Mikey and Don's Conversation

"Mikey, turn off the light, will ya?" Donny yawned as he walked to his room.

"No way, D-man! You're closest!" Mikey said, running to his room.

"Mikey, you just ran past it!"

"Still, you're closest, dude!"

"But you could've turned it off as you ran past!"

"I didn't, and you're closest!"

Donny growled. "Mikey…!"

"That's my name, and you're wearing it out!"

"How can I wear your name out? It's not even tangible!"

"Uh…Yes, it is! My name can be on a piece of paper!" Mikey sounded proud of himself.

"But that's a piece of paper with your name on it. It's not your name," Donny pointed out.

Mikey was silent for a couple seconds. Then, "BAAAAH!" he suddenly screamed, making Donny jump.

"Mikey, what did you do?"

"Ow…I just poked myself in the eye…"

Donny was thoroughly confused. "And…What were you just doing?" he wondered.

"I was playing 'Chicken' with myself. Well, really my finger and my eye."

Donny slapped his forehead. "And…You didn't expect to poke yourself in the eye?"

"Nope!" Mikey said innocently. "I thought that one of the two would chicken out, but neither of them did. Ow…That really hurt!" He rubbed his eye.

"Mikey…" Don sighed. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Throw me out a window?" Mikey answered energetically.

"Mikey, we don't have windows."

"Goah! You threw off my groove!"

Donny rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Donny! I know you want to join in!" Mikey laughed.

Don smiled. "I'm sorry, but you've thrown off the emperor's groove."

"SORRY!"

"What happened?"

"Well, I threw off the emperor's groove."

"What?"

"His groove! The rhythm in which he lives his life! His pattern of behavior! I threw it off, and the emperor had me thrown out the window!"

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Donny smiled.

"Come on! We haven't gotten to the best part yet!

"Oh. Well, I'm supposed to see him-"

Mikey immitated an old man as he said, "DON'T THROW OFF HIS GROOVE!"

"Oh, okay."

"Beware the groove!"

"Hey, are you gonna be alright?"

"Grooooove…"

The brothers cracked up.

"Aw, man! I love that movie!" Mikey exclaimed, stretching.

"I agree. That's on my top ten list."

"What are the other ten?"

"Nine?" Donny corrected.

"Nine…Whatever. You know math's not my strong suit."

"Yeah…But I don't know. It keeps changing."

Mikey suddenly gaspec. "Oooh!" he said.

"What happened now?" Donny said.

Mikey laughed as he answered, "I have fingers!"

Donny shook his head. "And…You just discovered that?"

"Yes!" Mikey answered, still laughing.

"Wow."

"Wow upside-down is Mom! Isn't that amazing?" Mikey discovered.

"Yeah, Mikey. Amazing," Don answered sarcastically as he got up and turned off the light.

"HA! I win!" Mikey punched the air as a victory gesture.

"Win what?"

"You turned off the light, and I didn't! So, therefore, I win!"

"We weren't having a contest, Mikey."

"We were too. You just didn't know."

Donny had a very confused expression on his face as he shook his head. "That doesn't work, Mikey."

"Yes it does! It does in MikeyLand."

"But we're not in MikeyLand, are we?"

"I'm always in MikeyLand!"

"Of course you are. But, I can feel my IQ dropping as I'm talking to you, so…"

Mikey made bubbley noises as a response.

"Exactly my point."

"Wait! Waitwaitwait! I'm not done talking yet, Donny! You just want to leave cause I won!"

"Mikey, there was no contest!"

"You know there was, Donny! But I knew you knew, you just didn't know I knew that you knew, so you pretended to not know that you knew I knew that you knew, cause I knew that you knew I knew! That…you knew! That I knew?" Mikey's voice took on a very confused tone.

Donny blinked. "Yeah. IQ dropping steadily. I'm just gonna go to bed now."

He started to walk to his room when Mikey asked, "What do you want for breakfast tomorrow, Donny?"

"That was out of the blue…But, I would say pancakes."

"Too bad! Cuase in the morning, I'm makin waffles!"

