I do not own the TMNT, but one day…one day…
And if it looks like I'm claiming anything else that isn't mine; I'm not!
Four mutants; Worth millions, not sure how much…
Four elaborate pranks; two days of planning and preparation plus one sleepless night.
Pranking all four of my compadres and not getting creamed for it; Priceless.
Oh yes, the Mike is in the house and his powers are unchallenged!
Michelangelo was psyched. Better than psyched, he was still alive! At first he had been sure that Kit or even Don was going to kill him using some kind of medical torture thing. Then he tried to plan an escape for when Raph was cut down and came after him. But no death came, not even a beating.
Finally he had poked his head out of his room and saw everyone lined up for practice with Master Splinter waiting impatiently. It had been an interesting training session, Kit was still puffing flour and the others seemed especially sensitive to the stuff now. All four of them were seized from time to time with coughing or sneezing fits. Master Splinter had even finished training early to allow Kit to shower the powder off. Never before had a prank interrupted morning training, it was a new record!
He was so psyched up about his victory he hummed his own Turtle Titan theme as he prepped for his own shower. The words hadn't come yet, but the tune was catchy enough. Maybe after his alter ego got enough press coverage Mikey could sell the theme song to a big company. Yeah, that was the way to go!
Mikey smothered a small giggle that ruined the timing of his theme as he undid his belt and pulled off his pads. The tune kept running through his mind in all of its awesome super-tune-ness. A few cool words ran through his head and by the time he had slung his mask on a hook beside the bath he was mumbling with his humming. "Turtle Titan!…Go on and fight 'em!...Only you can save the day!...Dun dun da Turtle Titan!...dun Go on and fight 'em…"
He pulled the shower curtain closed, idly wondering why they even had one. "Yeah…Turtle Titan! Turtle Titan!..." Why did they take so many measures to ensure everyone's privacy? The turtles really only wore accessories.
He continued to think about these things- and hum- while he turned the water on and reached for the soap "Go on and fight 'em!..." Hmm, Why did Master Splinter ever start wearing that robe in the first place? If his mutation gave him a sense of modesty why didn't he insist the turtles wear clothes too? And the biggest question of all; why was there blood running down Mikey's shoulder?
Blood?
"EEEAAAH! DONNIE! LEO! EEEAAAH!"
Raphael snickered. Kit shook her head, "Cherry Kool-aid in the shower head? Pathetic! Are you sure you actually grew up with brothers?" Raphael stopped snickering and glared.
Donnie tapped a pen against his beak thoughtfully, "Well," he said, examining the notebook in his hands, "Kit's right, that was rather lame, but you do get extra points for going first. Plus the full out panic attack…" Donnie scribbled in the notebook for a minute, "Subtract five for pre-hysteria…" He turned the page back to look at some previous notes, "…looks like that comes to a total of fifty seven points."
Raphael objected. "That's all? You're killing me bro!"
Donnie shook his head, "You used a generic prank with a slight modification, that doesn't score very high." Raph fumed but didn't object.
"All right, who's next?" Donnie asked. "You might want to get started."
"All ready in place Don." Leo nodded, "I'm willing to bet that as soon as Mikey gets out of the shower he goes to the kitchen for comfort food."
Despite still sulking Raph's interest was piqued, he lifted an eye ridge, "What did you do bro?"
Leo smiled smugly and shook his head. Just then Mikey busted out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. Mikey glanced at the four mutants standing calmly around him and realized that he was being conspired against. His lower lip went out in a pout and he marched quickly over to the kitchen.
"Right for the comfort food…as predicted." Leo whispered. The others nodded and watched the kitchen. They heard the fridge door slam, then a cupboard, then another, then another, then a drawer. The sounds in the kitchen grew increasingly more frantic.
"Whoa, what did you do Leo?" Kit asked. They could hear Mikey calling to something in the kitchen.
That smug grin again, "I might have moved all of the junk food in the kitchen to a secure hiding spot; but that's only a rumor."
"Babies! Babies! Come to Daddy my little artificially-flavored-darlings!"
"Of course, you guys don't listen to rumors do you?" Leo asked; all innocence.
"Nope, never." Donnie was smiling as he started scribbling away in his notebook.
"Be in the oven, please be in the oven…AAAGH! They're not in the oven!"
Why is Donnie keeping score? Is all of this part of his master plan? What will happen next? And why do mutant turtles wear towels when they get out of the shower?
Tune in next time! Same turtle time! Same turtle hour!