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Disclaimer: No I don't own the turtles.

Master Splinter was having a calm day. And that was saying something because he was the father to 4 giant mutant ninja turtles! He had left for the day to mediate in the hidden parts of the sewers. The only way to know where these parts were is if you where a ninja, or a rodent like the ninja master himself.

As he meditated Splinter felt something was off. Of course it could have been Michelangelo stubbing his toe. Again. Sighing the old rat shook off the feeling and returned to his work. Splinter focused on his breathing.

He didn't know how long it had been until the feeling had come back. This time stronger. Sighing the father stood up and left for their hidden home. What he found when he had gotten there was more than anything he ever expected.

The rat saw his four sons in the living room asleep. Donatello was laying on top of Samantha Snow, while Michelangelo was laying face down on the floor snoring. Leonardo was on the pizza box couch with Raphael at his feet.

Something foul smelling had reached Master Splinter's nose. Turning in the direction of the odor he saw that one of his sons had gotten, well to say it nicely, sick on the floor. He didn't to know which turtle had done that. And...wait...why was it so liquified?! The ninjistuse master had to use every ounce of self control to not gag.

Splinter had exited the main room to get a mop for the mess. As he headed toward the mutants kitchen, something shiny had caught his eye. As being a ninja teacher he was very observant. And as curious as his youngest son. So he went to the shiny thing in a random trashcan. What the father saw made his blood run cold.

Sammy's Pov.

Because of the um Donatello indecent, I was forced to sleep at the turtle's home. I was actually having a weird dream about talking to posters when a shout jolted me awake. Donnie, who was waking up, was still on top of me. He looked as confused as me! But then again that was my normal look.

"WHAT IS THIS?!" yelled a familiar voice. Me and the now awake turtles turned to see Master Splinter holding a beer bottle in one hand. The look on his face was terrifying. I had never seen him so mad! It made me cower in fear. And I didn't even drink!

The four mutant turtle teens looked as scared as me. Leo was the one to speak up first. "Um...it's a...it's a bottle." He stuttered. If the situation wasn't so scary I would have laughed. I had never seen Leo look so defenseless! Not even when against Raph!

"And were did you get this bottle?" Splinter questioned. No one seemed up answering. I had a feeling what was coming next. It happened every time one of them went up topside. Or had a secret to keep from their sensi.

"Alright...if that's how it's going to be then...TO THE HASHI!" bellowed the elder rat. Four groans erupted out of the turtle teens. Donnie finally had gotten off of me as he headed to the dreaded hashi. I knew that Splinter was going to crack one of the turtles. Most likely Mikey.

The wise rat then turned to me. At this I panicked. "Splinter I didn't drink! I swear!" He smiled and laughed slightly. "Yes I am aware of this. You are too self-assured to do anything like what my sons did. I was going to ask if you'd like to help me torture my sons."

A grin formed on Sammy's face. Oh this was going to be fun.

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