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Senseless Repairs

Riiiiight.

Miraculously, the rest of the day had gone well, after the previous incidents in the lair. Donatello, after letting out a great amount of stress through multiple hits to the dummy in the dojo, felt ready to tackle all the repairs piling up.

He found a decent microwave at the junkyard, and he would be able to put it in working order with the salvaged parts of the old microwave. In the process, Donnie also found many of the precious parts he had been searching for to use on his newest project, including a sweet circuit board. The day at the junkyard had proven to be of great value to the techno turtle.

Upon returning to the lair, he discovered Michelangelo was having no problem with the washer again. And just as he saw Leonardo exit the kitchen, he was almost afraid some other hapless appliance had been destroyed in his absence. He let out a sigh of relief as he saw Leo was on the phone ordering pizza for dinner. Perhaps most surprisingly of all, he found a note on his desk from Raphael saying he was sorry for leaving his digital camera carelessly on the floor, resulting in its destruction. He also promised the purchase of a new one, soon as he had the money. Donatello's smile turned into a frown at the P.S. on the bottom of the note.

P.S. Don, I have a favor to ask. Casey sort of messed up April's copier at the shop. He can't seem to get it working right. Think you can stop by tonight before April gets back tomorrow morning from her vacation?

Crumpling the note in his hand, Donatello dropped his belongings on the floor and rifled through his bag to put some things away. Reaching for his small tool kit, he placed it in his trusty bag and readjusted the strap as he put it over his shoulder. Calling to Leo and Master Splinter in front of the television monolith, he said, "I'll be back in a while with Raph. Just need to go to April's to fix something."

Leonardo turned with a nod, as did Master Splinter. Their rat master said, "All right, my son. Be safe, and I will attempt to restrain Michelangelo from eating all the pizza."

"Hey!" came the half-hearted protest from across the lair.

Shaking his head in amusement, Don replied, "Thanks, sensei."

Once in the warehouse, Donatello hopped onto the Shell Cycle, as Raph seemed to have walked to Casey's or April's or wherever he had originally gone while he was out at the junkyard. And with that, he zipped out of the warehouse to the Second Time Around shop.

Knocking on the side door in the alley way, Don waited for Casey or his brother to let him in. Seconds later, Casey flung the door open in a panic and dragged the smart turtle into the building.

Donatello let out an "Oomph" as he face-planted on the floor from the momentum of being swung into the room.

Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, Casey offered him a hand up. "Sorry, Donnie. I'm just afraid April's gonna find out I broke something else of hers and get mad at me."

Dusting himself off, Don said, "No worries, Case. Let's take a look at the copier so Raph and I can get back to the lair for dinner. Where is Raphael?"

"Raph's tryin' to fix the copier," Casey said as he turned to the back room, "but he ain't havin' much luck."

"All right, let's get in there and see what the problem is," Don sighed.

As they entered the back office, they took in the sight of Raphael peering into every compartment and hidden nook of the copier. "What were you trying to copy anyway?"

Raph and Casey shared a glance, then Raph coughed uncomfortably as Casey sputtered trying to come up with something to say.

Rolling his eyes, Don said, "Never mind. I don't want to know."

Placing his bag down, but refraining from taking out his tools just yet, Donnie gave the copier a once over as he had done with the washer earlier. Everything seemed fine again. The machine was plugged in, softly humming, but not overheated. The tray had plenty of paper in it. Hmm…

Looking to his brother and Casey for some explanations, he asked, "So, what happens when you try to copy it?"

"It sounds like it's scannin', but all that comes out into the tray is a blank sheet of paper," Raph offered. Hitting the start button, the machine came to life, indeed scanned, and printed off…nothing. "See?"

Giving a thoughtful hum, Donatello checked one compartment to see if the ink cartridge was empty. If the black ink all over his hands once doing that task was any indication, it had ink. Okay, so it had ink, but why not print off the scanned image?

"Well?" Casey asked anxiously, only to have Raph shoulder him. "What?"

"Be patient," he chastised.

With a teasing look, Don turned to his hot-tempered brother and gave him a lopsided smile. "And this word of advice coming from you, Raphael? How interesting…"

Offering his own smirk, Raph mockingly said, "Watch it, brainiac. Just fix the stupid thing."

Continuing his inspection of the machine, Donnie directed a "tsk, tsk" at his brother. Still finding no evidence of a problem — an idea struck. It certainly wouldn't be a stretch considering this was his brother and Casey. Lifting the lid of the copier, his assumption was confirmed. He snorted in amusement and rolled his eyes.

"Hey guys, I found your problem," he began.

"Really? What is it?" Casey asked.

"You need to put a document in the scanner for the copier to copy it. There's nothing here, so the copier's doing just that…copying nothing," Don concluded.

After smacking Casey on the back of his head, Raph growled, "Way to go, bonehead. You forgot to put the magazine on the scanner."

"Riiight. Knew I was forgetting somethin'."

Picking up his bag from the floor, Donnie laughed and said, "What magazine?"

"Nothing!" Casey abruptly spit out as his cheeks began to color. "Thanks for the help, Don."

"You have fun with the copier, Case. Don and I are headin' home before the pizza gets cold," Raphael said, following his brother out of the back room.

They left Casey to copy, well, whatever it was he was planning on scanning and hopped on the Shell Cycle to head home. Upon reaching the warehouse, they parked the bike and walked toward the elevator.

"Thanks for helpin' out, Don, even if Casey is a complete bonehead," Raph said, hitting his brother lightly on the back of his shell.

"Not a problem. But a question for you — how much do you want to bet he's going to forget to take the magazine off the scanner and leave it for April to find?" Don said with a grin.

Eyes widening, Raph let out a stream of laughter.