A/N Still don't own them. This, however, is the sequal to my first story "Blended Family." Hopefully it will be as enjoyable as its predecessor.

It was late in the evening, and most of the family had already gone to bed. Everybody except the two "youngest," that is. Had any of their brothers been around to see them conspiring, it would have sent a jolt of well earned alarm through said brother. After all, seeing just Mikey or Michelangelo with that plotting look on his face was enough to make any sane turtle wary. To see the two of them, whispering together while wearing that look would have sent the family running for cover. The two "brothers" were so involved in their plotting, however, that they were unaware that they were no longer alone, until they heard someone clear their throat behind them. Jumping in surprise, the pair turned to find Leo standing behind them, arms crossed over his chest, a stern look on his face.

"There will be no plotting," he told them gruffly, "unless I can get in on it too."

Michelangelo could only goggle at his older brother. Leo? In on a prank? No way! Mikey, on the other hand, gave his big brother a glowing, knowing grin. "Welcome aboard, bro," he told Leo.

"Whoa, are you nuts," Michelangelo exclaimed, looking at his double in shock. "That's Leo!"

"So," Mikey said, puzzled by his alternate's protests.

"Duh, Leo doesn't do pranks," Michelangelo explained. Mikey just shook his head and threw an arm around Michelangelo's shoulders.

"Dude, you are looking at the master of pranks," Mikey said, pointing at Leo. "Trust me. Good as we are, he's better. Besides, who else is better suited for getting the evil Gemini's?" The evil Gemini's had been the nickname Mikey had given Raph and Raphael, who had a tendency to adopt identical body language and grumpy looks, usually at the same time, whenever they were unhappy with something.

Michelangelo gave his big brother a considering look. "All right," he finally said. "This is what we're thinking." His voice dropped to a whisper as he outlined the plan he and Mikey had developed. To his surprise, Leo seemed anxious to assist, even going as far as to provide some flourishes of his own. After ten minutes of further plotting, the trio set off to carry out their separate parts of the mission. Their brothers were never going to know what hit them.

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The next morning, Raph awoke as usual. Climbing from his bed, he stretched a little bit before heading to the kitchen for a cup of tea to help him wake up before practice. It was Leo's turn, and he knew the oldest turtle was going to be pushing his brothers hard today.

Raph reached the kitchen to find Donny and Donatello, or the Geek twins as he called them, already there. What he wasn't expecting, however, was their appearance. Someone, and one guess who, had expertly, though tastefully, made up his brothers' faces. From the perfectly blended blush, to the oddly fetching lipstick, the pair looked like a pair of bizarre fashion plates. Shell, Raph thought to himself, even their nails were done. Even more disconcerting were the pastel violet masks that had replaced their usual head gear. Donny's had a pattern of small white flowers dotting it, while Donatello's sported a small bow directly over his right ear.

"What the shell happened to you two," he asked rather pointlessly.

"The same thing that happened to you," Donny told him with a smirk.

"What," Raph exclaimed, grabbing up a hand mirror he had just then noticed lying on the table. Sure enough, his face was similarly painted, and his mask had been replaced with a pale pink one, trimmed in lace. Likewise, his fingernails had been painted a matching pink. Before Raph could say anything, a yell could be heard coming from the bathroom. The sound actually made Raph smile.

"Sound like Menace just saw himself," he muttered to his brothers, speaking of the second oldest turtle and Raph's older self.

"Where are they," Raphael growled as he came tearing into the kitchen, pink mask and nails somewhat taking away from his normal threatening manner. "Where are the Brats?" By which, of course, he meant Mikey and Michelangelo.

"Morning, dudes," Mikey said, as he and his double came into the kitchen. The rest of the family could only stare at the pair in wonderment. Mikey gave them a mystified look in return; this certainly wasn't the response he was expecting to receive. Jus then, Donny started to chuckle. "What," Mikey asked. Without saying a word, Raph handed him the small mirror. Looking into, Mikey couldn't hold back his snort of surprise. Looking back at him was a face just as made up and worked over as any of his brothers. And just like the rest of the family, his mask had been replaced by a pale yellow one covered in white daisies. Michelangelo had received the same treatment, though his mask was covered in glitter instead.

