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Chapter 2 – The Game, My Dear Turtle, Is ON!

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Groaning, Donatello smashed his hand repeatedly onto his alarm clock, effectively silencing its incessant cries. He groggily pushed himself up and rubbed his eyes, slipping on his mask and stood up. He stretched and yawned sleepily. In the back of his mind, he knew that today was... special; he just couldn't remember what it was off the top of his head. Donatello is definitely NOT a morning person.

"Hey," Donnie realized with a start. "I'm actually in my own bed tonight!" He was so used to falling asleep in his lab that it seemed like a whole new world. Grinning, he strode out of his room, ready to go eat a delicious meal that Mikey had prepared. Donnie hoped his little brother had made pancakes; those were his favorite!

To his surprise, all three of his brothers were already in the kitchen. Leonardo looked up from his coffee and nodded in greeting, huge bags under his eyes. Making a brave face, he chugged down a huge gulp, and abruptly spewed it out from his mouth. "Ugh, Donnie, I have no idea how you drink this stuff! It's disgusting!"

"Hello, Donatello." Donnie swiveled his head around to see Mikey calmly sipping a cup of hot tea. "Such wonderful weather we're having, isn't it?"

"Heyyyy look! It's the best brother in the entire sewers!" Donnie turned around once more to see a huge red and green flash barreling towards him. "Donn-ayyy!" Raphael sang out, throwing his arms around his brother in an attempt for a bone-crushing hug.

"Holy shell, Raph! Get the shell off of me!" Donnie pushed his brother off of him, averting his eyes from the sad puppy-dog look Raph tossed his way. "Why the shell is everyone acting so different? It's like-oh." With a start, he remembered all the events from the previous day and sighed. "Oh, this is gonna be great!" He grumped sarcastically as he walked over to Raph's usual seat.

"Nice job, Don. Excellent touch with the sarcasm!" Mikey winked over his cup.

"No winking, Mikey!" Leo reprimanded from Donnie's seat. "I don't wink!" Mikey sighed before throwing back the rest of his tea.

"God, I haven't had this crap since we were 5!" He ran over to the sink and spat the mouthful out. "And now I remember why!"

"Have fun drinking it for the rest of the week, Mike!" Leo taunted with a dark twinkle in his eyes. Donny stared at Leo in caution. Who are you and what did you do to my brother?

"Donnie, can I sit by you?" Raph pleaded. Donnie kept having to remind himself that this was not Mikey; this was Raphael... acting like Mikey. And he was supposed to... act like Raphael. Oh, joy! Donnie looked deep into Raph's eyes to see the sloppily hidden agonized and furious expression. And come to think of it, his jaw was clenched, causing his words to be slightly muffled.

Think, Donnie, how would Raph react? Donnie mumbled to himself. He didn't even look up as he piled bacon on his plate. "No, shell-fer-brains! Get outta my face!" He snarled, his lips twitching with the hints of a smile. He did a good job, if he did say so himself.

"But Donnnniieeeeee!" Raph whined. "I wanna sit by you!" Raph tugged on Donnie's arm. "Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Pleeeeeeeaaaaassssssseeeeeee?"

"I said NO!" Donnie roared, slamming his fist down on the table. Raph looked genuinely startled as he quickly dashed over to Mikey's usual seat, heaping his plate with lots of bacon and eggs.

"Don't listen to Donnie, Raph." Mikey teased. "He's just in a bad mood... Like every morning!" He threw his head back and laughed, oblivious to the death glares he was receiving from both Raph and Leo.

"No laughing!" Leo yelled, gagging as he took another swig of the coffee. He held the cup up to his lips and smiled slightly from behind the mug; if this was what breakfast was like, he couldn't WAIT for morning practice!

-

"Good morning, my sons." Master Splinter smiled at them as they filed into the dojo. After breakfast, the boys had gone into the dojo; each of them dreading that morning's training session, except Leonardo.

"GOOOOD MOOORNING SENSEIII!" Raph sang, bouncing up and down on one of the training mats. "I'm ready to train!" Raph said with a serious expression before falling on his shell and laughing. "Just kidding!"

"Good morning, Master." Michelangelo was standing straight with his hands clasped behind his back and a look of agony on his face as he stood still without moving a muscle.

