Yeah, I'm a sucker for Mikey, (grins) aren't we all? Enjoy!

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Disclaimer: They're mine alright. See? The voices in my head agree.

Don rolled out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen, for once managing not to bump into anything on the way. Through eyes that were still foggy with sleep, he noticed a green-and-blue blur pass him. The name "Leo" wandered aimlessly through his mind for a bit, but the sluggish mess of his brain didn't really care.

"Morning Don."

"Mm."

He blundered past a green-and-orange shape that was doing something with a large browny-orange pillar, walked face-first into the fridge, and fumbled automatically for the coffee machine. The word "pizza" wandered through his mind, and for a moment the part of his brain that was conscious wondered why it was there, but the word "caffeine" appeared, and he decided he preferred this word a lot.

"Hey Don-man, what's up?"

"Coffee."

"Look what I'm making!"

"Coffee."

"You really are still asleep, aren't you?"

"Coffee."

The green-and-orange blob stood up. "What's the secret of life?"
"Coffee."

"What comes out of a horse's butt?"
"Coffee."

"Who's the current president of the US?"

"Coffee."

"What's not coffee?"

"Coffee."

The shape dropped back down into its seat. "Alright, I've had my fun."

Don finished making the coffee and drained the mug in a single gulp. Coffee…Brain…forming…coherent sentences... He caught sight of what Mikey had been working on. What the shell?

"Mikey." Don said, relishing the restored mental power to form sentences.

Mikey glanced up. "Oh hey, sleeping Donnie awakes."

"What the shell's that?"

"Like it?" Mikey's eyes sparkled. "I'm doing just what you told me to."

"Wha- When exactly did I tell you to make a 5-foot-high stack of pizzas?"

Mikey gazed at his creation fondly. Don blinked at it. Okay, so I'm used to being misunderstood, but this is ridiculous.

"You said I should get a little culture. So I watched a TV show about some dude called Galileo, and they mentioned the leaning tower of pizza!"

"The leaning tower of…" Donnie's jaw flopped about at a loose end for a bit.

"So I thought I could make my own one. What do you think?"

"What do I… Mikey, there are so many things I could say right now."

"I know, it's awesome, right?"

"What are we supposed to do with it? Drop an olive and an anchovy off the top to see which one lands first?"

Mikey blinked at him. "Why would we do that?"

"Mikey… you fell asleep during that TV show, didn't you?"

Mikey looked shamefaced. "Dude, how do you always know?"

"Because it's the leaning tower of Pisa, Mikey, Pisa. Not pizza… Pisa."

"…Oops. So is that, like, Spanish of whatever for Pizza?"

"NO. The Leaning Tower of Pisa, in ITALY, has nothing whatsoever to do with pizza."

"Then why'd they call it the leaning tower of pizza?"
"They didn't."

"Then what do I do with this?" Mikey gesticulated towards his "tower".

"I don't know. I think you should probably put it in the fridge and- Mikeydontleanonit!"

Don dived forwards, but he was too late – the "tower" toppled to the floor with an unholy splat, spraying tomato sauce all over the walls, floor, ceiling, and the two stunned turtles somewhere in between them.

It was at this moment that Raph chose to walk in. He paused, looked around the now distinctly orange kitchen, and turned to his brothers.

"I don't know what happened, and I don't wanna. All I know is if after I've had my shower, I still gotta wade through - what is that, tomato sauce? – ter get ter da fridge, I'm gonna break someone's face." He turned and left.

Mikey blinked at Don for a second, then his bright-blue eyes lit up.

"You know what this means?"
"Leftovers?" moaned Don weakly, eyes still surveying the mess of the kitchen.

"No…. LEFTOVERS!!!!"

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