It had started out such a good day.
The morning had started out innocently enough, with the brothers finishing their gruelling training session with Master Splinter and then disappearing into the lair to do their various hobbies.
Leonardo was (naturally) in the dojo performing a Kata of some sort and was in total Ninja-Mode so to speak, in other words meaning he did not want to be disturbed. Raphael was in the garage attending to his beloved motorcycle and like the eldest turtle also did not want to be disturbed. And of course, Donatello himself was seated at his computer wondering why the blasted thing had stopped working on the day his experiment on whether or not is would be safe to convert the river water to drinking water was due to finish.
In other words, the three eldest turtles were firmly set into their little worlds and therefore it was little surprise to the fates that Murphy's Law soon came rolling in with the added emphasis of a tremendous crash and the scream of the youngest turtle Michelangelo.
"Leo! Raph! Donny! Help!"
Immediately the elder three were snapped out of their mini realities and alerted to the sound of their distressed brother. Leo came hurtling out of the Dojo, swords at the ready, expecting the worst. Raphael nearly flew out of his room in a blaze of red and green with fire burning in his veins. Donatello burst out of his laboratory with his Bo staff in one hand and looking round wildly for his distraught brother. The three landed in the centre of their lair and their gaze settled on the youngest turtle that was currently lying on the floor in a pool of red. The worst thoughts burst to the surface and with a combined yell of "Mikey!" the three ninja's were at their brother's side looking with Donatello desperately for injuries and the two eldest looking wildly around for any sign of an enemy. They saw no immediate threat and fell to the side of their brother who was covered in red.
Donatello, after a brief period of frantic searching was puzzled to find no wounds or any injuries at all, then a certain smell permeated his hyperactive senses and his eyes narrowed to slits.
"Mikey…this is paint, red paint,"
Michelangelo opened his eyes and grinned weakly at his stunned brothers with their weapons drawn and their eyes feral with receding fear and growing anger.
"Erm, sorry guys, I was painting the wall like, y'know and I fell…all the paint, kinda exploded…could have sworn I hurt myself…erm, sorry for the false alarm?"
Their was silence in the lair for about ten second, then with a furious roar, Raphael lunged for the red painted turtle who quickly became a speck heading towards the end of a tunnel with the furious red-masked turtle hot on his heels screaming and swearing after him,
"Sorry Raphy! I thought I really was dead that time! Honest!"
"Ya bonehead! We thought ya'd died ya little shellbrain! I swear to god if I don't get my sai's on you....!"
The noise faded and soon both Leo and Donny stood alone in the middle of their now paint splattered home. Donatllo looked at his brother and grinned feebly, the eldest turtle still looked as if he was recovering from the overall shock and his swords were still tightly gripped in his hands, shaking slightly. Donny patted his shoulders sympathetically.
"You ok there bro?"
Leonardo cleared his throat and sheathed his swords before turning to regard his brother with a weak smile,
"Yeah, I'm fine…but I really wish Mikey would stop doing that,"
"Yep, sure would be nice if he could refrain from the death scenes at least for a week,"
The purple clad turtle gave a half hearted smile and turned back towards the lab, pondering not only his recent experiment again, but the eternal foolishness of little brothers.