. "They tell the fuuuuutttttuuuuurrrrreeee!" I wiggle my fingers around mystically.

D's laughing gets even louder and I hear a thud. Turning around, I see that he's fallen off the couch and onto the floor. He's clutching his sides and rolling back and forth on his shell. Is what I said really that hilarious?

"Psychic...you mean psychic…" he huffs out in between his laugh fest.

"Yah!" I point at my genius bro. "Psychic. Our cartoons are psychic!"

Now it's Leo's turn to cross his arms. He does it a lot seriouser than I do, and he gets that stop-being-ridiculous-Michelangelo look on his face. And yes...his look totally spells out my full name. That's how seriouser it is. It's even bordering seriousest.

"Stop being ridiculous, Michelangelo."

Aww, see, brah? I totally called it!

"There is no way that a cartoon show can specifically tell what our missions will be like."

"But…" I protest. He really cannot see it? "The Crognard I watched yesterday had to do with mind control...and Raph got mind controlled...and that's not the only time...how about when -"

"Mikey, mind control is the oldest cartoon cliche out there," D pipes in. "It's just a coincidence."

I pout, sticking my bottom beak out as far as I can. They still don't get it.

"Then it must be some kind of wonky cosmic coincidence," I frown.

"It's ludicrous to even ponder that a cartoon that has been animated to air for people all over the world could coincide with our own personal lives. Besides, as far as the rest of the world is concerned...we don't even exist," Donnie says in his I'm-super-smart-so-you-better-listen-to-me. voice.

I shrug. I give up. These dudes are hopeless. I flop back and grab the remote. Speaking of which, Crognard is coming on. Maybe they will get a huge, perfectly crafted pizza in this episode. Then cosmic coincidence will bring me the same thing. Ahh yah…

Oh hey, look a new character on Crognard. Dude-at-Arms. Looks like some brainy inventor type.

He just saved Wizardess, asked her on a date, and she saw yes! D'awwww….!

Donnie's sitting next to me now. He looks very interested in the show.

"Mikey…" D says, his voice sounding far away. Wow...his eyes look big and hopeful. Like a cute widdle puppy. "Just how many times have you noticed this 'cartoon coinciding with our lives' thing?"

As the end credits run, I place an arm around my brainy bro's shoulder. I have a lot to teach him. Where do I begin?

"Well, D, you see…"

This might take a while. I suggest you take a comfy seat, and grab a nice warm slice of pizza…

A/N: And there is my first attempt at a purely humor piece. And writing in first person...I rarely do that. Thanks for reading!