Donny closed his eyes and smiled as he sat down and leaned against the wall. This conversation could carry on for a while.

"What's your favorite element, Donny?"

"What?" Donny opened his eyes.

"Y'know: fire, water, wind and earth. If you could choose, which one would you be?"

"Probably wind. Which would you be?"

"Water. Raph would definitely be fire, don't you think?"

Don laughed. "Yeah. And Leo would be earth?"

"Yeah! He's very down to earth. It's perfect for him!"

"What? Are you saying I'm not, because I chose wind?" Donny demanded playfully.

"Uh…I like ponies," Mikey responded. "Especially pretty pink ones that prance around rainbows!"

"Mikey, are you feeling okay?"

"Nope!" Mikey said cheerfully. "I'm too tired to fall asleep, so I'm just gonna talk to you all night!"

"Oh, joy. But how can you be to tired to fall asleep?"

"Hasn't that ever happened to you, D-Man?"

"No."

"Not even after, like, a totally brutal training session?"

"Nope."

"But you've stayed up all night long before!"

"Because I was working on something," Don pointed out.

"Oh. Well, since you're up, can you fix my iPod? It's been flippin out lately."

"As long as I'm up, I might as well be doing something productive."

Don turned on the light as Mikey got his iPod. The two walked to Donny's lab, where he did all the techy stuff.

"What can I help with, Donny?" Mikey asked.

"You can hand me the stuff I ask for. Screwdriver," Donny held out his hand.

"Uh…This thingy?" Mikey handed him a wrench.

Don sighed. "No, Mikey. That's a wrench." He fished out a screwdriver. "This is a screwdriver," he said, getting the screws off the casing.

"Oh…Why do they call it a screwdriver?"
"Probably because it gets the screws in andxc out of stuff," Donny said.

"Then why not call it a screwgetter?"

"Uh…Because you're the only one who would call it that."

"Oh. What's this thing?" Mikey asked pulling something shiny out of Don's toolbox.

"That is a hammer, Mikey. And please be careful and don't-"

"OW!" Mikey yelled after he'd pounded his fingers.

"-hurt yourself…" Donny slapped his face. "Mikey, can you just let me finish a sentence? For ONCE in my life?"

"Evidently not," Mikey replied, shaking his hand out. "But that sure woke me up!"

"Great," Don said sarcastically.

"Ooh! Pretty shinies!" Mikey said, looking over his brother's shoulder at the music player's curcuit board.

"Don't touch!" Don slapped his brother's hand.

"Ow! Donny, that was the hammered hand!"

"Sorry," Donny shrugged.

All of a sudden, Mikey screamed at the top of his lungs.

"What?" Donatello demanded, taking out his bo staff, but seeing no danger.

"Oh. My shadow just freaked me out!" Mikey laughed.

Donny sighed. "Y'know what, Mikey? I don't see anything wrong with it," the smart turtle said, putting the casing back on Mikey's iPod.

"Well, whenever I turned it on, it froke out!"

"I just turned it on, and nothing was wrong with it."

"Oh. Donny, you have the magical turtle touch!" Mikey said, grabbing the music player from his brother's hands.

"Yeah, I know. Now, if we stay up any longer, I think Master Splinter will probably murder us."

"What time is it, anyway?"

"Almost three-thirty."

"Whoa! I could've sworn it was, like, two fourty-five!"

"It was. When we started this conversation."

"Whoa. We'd probably get to bed then. Well, g'night, Donny!" Mikey said, leaving Don's lab.

"Turn off the light before-!"
"You're closest, bro!" Mikey laughed from his room.

Donny sighed and shook his head. "If I were Raph, Mikey, you realize you would've been impaled by now? Probably when you refused to turn off the light the first time."

"Yeah, but you're not Raph. That means you won't hurt me when I joke around with you."

"True," Donny gave in. "Well, g'night, Mikey!"

"G'night, bro!"

Donny turned off the light and the two turles dreamt wonderful, sweet little…Okay. They dremt about beating up Foot ninja. As they usually did. And beating the Shredder was their best dream ever.