(So, here is my first drabble in a very long time. It just seemed like something Don would do. I know I would if I had the brains to attempt it. The sitcom in question will be revealed at the end for those that do not watch the actual show. )

Michelangelo waylaid Donatello as soon as he came out of the kitchen.

"Donny!" he cried. "You gotta watch this show with me!"

Don sighed and put up his free hand, the other holding a can of soda. "I can't, Mikey. I really have too much to do tonight."

Not to be deterred, Mike grabbed the outstretched hand and dragged his unwilling brother into the living area. "Please! You've been in your lab all day. It's only thirty minutes. Twenty, if you leave out the commercials. C'mon. You can spare twenty minutes for your favorite brother."

Dragging his feet as he went, Don allowed himself to be pulled. "You mean it's a sitcom? Mike, I don't like sitcoms."

The protest didn't stop the dragging and eventually Don was in front of the televisions. The whole time Mikey didn't stop persuading. "You'll like this one. It's funny. I mean, really funny. And…it's like…a sophisticated funny. Just watch it one time with me, and I won't ask you for anything ever again."

"We both know that's not true." But he sat down anyway. Either Mike was really convincing him, or he just didn't have the strength to put up a bigger argument. He had been working pretty hard the last week.

Mike sat down beside him and flipped the television to the correct channel. "Ok, I won't ask you for anything for the next hour."

Don rolled his eyes thinking that probably wasn't going to be true either. "What's the name of the show?"

Less than an hour later, Don was back in his lab. The projects he had been working on were pushed to one side and he was studying the computer monitor intently. The turtle was frantically scribbling numbers, letters, and signs on a piece of paper. He was so engrossed in his studying, that he didn't hear Mike come into the room.

His brother walked in slowly. "Donny, I'm sorry I made you watch…hey! What're you doing?" The image captured on Don's screen looked awfully familiar.

Don waved off his brother. "Busy. Go away."

Mike grinned. "Wait, wait, wait. That's the show. I thought you hated it!"

"I didn't say that," Don mumbled. "I said I didn't see the humor."

Mike laughed. "So why do you have a scene from the show frozen on your computer?"

Don looked up at the ceiling and gave the long suffering sigh that he reserved for when someone was interrupting important work with something trivial. "Research. Now, go away. Please. I have to think about this."

"Think about what?"

Don switched into not listening mode. He needed absolute concentration to solve those physics equations that were on that show he watched with Mikey. If Sheldon Cooper could figure it out, so could he!

(The show is the "Big Bang Theory." Sheldon is a genius physicist that has equations on a board in his living room in almost every show)