Author's Note: Hi! I've always wanted to do a one-shot series, and I thought I do a little humor/family/fluff. I had a lot of fun writing this one, and looking forward to adding more! I plan to cover more board games, card games, and perhaps video gaming- I'll see how it goes! I hope you all enjoy and check out some of my other stuff as well! Thanks so much! Enjoy!

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The Extravaganza

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It's going to rain soon. I don't have much time.

Leonardo readies his weapons, wrapping one of the navy wool scarves that April made for him for Christmas a few years back around his neck. It was pretty cold out, and he rather himself going topside than his brothers. Maybe he was still worried, even after everything they've been through.

A loud groan from the living room caught Leonardo's attention.

Suddenly it hit him.

Wait. It's Friday isn't it?

Well, at least I'm on pizza duty.

Carefully stepping out into the lair, Leonardo grimaced at the sight. How could he have forgotten? Every second Friday of the month the four of them would endure 'The-Extravaganza-Championship-Battle-Night' (Or in other, realistic words, 'Family Game Night')—an event Mikey oh-so-proudly came up with years ago when they were kids because he complained so much about playing something that Raphael ended up beating him up over it. Sensei thought it was a reasonable comprise.

"Remind me again why we are playing this stupid, idiotic game." Raphael's monotone voice echoed the liar, as he leaned back against the couch. Glancing over at Leo, he groaned, "And how fearless got to ditch this?"

"Because," Donnie sat across from Raph on the floor, looking up at Leo. "Leo is on pizza duty tonight. And because it was either this or 'Catch Phrase'—and you remember how that ended last time…"

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"Oh! Jelly Donut!"

"YEAH!"

Jelly Donut? The hell did Fearless even know how to describe that? HE NEVER EATS THOSE. It's against his honor or some stupid shit. Freakin' loser…

Donnie quickly tossed the device onto Raphael's lap revealing the next word.

'Dead End'? Easy enough. Come on, Mikey.

It wasn't Raphael's choice that he ended up with Mikey; each older sibling got paired with the younger one—and Leo was too quick to call Don. But he didn't have time to be complaining how he ended up with Mikey, the game was tied—it was so close to the end of the game. The timer began to beep faster—since the timer really doesn't have a set time, you'd just have to keep acting and guessing until someone correctly figures it out. Whoever ends up holding the small device as the timer stops, looses. Although, you cannot say the word exactly. Making Mikey being your partner harder.

"Mikey! First word!" Raphael took out his sai, dramatically pretending to stab himself in the gut.

"OH! OH! OH!" Mikey jumped up and down form his seat. Like a million light bulbs clicking in his head, Mikey began shouting out words. "Stabbed! Gut! Bleeding! Attacked! Romeo and Juliet!"

Leonardo and Donnie exchanged sinister grins, watching their opponents completely falter before them. Only a few more seconds beeped faster and faster.

"No!" Raphael continued his charade, pretending to collapse on his side. "What happens after that?!"

"OH! OH! OH!" Mikey was on a roll, firing any words he could think of quickly. "Internal bleeding! You're dying? Dead?"

"Yeah! Okay, second word!" Raphael figured acting wasn't going to be enough time to win, they're running out of time. "If it's not the beginning it's the-!"

BEEP.

"Yeah!" Donnie cheered, clapping Leo he smirked back at Raph. "Aw you two were so close. Looks like you two are cleaning the lair tonight! Ha!"

As if watching Donnie and Leo smugly win wasn't enough for Raphael, Mikey's voice cracked.

"…It was 'dead last' wasn't it?"

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"You chased me around the entire lair until I tripped in the dojo and sprained my ankle!"

"Not my fault he's tripped over his own stupid self. Wait, Mikey, what the-!" Raphael exclaimed, "Where the hell does it say in the freakin' rules that I need to roll exactly the number I need to get back in the stupid-little-freaking-house-thing-whatever the hell it is!"

"Uh, I'm like 99% sure it was you! Remember the last time we played 'Sorry' and you were all like-!" Mikey sat upright, and accurately began imitating Raph. "This game is too freakin' easy! Make it more challenging or something! Gr!"

Donnie bit his lip and shrugged sheepishly. "Yeah, sorry Raph, you did. So we changed the rules so that you need to roll the exact number you need in order to get your pawn home. So, in your case, you needed exactly a five. But you rolled a three, so you have to go backwards three."

"Why the hell would I help come up with some goddamn stupid rule like that?" Raphael crossed his arms, watching as Mikey excitedly rolled the dice. "Now the game will go on for freakin' ever! Don, just freakin' win so this goddamn game will end-."

"HA!" Mikey's grin grew wide as he examined the dice. Picking up his yellow piece, he began tapping it closer to Raphael's red pawn. "And now that Raphie's little pawn is defenseless…SORRY!"

"Are you freakin' kidding me?!" Raphael shouted, shoving Mikey away from his game piece. "This is bullshit."

"Wrong game, Raphie."

"I swear, Mikey, I am two seconds away from really making you sorry!"

Donnie desperately looked up at Leonardo. "Do you have to do the pizza run? Can't April or Casey do it before coming? Please don't leave me."

"It's my turn, besides I promised Mikey I'd play when I come back." Leonardo shrugged. Taking out his shell-cell he quickly checked the time. "I'll be back in a bit. Try not to kill each other while I'm gone."

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Leonardo carried the warm pizza boxes close to him as he began to head closer to the lair. It wasn't until he finally made it home that the sight in front of him nearly caused him to drop the boxes.

The lair was pitch black. A single pin-drop echoed into the lair. Leonardo's heart raced, carefully placing the boxes down he carefully reached for his katana. Did someone attack the lair? He should have never left them all alone; he would never live with himself if something happened-.

Suddenly, an all too familiar voice whispered in his ear, "SORRY!"

"AH!" Michelangelo's voice made Leonardo jumped forward, loosing his balancing- and without any sight- tripped over the end table next to the couch and collapsed straight onto the floor.

All the lights suddenly shined brightly back on, and the echoes of his brothers' laughter drummed over and over. Leonardo found himself sprawled across the floor, stretched over the 'Sorry' board game. Leonardo glared at his brothers, struggling to stand back on his feet. "What the hell do you guys think you're doing?! I could have hurt one of you-! Who did-?!"

"I'm surprised Michelangelo caught you off guard, Leonardo." Splinter, standing near the light switch, smiled devilishly. "Although I do not enjoy partaking in events like these, I believe it was a well lessoned learned for us all."

"Oh?" Donnie smirked, watching Leonardo inch closer to Mikey. "And what was that?"

"MIKEY!"

"OH NO YOU DON'T!" Raphael tackled his youngest brother.

"AHHH!"

"That 'sorry' won't help Michelangelo for long." Splinter chuckled.

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