A fluffy/silly one for n00btmntfan, to make up for Chapter 4 ;)

007 Insanity

"Come on, slow pokes!" Mikey panted, jack-knifing into his umpteenth burpee, "No surrender!"

"This…is…insane!" Donnie was panting as he failed miserably to keep pace.

"No duh, bro, that's why they call it Insanity!"

"How…can you….even…talk!?"

Even Leo and Raph had dropped the banter and were grunting with exertion, finding it a challenge to keep up with the rapid-fire calisthenics. A loud whistle blew from the TV. The guy on the screen was screaming at them to transition to jumping jacks.

"Jumping jacks!" Mikey echoed, crowing in what he thought was a highly motivational way, "Ichi! Ni! San!"

"Shut…up!" Raph groused, wiping sweat from his eyes with a forearm.

"Whass'matter…Raph," Leo panted, "C-can't…can't keep…oh God."

He slumped over for a moment, his hands on his knees.

"I'b gudda puke," he groaned.

"No - puking - in the - dojo!" Mikey panted, as he continued his jumping jacks, "Come on, Lame-o-nardo, almost done!"

Reluctantly refusing to admit defeat, Leo resumed jumping jacks, only to have Raph collapse in a pile next to him moments later.

"Ungggh," he groaned, wordlessly from the floor.

"Twenty eight - twenty nine - thirty - done!" Mikey crowed, feeling like he'd just drank three of Donnie's coffees, "Woot! Yeah! Alright! Get it, get it! Like a turtle do!"

Donnie sagged to the floor, dropping first to his knees and then flopping face-first with his butt in the air.

"I think my shell fell off," he mumbled into the floor, not bothering to lift his head.

"Nope," Mikey panted, as sweat rolled off him in waves, "Still there. And hey - Donnie and I totally kicked your butts. Take that, 'A Team!'"

"No fair," Raph grumbled, wearily raising an arm to point an accusatory finger at Don, "He was goin' way slower!"

"Pretend I'm giving you the bird," Donnie mumbled into the floor, "I can't lift my arm right now."

"We don't even have the bird," Leo said, waggling his fingers.

"Never…stopped me. S'all about….context…Ugggh," Raph groaned as he removed his sopping wet mask and tossed it aside. It slapped wetly on the mat.

"Oops…stretching time," Mikey said, as the figure on screen started a series of dynamic stretches, "Come on gang, don't wanna get a -

"Gaaah, cramp, cramp!" Leo groaned, massaging his thigh as he leaned into a stretch, "This can't possibly be good for you."

"That is the last time we let Mikey buy anything off an infomercial," Raph moaned.