That word
Disclaimer: Nope I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles – they belong to Kelvin and Eastman. This is rated PG for Rapheal's colourful language. Basically it's what this short is about. You have been warned.
Thought I'd write a short about Raphael's favourite word. This is a tribute to his interesting vocabulary. Enjoy!
Raphael woke up to the sound of a loud drilling noise; he rolled over to look at his clock. 9am. He was meant to have been at training an two hours ago.
"Damn!" He exclaimed. The drilling stoped for a moment. Good, thought Raph, maybe he's not the only one who slept in and was being disturbed by Donnie's racket.
His nose then picked up the delightful smell of waffles, His stomach growled with hunger. "Damn, that smells good. Wish I could just ring through to the kitchen and have Mike deliver room service. Mind you, Splinter and Leo would have a fit if any of them took food into their rooms. Damn their stupid rules." He mumbled to himself.
He rolled out of bed and knocked his knee on the bed post. "Damn!"
After rubbing it, he got up and walked to the door. He was not totally awake, when he opened the door only to hit his forehead. "Damn!"
He walked out into the lounge room, not noticing the skateboard lying around, he went sliding along into the couch. "Damn!" He cried.
"Good morning to you too, Raph," Donnie said, as he plonked himself back at his work station, with his plate of waffles in the hand.
"Yeah well what you expect, when you wake a damn bloke up with your damn racket?"
"Stop saying that! If Sensei was to hear you, you'd get in a lot of trouble." Leonardo said from the doorway.
"Damn you Leo. Like I give a damn about the crap you come up with."
Mike walked past and plonked himself onto the couch, with his waffles.
"Where's mine?" Raph asked.
"Wiseman say, he who misses training does not receive waffles." Mike replied flipping on the TV.
"Damn you Mike. Give me a damn waffle." Raph reached to grab one off Mike's plate.
Mike ducked and ran off to the other side of the room "These aren't damn waffles. They're bloody delicious."
"Michelangelo! Please don't you start." Leo exclaimed.
"Keep the damn out of this one Leo. You damn interfer when Mike and I are damn talking."
"Why you on at me for? Raph says Damn all the time. It's the main word in his vocabulary."
"Gee, Mickey, vocabulary that's a large word for a young turtle. But you do have a point, here Raph you may find this useful". Don throws a book at Raph.
"Why have me read this damn thing?"
"Because it's a dictionary and it has lots of words in it. It'll expand your horizons a little."
"Damn you Don!" As he throw the book back towards Donnie.
Mike had finished wolfing down his waffle.
"I agree with Raph, why read any book, let alone a dictionary to learn new words. When you can watch TV. Besides, I know just the right show that can teach our Raph some new words!"
"Really? I'll believe it when I see it." Leo remarked.
"Thrilling, what damn crap you got in mind oh intelligent turtle?" Raph said sarcastically.
Mike turned the remote, until it landed on a show they used to watch when they were little kids.It had a red furry puppet singing and dancing. Mike grinned at his brothers, enjoying his joke. Leo and Don laughed.
"Yeap, that's more like it'll be at your IQ level Raph!" Don piped in between his fit of laughter.
"Damn the damn lot of you damn jerks!" Raph stormed out of the lair, past Master Splinters room. All the racket had disturbed his meditation...
"Damn kids! Can't even damn meditate without that lot being damn noisy."