Hey everyone! Here's chapter four! Sorry about the whole no-line thing in chapter three, I just thought that the button was being slow, turns out, it just wasn't working. So this time, I'm going to make my own lines, and they will be amazing!

To my two anonymous reviewers, thank you thank you thank you kindly for your wonderful reviews! I just wish I could give you each more personal responses.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the TMNT in any way, shape or form. I only own the Sergeant.

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"Leo?" Raph called as he knocked on his leader's door. "Are you in there?" Raphael switched his weight from his right foot to his left, and back again. He waited for his brother to respond to him in uncomfortable silence. Raph licked his lips and scratched a non-existent itch on his beak.

'What the shell is takin' Leo so freakin' long?' Raph thought as he tapped his foot. 'The one time I really wanna talk wit' 'im an' he's not answering his stupid door. That jus' ain't right.' Raph's face contorted in frustration. 'I ain't waitin' no more fer leader boy to answer his freakin' door!' With a growl, Raphael stomped away from his older brother's room.

"Stupid Leo," he mumbled. "So freakin' perfect. Too perfect to talk wit' me." Raphael glared at the floor. "Probably on a run or som'thin'. Protector of the city." he said in a high, girlish voice. "My hero." Raph scuffed his foot in anger. "Hero my-"

"Raphael!"

"Masta' Splinta'! Umm, I was jus' thinkin' bout our Leo. Great guy." Raph lied through his teeth. "By the way Sensei, have you seen Blue Boy anywhere? I can't find him."

"A ninja should always be aware of where their kin is my son, especially in these most dangerous of times." Splinter said wisely. "But I suppose that for a young ninja such as yourself to always know the whereabouts of your brothers would be considered snooping, correct?"

"Um, yeah Sensei, right on the button. 'Sides, that's you an' Leo's job, not mine."

"It should be a responsibility that the entire family shares, Raphael. There will come a time…"

"Ah Sensei, don't!" Raphael interrupted. "Don't talk like that! You're gonna be here a real long time!"

"My son, I was not referring to myself, I was referring to Leonardo. Donatello is most upset with him at the moment. And when your brother is angry, he is a force to be reckoned with. Although my day will come as well."

"I understand that, Masta', I just don't wanna accept it right now! So will you please jus' tell me where Leo is? I really gotta talk to 'im."

Splinter sighed. "Very well, my son. Your brother is in the kitchen searching for a bag of frozen vegetables. He-" Splinter paused to look at his red-clad son and slowly began to shake his head. Raphael stood in complete shock before him. "My son?" Splinter asked. "Are you unwell?"

Raph snapped out of his fear-induced trace. "Leo's cookin'! Oh man, I gotta stop 'im!"

With that, Raphael took off toward the eating area yelling, "What eva' you do Leo, don't put no metal in do microwave like the last time!"

Splinter stared after his son's retreating form as he resettled in his chair. "Kids" he said with a smile. "If only he had waited for me to finish my sentence…"

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Leonardo yelped when he felt his shell being grabbed. He struggled violently as he was dragged away from the open freezer compartment. Leo kicked out with his legs, and was mildly surprised to hear a familiar grunt in reply.

"Leo!" the red masked turtle gasped as he slid to the floor. "Why the shell did you have to kick me there of all places?"

"Raphael I am so sorry! I thought you were an attacker. You really shouldn't have grabbed me like that!"

"Oh no!" Raph cried. "Do not go blamin' this on me! I only did it cause I thought you were tryin' to cook sometin'. And you know what happened the las' time you did that."

Leo shuttered at the memory. "Please don't mention that little mishap. I would really rather not talk about it."

"Little mishap!" Raph repeated. "You almos'-"

"Drop it!" Leo growled "Now what do you want, anyway?"

"Well Little Miss Touchy," Raph smirked. "I originally-"

"Big word." Leo inserted with crossed arms. "At least, big word for you."

"Stuff it Splinta' Junior! Now as I was saying! I wanted to ask you 'bout Mikey. But now I wanna know what yer doin' with that big ole' lump on yer head."

"Don did it. I made him made while we were at the junkyard. Then I made him run a bunch."

"Hmm."

"That's not all. I left him with April during one of her little sharing-is-caring-mom-modes."

"Ouch." Raph hissed, "So you deserved it then."

"Well I don't really thing that I did."

"That wasn't a question. You left him with a mom-ish April. That violates the unspoken rule."

"We have a rule against that?"

"Yes. How could you not know that?"

"Shut up Raph. Now what, pray tell, is this 'unspoken rule'?" Leo rolled his eyes at the very thought of such a silly thing.

"Don't mock the rule Leo. Now listen, the rule is and I quote, 'In the event of April goin' all gooey eyed and weird, then under no circumstances should any brotha' be left alone with April at that time, as said April will smother said brother in weird love and concern.'"

"But Donatello always talks to April and I figured that this wouldn't be any different!"

