A/N:Okay. This idea came from a conversation I had with Mikell many moons ago during a writing drought. I can't remember how the discussion went, but somehow Mikey running a daycare came up.( I just started my own day home as well. I can sympathize with the big goof ball :D )

This fic is simply for fun. I hope you enjoy it! As always feel free to review ;D.

I would love to thank Mikell and Harmony for betaing this bunch of craziness. Once again, you gals rock!:D Seriously. What would I do without you?

Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT... Pity.

Cowabunga Carl's Daycare

It all started the day Michelangelo sought Donatello's aid in resuscitating his injured CD player.

"Donny, it's awful. It's horrible!"

"What is?" Don asked as he swiveled around in his chair.

"This." He held out the CD player. "Tell, me, Doctor. Is it going to live?"

Don's eyes grew wide with shock. "What happened?" he asked.

"It was horrible. The kids. I couldn't stop them,"Mike exclaimed, as he looked down at his faithful party sidekick. The old stereo had two pieces of marble birthday cake shoved where his Party Mix CD still peeked out from underneath the crumbs. Purple juice continued to ooze from the speakers and gummy worms poked their multicolored heads out where the cassette tapes would have been played. "Poor Buster."

The purple banded turtle shook his head in mild annoyance. "Mikey, just go and buy yourself a new one. It would be a lot easier."

"You can't fix it?"Mikey asked, still clinging to hope.

"It would be easier for you and me, if you just got another one,"Donatello replied, struggling to keep his tone even and patient.

"But..."

"Remember what Splinter says? Change is good,"Don quoted and turned his attention back to his computer screen.

"But what if a new one costs a lot?"

"I'm sure you can spare enough."

Mikey thought of the small cut he took for himself before handing the majority of his earnings over to Donatello. After he bought the spare parts for his skateboard, his new video games and the latest comic addition of the Justice Force, he knew there was no where near enough to buy a stereo. He didn't dare ask his brother for the money. He knew Donatello spent each penny wisely. He knew that when a rainy day came, Don would be well prepared.

"Yeah, maybe you're right, Donny. A new one is the answer. Sorry to bother you."

Mikey placed the doomed stereo back under his arm and sighed heavily. He knew arguing was futile. With out another word, he turned and slowly left the lab.

Later that night, he lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling,absentmindedly tossing a worn out foot ball into the air. He'd exhausted his resources for extra cash. His party business had not been as busy lately and Donny worked extra shifts to make up for the lack of a second income. Mikey worried for his brother's welfare. His patient, mild mannered brother was starting to show the strain of the long hours he worked.

"I sure wish Leo was here," he muttered to himself, clutching the foot ball to his chest. Finally he rolled over, pulling a blanket over his shoulders and drifted off to sleep.

It came to him in a dream that night.

Through brilliant flashes of light and colorful winds of time, he saw images. Images that seemed so happy. Even in his sleep he felt warm and peaceful. It felt right.

"Build it and they will come," voices echoed beyond the cosmos as he drifted back to consciousness.

He sat up feeling fresh as if he had been given a second start at life. Michelangelo knew what he had to do.

Cowabunga Carl's Birthday Parties would be no more.

Soon, it would be known as Cowabunga Carl's Day care.

He would build it. And they would come.