A/N: This one's all SkittleBunny's fault.
SkittleBunny117: No its not! Wait! Yes it is… well, unless it turns out bad. Then I'll stick with the first part!
It really is her fault. She said it, pestered me a bit, and then when she stopped the idea still wouldn't leave me alone. -.-`
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Disclaimer: Turtles, turtles everywhere, but none of which are mine.
They were at the farmhouse surrounding a campfire and Mikey was absolutely thrilled that he'd convinced his brothers to play this game with him.
"I'll start!" He announces happily and plops a marshmallow into his mouth. "One gooey chewy!"
Leonardo followed suit, not really sure how he'd been roped into such a childish game, and stuck two marshmallows into his mouth. "Two gooey chewy."
"Three gooey chewy." Raphael said after mashing in his 'mellows.
Donatello's simply humouring his brother, paying just enough attention to play properly but otherwise his mind is elsewhere, "Four gooey chewy."
After several minutes of taking turns shoving the squishy sugar lumps into their mouths and attempting to pronounce the proper words, only two turtles remained.
The turtle squashes another into his mouth, a bit surprised at how much he'd actually enjoyed playing, and successfully saying, "Ten gooey chewy" around the mess. His opponent eyes him warily and manages to stuff his tenth into his mouth, but to win he'd have to get the eleventh in there somehow. As he tries to find an open space the melting marshmallows that were already occupying his mouth finally overtakes him and he gags, a few of the marshmallows dislodging in the process. With a sense of defeat and an unhappy frown, Michelangelo spits the rest of the mess out onto the fire and pouts at his brother.
To cement his victory, Donatello smugly shoves one last marshmallow into his mouth, "Eleven gooey chewy."