Looking at each other, the two youngest turtles started to laugh. It seemed their co-conspirator had ad-libbed the night before. All laughter came to a grinding halt, however, when Master Splinter came into the kitchen. That was simply because no one knew quite what to say. Finally, Michelangelo squeaked out, "Morning sensei. How are you feeling this morning?"

"I am quite well my son," the elderly rat replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I don't know," the turtle replied. "I just thought you might be," he struggled to keep his laughter contained, "feeling a bit," a giggle finally escaped, "blue." At this, Michelangelo couldn't hold it back any longer, and he about fell over he was laughing so hard. Mikey and the others soon joined him. Splinter gave his sons, both sets, a vexed look. However, being well versed in his youngest's propensity for gags, he knew there was more the outburst. Imperiously, Splinter reached a hand out to Raph, who gathered himself enough to hand him the mirror. It immediately became apparent just what had his sons in such an uproar for, although it was very pale, especially against the grey of his fur, there was no denying that Splinter was a definite blue color.

"Mikey, Michelangelo," Splinter growled as he lowered the mirror.

"I swear, sensei," Michelangelo gasped through his tears and laughter, "We had nothing to do with this."

"Then who did," the rat asked archly. Just then, Leo came into the kitchen; a very clean and unadorned Leo.

"Good morning sensei," he said calmly, as if his father had always been a lovely color of pastel blue. Then, with a wry twist of his lips he added to his brothers, "And how are you lovely ladies this morning?"

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"I'm going to kill him," Raphael told his double later practice. It had taken nearly an hour to start their training, for everyone had refused to start until after they had taken the time to remove all traces of Leo and the Brats' artistic endeavors. At this time, Leo was working one-on-one with Master Splinter, leaving the others free to go about their daily activities.

"No you're not," his double replied, taking a bite of his cereal.

"Why not," Raphael grumped as he ate his cereal as well.

"Firstly, because this was not a death-worthy prank," Raph told him.

"Yeah, you keep on believing that until the pictures show up," the other turtle warned.

"Anyway," Raph continued, "think about what a big step for Leo this was."

"Yeah, a big step into immaturity," Raphael countered.

"No, Raph's right," Donatello interjected. "Six months ago, Leo never would have even considered pulling something like this."

"That he's doing so now means he's secure enough with the family to let loose," Donny said, finishing his alternate's thought.

"You two know I hate it when you do that, right," Raphael asked, but the others just ignored him.

"Besides," Mikey added. "He got Master Splinter. I mean, I've been tempted before, but I never had the guts to actually pull something on Sensei."

"Come on, Raphael," Michelangelo wheedled his older brother. "You have to admit, seeing Master Splinter completely blue was pretty funny. Besides, Leo managed to prank us, too, and we're the ones who planned the whole thing in the first place."

"That reminds me," Donny said, "where did you get the make-up anyway?"

"Mine was in the stuff I brought with us," Mikey admitted. "And Michelangelo has slowly been collecting his for the past couple of months. I don't know where Leo got his."

"All right, if you're doing confessions, who made up whom," Donatello asked.

"I did you," Michelangelo said. "And Mikey got Donny. Leo did both Raph and Raphael. We knew he was the only who could get away with it without waking either of them up."

"Wait, wait," Raphael said. "You mean Leo managed to get me, Raph, both of you, and Master Splinter, all without waking anyone up, look bright as a daisy this morning despite the apparent lack of sleep, and still try to half kill us during practice?"

The two orange masked turtles looked at each other, then back at Raphael. "Yep," they replied in unison. At this, Raphael was finally forced to laugh.

"All right," he conceded. "Leo's off the hook this time. I mean, if he could pull all that off in one night, and still whip our tails this morning in practice, well you gotta admire the boy. Now, while wonder boy is still occupied with Master Splinter, let's get some planning done ourselves. If we're going to throw Leo a welcome back party in three days, we need to get some things settled."

And with that, the six brothers set to work finalizing their plans.