"No buts Leo. Ya broke the rule and Don thwacked ya fer it."

Leo nodded in reluctant understanding. He was a stickler for rules, and if he had indeed broken one, he deserved to be punished for it. Nevertheless, that wouldn't make his poor head stop hurting! "Now Raph, as much as I appreciate being filled in on the rule…"

"No problem bro, glad to help." Raph sniggered.

"Haha, funny turtle." Leo sneered sarcastically. "Now are you going to tell me what the shell is the matter with Michaelangelo or are you trying to be suspenseful?"

Raph grinned cheekily at his big brother "Ah Leo," he teased. "Raggin' on ya is so much fun! Mike's jus' been actin' real weird lately, is all. Caught 'im talkin' to a parrot puppet, which he called 'Sergeant Crackers'."

"He's just playing Raph, its fine." Leo raised an eye ridge as he spoke. "Mikey has always done stuff like that, what's so different about now?"

Raphael glared at his brother and heaved an exaggerated sigh. "Leo," he practically whined, "this is different! While you and Don were at the junkyard, Mike started laughin' real crazy. Like-"

Suddenly, a loud yell resonated throughout the lair. "It's brilliant! Just brilliant Sergeant Crackers! Come, we must go to Donatello's lab post haste! Hahahaha!"

"Like that." Raph finished faintly as the echoes of Mikey's voice began to finally fade. Leo, on the other hand, merely stared at his brother with a worried intensity.

"He's going to Don's lab." He stated weekly. "He's going to Donny's lab while Don is ticked! Don'll kill him for sure!"

"Exactly. And I reserved that right when we was six!" Raph replied.

"Oh no." Leo rambled on about Mikey's fate. "It's not going to be quick and painless, not after he broke the toaster with that oatmeal stunt." Leo's eyes darted to the empty space where the toaster used to be. "We have to stop him. Intercept him or something before it's too late."

"Yeah," Raph growled. "Drag 'im outta Don's lab and into-"

"The safety of the T.V. room!" Leo exclaimed with a fist in the air.

"T.V. room? Shell no! I'm gonna kill Mikey myself!" Raph stated as he walked out of the kitchen and towards the lab. "Ya see bro," he called over his shoulder to an overly confused Leonardo, "Mike told me that I'm the one that broke the toaster. Now I've been holed up in my room all day long tryin' to avoid Don's wrath, an' its payback time!"

'Oh dear' Leo thought from his spot in the kitchen. "Raph, wait for me!" he called. 'If I can drag Mike out before Raph does, the maybe he'll have a fighting chance!'

Raph paused outside his brainy brother's lab "Leo, shut up!" he whispered harshly "I jus' thought of something. You're mad at Don, right?"

"For thwacking me? Not really. I broke a rule and deserved to be punished for it, I can accept that."

"I just think it's weird how you can be a suck up when there's nothing to suck up to." Raph replied with a smirk "Splinta's watchin' his soaps, he won't hear nothin' for at least an hour." Then he laughed, "You were being noble fer squat!"

"Have you ever used that tiny brain of your Raph? Cause I have always been like that, just incase the last almost eighteen years hasn't been enough for you to figure it out."

"Whatteva, Leo. I'll see you in the dojo later! Right now, I've got a proposition fer ya."

"You really are using a lot of big words today Raph. Did you take Don's dictionary?" Leo asked with an innocent smile. "It's really enlarged your vocabulary."

Raph whipped around from his spot by the doorway. "Oh has it! Well I don't need no big vocabulary to pummel you Leo!" Then he paused, "But this is a once in a life time opportunity….your shell is mine when this is ova', Fearless."

"How many of us do you want to kill yourself Raph? I mean, you claimed Mikey, now me…is Donny going to be left out of the brotherly massacre?" Leo inquired.

"Donny doesn't tick me off like you two do. I can live with him. It's just you an Mike that I can't stand sometimes." Raph retorted, "Now here me out this time, don't go interruptin' me. Got it, Leo?" Raph asked, expecting a reply. Instead, he was received with silence. "Leo? Hey Leo, stop being a smarty and answer the question."

"What was the question?"

Raph struggled with the urge to leap at his brother and strangle him. He forced himself to be calm, and replied "Nothin'. The question was nothin'. Now listen. I'm mad at Mikey, and you should be too. Don't you dare say I word Leo, I'm goin' somewhere wit' this. Don't you look at me like you weren't gonna say nothing! Anyway, I'm mad at Mikey for telling me I broke the toaster. You're mad at Mikey for breaking the toaster and sendin' ya to the junk yard with a ticked Donatello." Raph glanced at his leader's face to see if he had gotten a reaction. He smirked as he continued. "Don is mad at Mikey for the toaster thing, and probably this too, right?"

"Right…"

"Why don't we just let the two of them 'work it out' themselves? Donny has a clean slate wit' Splinter 'bout fightin' wit' a brotha'. We don't. We get what we want and we don't get punished for it."