"Sup, Splinta?" Don jerked his head in one of Raph's customary head bobs, also slightly mocking the way Raph said Splinter because of his accent.

"Hey, Sensei," Leo stood a bit more casually than usual. "Once we finish training I've gotta go to the junkyard, okay?" He paused before continuing. "I need some parts to fix the... fix the... Oh, whatever! Whatever needs fixing!"

"My sons?" Splinter eyed his children with a confused expression on his face. "Is something the matter? You seem to be acting oddly this morning."

"Nothing's the matter, Sensei! Why would anything be?" Raph chirped.

"Shut up, shell-brain!" Donnie growled. "Let's spar!" He added with a crazed grin on his face. Splinter's ears twitched as he looked at his normally peaceful son with a disturbed expression on his face.

"With all due respect, Master," Mikey decided to fill in their father with news of their bet. "We made a bet that we had to act like each other for a week!"

"I see," Splinter said. "And why would you do that, exactly?"

Mikey shrugged. "You see, Raph thinks that he can act like me, but we all know that would never happen!" Splinter had to grin at the scowl that flitted across his hotheaded son's face; at the pointed look from Mike, Raphael forced a huge grin on his face.

"Happy, Mike?" Raph spat through clenched teeth. "'Cause I certainly am!"

"Extremely. Oh, Leo and Donnie are in this, too!"

"Ahem," Mikey turned around to look at the turtle who coughed. "You're getting a little too perky there, Mikey. Better tone it down a notch!" Leo smirked and winked as an agonized expression settled on the youngest's face.

Splinter knew exactly what Leonardo was doing, and he stifled a smile.

"Anyway," Raph burst into the conversation. "I'm Mikey, Mikey is Leo, Leo is Donnie, and Donnie is supposed to be me!" He explained, grinning widely at the glare Donnie gave him. "And I hate this!" He added in a faux cheery voice.

"It's pretty obvious," Leo murmured. "You're as stiff as that time Mikey left his bandana in the dryer too long." Donnie gave him a high-three at the snarky comment.

"Hey!" Mikey whined. "I mean, uh, that was all an accident, guys. And you know it!"

"I may know it, but I don't care!" Donnie sneered. Raph was a smidgen impressed at Donnie's impression of him. Looks like all that practicing paid off, he noted

"My sons," Splinter brought the boys' attention back to him. "It is time to train, not to bicker. Come; let us get on with your lesson." Mikey nodded, and Donnie rolled his eyes.

"Right, Donatello?"

"Whateva, Master Splinta." Raph clenched his fists behind his shell. He did NOT sound like that!

-

"Dibs on first shower!" Raph yelled as he raced from the dojo, flinging both Sai behind carelessly. "Whoo-hoo!"

"No fair!" Donnie snarled, stomping off after him and banging his fists on the bathroom door. "You better hurry your shell up, Raph!"

"Nyah-Nyah Nyah-Nyah Nyah!" Raph hollered. "Next time; don't be so slow!" Donnie clenched his fists and leaned back against the door.

Mikey and Leo bowed to Master Splinter before neatly putting their weapons up. Mikey turned to bolt to the couch to play his daily dose of video games, but Leo cleared his throat.

"Mikey, why don't you go pick up Raph's Sai for him? After all, that's what a caring big brother would do!" He beamed at the nasty scowl Mikey gave him, but Mikey did what Leo instructed him to do anyway.

"And what are YOU going to do, Leo-nerdo?" Mikey grumped as both boys walked out of the dojo together.

"No name calling, unless you're talking to Donnie!" Leo tsked. "I'm going to go read one of Don's special science books. Maybe I can try to build something later!" Leo took a sharp turn as he headed for the lab. "Later, Mike."

"Yo, Leo!" Mikey called out. "Hold on,"

Leo poked his head out the door. "What?"

"What do you usually do now?"

Leo paused a moment. "Meditate in my room, usually. That's a good idea! Why don't you go do that?" Leo grinned again and disappeared once more.

"Why don't I shove my fist up your shell," Mikey muttered, trudging along to his room. "This is going to be a looong day!"

From here on, the chapters are going to be named the day of the week; each chapter is a new day. Chapter 3 will be Sunday, just a continuation of this day! Hope you enjoyed!