Title: "Prankster's Block"
Author: Kat Lee, formerly Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary: Mikey has a serious problem.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: 244. That's the number of stories that were sitting on my hard drive collecting dust because I lack the energy and time to take care of them as I once did. My betaing pattern has always been to write, then type up if written on paper, the story, read it aloud to my beloved Jack and our children, editing as I go, and then finally format and post. Sadly, this part is simply taking too much of my time and energy, and my beloved Jack and I have too little time together in person these days to be able to keep up with my stories. So what to do? Give up writing? I actually considered it for a while, tried to make excuses to myself other than the large number of stories collecting cyber dust on my computer, as to why I lacked the energy and Muse to write new tales. And then, with the turn of the new year, I decided to stop running and face the problem. The problem is, quite frankly, that once one gets so bogged down in formatting and editing that writing is no longer a pleasure but the actual posting of those writings becomes a hassle and - egad! - work, it's time to cut something out, and that will never be the writing process. So, in short, yes, there will be mistakes in this tale. Yes, it's missing about half of the header information I usually include. But I wrote it for pleasure and am posting it in hopes of sharing that pleasure with others. Do with it as you will.

This wasn't like him, he thought with a sigh as he stared at the objects before him. He should be able to come up with something, or at least hatch a new scheme to create something. Even his shell sagged with his dispiritedness. He had never been this bored or listless.

He knew he had the Foot and all their recent battles to blame for his mood and lack of inspiration. He wished he could kick some of them around for sport right now, but none were present for the first time all week. It was actually quiet, almost too quiet. It was the perfect time to cheer up his brothers and Sensei, all of whom were too busy training to pay attention to him at the moment, which only added to his feeling of frustration.

He sighed again and selected one of his favorite tools. He emitted yet another sigh as he let the rubber chicken swing from his green fingertips. Not even it could cheer him up. It was official: He had prankster's block. There was only one thing for it: he needed more lessons from the best. Mikey ran for the TV. "Three Stooges, here I come!"

The End