"That's actually a good idea Raph." Leo blinked in surprise. "But it doesn't sound like Don has done anything to him."

"Donny's probably in shock 'bout how stupid Mike is to go chargin' in like that. Now come on bro, the dojo is callin' and I really wanna hit somebody." With that, Raph began to jog to the dojo to warm up.

"You always want to hit somebody, hothead." Leo mumbled to his brother's back. "Just sucks that it always has to be me!" He added with a grimace.

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"Let me get this straight Mikey. You want me to supply you with helium, a strobe light of some sort, a recorder, and any scary sounds that I have?" Don asked.

"Well yeah. See, cause, Sergeant Crackers came up with like, amazingly amazing idea, an' I needed helium for it, but then I realized I needed some other stuff too, ya know?" Mikey rambled with wide eyes.

"Sergeant Crackers? Isn't Crackers the parrot that I got you for your birthday a really long time ago?"

"Yeah. Did you know that Crackers is a military genious?"

"I don't care, Mikey, really I don't. I just want to know what you are planning on using all these materials for. Helium can be dangerous, and if I know you you'll stare at the strobe light too long and go blind."

"I will not! Strobe light blindness is off and on anyway, just like the light is." Mikey sassily replied. "I can't believe you didn't know that, Donatello!"

"Off and on! Where did you get that!" Donatello asked. "Strobe light damage is permanent, Mikey, just like the damage that happened to your brain when Splinter dropped you on your head."

"Splinter dropped me on my head! That's horrible! Why wouldn't he tell me that!" Mikey asked in a panic.

"…because it's not true?"

"Oh….hey!"

"Mike, I suggest you tell me the plan before I throw this nasty oatmeal filled toaster at your head."

"Okay, jeez. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

"You have not idea how I woke up this morning." Don's face contorted at the memory. "It was not pleasant."

"Um, do you have any idea how darkly you said that? Almost made me pee myself."

Don looked at his brother in disgust. "Ew! Mikey! Too much information! Now tell me the plan, I have stuff to do today."

"Okay, well, I kicked Crackers out and then Raph found him and I was like, 'Crackers you suck.' and he was like, 'Oh general please forgive me!' and I was like 'I'm a forgiving person, Crackers, you can be Sergeant again.' and he was like 'Sweet!' and then he was like, 'General, I have an amazing plan that will glue your bottle back together, but it requires Donatello's assistance.' And the he told me the plan and I was like 'That sounds awesome lets go see Don.' So we did, and now I'm here, telling you the plan" Mikey concluded.

"That wasn't the plan!" Don said in frustration. "That was the back story!"

"General Hamato!" Sergeant Crackers cried from the General's belt while Don was distracted. "That was not how it went!"

"Crackers, be silent, I had to simplify it for the civilian!"

"I'm sorry Mikey, you had to simplify what?" Don asked in utter confusion.

"Um, I had to simplify the plan, cause, um, the Sergeant made it overly complicated, and stuff." Mikey replied hurriedly. "So I um, gave you the back story to make is easier to understand. And uh, now that I've done that…I can tell you the plan!"

"Joy." Don replied as he rubbed his temples. "Please enlighten me."

"No problem, Don!" the General stated with unmatched enthusiasm. "I want to lure Leo into a really dark tunnel, and scare the bajibass outta him. But to do so I need some special effects. So like, I wanted to use helium to change my voice and make it scary, but I need the recorder cause if I threw my voice he would find me. And then like, I need scary sounds to make it more scary."

"And the strobe light?" Don inquired.

"Dude! Strobe lights are like, trademarked to scare people! Duh! But yeah that's basically the jist of my plan. Do you like it?" Mike asked with a worried expression. "I mean, cause, I could alter it or something."

Don bit his lip in thought as he stared at his brother. A tense silence filled the room. Michaelangelo held his breath as he desperately waited for his brother's sign of approval.

"Mikey? That might actually work." Don finally said in amazement. "I don't know how you came up with it but it really might work."

Mikey jumped in excitement "Seriously! Sweet! So you're gonna help me right?"

"Well yeah, I have to make sure you don't pick a condemned tunnel, or inhale too much helium, and blind yourself with a strobe light, don't I?" Don asked with a smirk. "Besides, I've got a score to settle with Leo myself."

"So when do we do it?" the General asked, his moment of fun now over.

"Well, tomorrow probably. I have to fix up a strobe light after all."

"Very good Captain, I'll see you tomorrow." Mike stated as he left the lab. "Shells speed to you."

Donatello went back to his toaster with a sigh. Then he paused, "Captain?"

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It was brought to my attention that there were some holes in the story, so I needed to post this chapter as putty. This chapter, by the way, is dedicated to Steve Irwin. Steve, you passed doing what you loved to do, and you were an icon for many. You will be missed.

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