An update! Aren't y'all glad it's Christmas vacation? So many fanfiction updates! It's fantastic! Anyway, congrats on everyone who guessed the quotes correctly! (Even though that's chapter 6... I forgot to tell y'all last chapter.) That's... Sergeant Turtle and Ninjawolf10. Yup, they quotes are from BBC Sherlock. And 68 reviews... WOW! Anyway, this chapter was kinda foreshadowed in the 1st and 2nd chapter, so hope y'all like it! I don't own anything! Enjoy.


Chapter 8 - Wednesday


It had only been a few days into the infamous bet, and as of Wednesday, no turtle had caved. Sure, there had been a few times where someone would whine about ending it, but the bet for a blessed month without chores? Oh yeah, it's gonna be finished.

However, one very special turtle named Michelangelo had taken it upon himself to secretly observe his brothers - when they least expected it, of course - when they thought they were alone. The turtle claimed it was all for becoming Leonardo and watching over his brothers, but it had seriously begun to creep the others out.

Oh yes, young Michelangelo had become a teenage mutant ninja STALKER.


"Mikey, I swear, if I catch you in my bedroom again, I'll kill you!" Donny snarled, grabbing his little brother's carapace and dragging him to the door. He was still clutching his blankets around himself, and his mask and Bo had clattered across a messy stack of books.

"Relax, Donny-boy. Just wanna make sure you aren't tinkering around when you think everyone else is asleep." Mikey craned his neck to beam at his genius brother, but Don wasn't amused.

"Mikey, it's bloody 2:00 in the morning! I was asleep!" The Bo wielding turtle growled, using his other hand to rub his eyes.

"You were probably dreaming about tinkering, am I right? That's close enough for me!" Mikey chattered, making Donny seriously consider whacking him with his Bo.

"MIKEY! I'm serious! It's creepy to find someone two inches from your face when you're asleep!" Donny explained, throwing open the door and using his foot to push Mike out of his bedroom. "Now stay out!" He slammed the door.

Mikey rolled his eyes. "Well," he mocked. "Someone isn't grateful for the guarding." He tapped a finger to his cheek. "At least you're acting like Raph; I wonder if-"

"GO THE SHELL TO SLEEP!"


"Mike, what are you doing in here?" Leo looked up from the book Don had made for him called The Idiot Turtle's Guide to Repairing the Toaster and frowned. "I'm never in Donny's lab."

"Hmm..." Mikey squinted his eyes, and Leo rolled his eyes.

"Oh, for God's sake! Mikey, I'm not meditating! This is the ninth time TODAY you've come in here to see if I was. I told you, I'm trying to finish this book! And besides, I don't act like that!"

"I don't believe you, Leonardo." Mike used two fingers to point to his own eyes than towards Leo. "I'll catch you in the crime... Eventually."

"Mikey, get out of the freakin' lab, will ya?"


"MIKEY! BRO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Raph roared. Raph howled something that no one could understand and chunked the nearest available item at his little brother's head.

It was a smiling rubber duck.

Mikey grinned and gave the duck a squeeze, giggling at the little quack it gave off.

"Dude," Mikey looked up and cringed. Raph crossed his arms to look intimidating, but it's a useless gesture when you have a pink shower cap on your head. "Use the shower curtain! Keep it closed! It's there for a reason!" Raph gasped, grabbed the shower curtain - which April had insisted they get after she'd stayed with them the first time - and closed it all the way so all Mikey could see was his brother's shadow.

"I wouldn't have to leave it shut if you quit picking the lock! That's closed for a reason!"

Satisfied, Mikey tossed the yellow duck back to his brother, who's silhouette fumbled around as it bounced on his head and fell into the water. Raph bent over to pick it up, accidentally grabbing the shower curtain for balance and pulling it down.

Mikey let out a girlish scream and covered his eyes with his hands. Raph let out a gasp and snatched his towel off the rack, hurriedly wrapping it around himself.

"Not again," Mikey moaned. "Raph, I appreciate your offer, but I REALLY don't wanna see you this way!"

"Why, I oughta-"

"LEO! I'm gonna need some bleach for my eyes. Raphie keeps scarring me in ways I never thought possible! Just... The hideousness of his natural self is astounding!"

"MIKEY!"


"Psst!" Leo stifled a groan and didn't even bother looking up from his book.

"Mikey, didn't I tell you to get out of the lab?" Leo flipped the page, pointedly ignoring the turtle behind him.

"Oh, so the little twerp's been messing with you, too?" A familiar Brooklyn accent echoed the lab, and Leo heaved a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank goodness it's just you!" Leo swung his chair around to face Raphael and pushed himself up. "What did you need?"

A smirk flashed across Raph's face. "Would you be interested in helping me get revenge?"

"Raphael, you know full well I don't like getting revenge on people. It's-"

"On Mikey, shellbrain."

"Oh... God yes!"


"OW! Raph, watch where you're swinging that thing!"

"I'm sorry, Princess. Would you like me to put down this too? And how about the scissors and all other sharp objects we need."

"No, I just want you to watch out. There's other people standing around, you know."

"Oh, I full well know you're here. I think my ear's gonna be ringing from your yelling for the rest of the day!"

"I'm not yelling!"

"..."

"Sorry. Here, after this we should be done. Unless you want to make it look a little... neater."

"Are you kidding? I want to put this into action! The little twerp's been messing with us all week! I'm sick of it!"

"But you had blueprints and everything of this! You're almost like Donny in this sense!"

"I know, I know. That little twerp's been asking for it. He deserves every last bit of this!"

"Okay, you done?"

"You bet!"

"Nice working with you, Raphael."

"Likewise, Leonardo. Maybe we should do this more often."

"What, plotting the demise of our baby brother? Couldn't agree more."


"Hey, Donny?" Mikey rapped on Don's bedroom door with the back of his hand and was rewarded with a growl.

"Didn't I tell you to leave me and my bedroom alone?"

Mikey held up his hands in surrender. "Whoa, bro. I just wanted to know where Leo and Raph are. The lair's a little too quiet, especially with Raph as me gone." Silence. "Donny?"

"They're probably off doing something." Donny's tone was a tad softer. "Don't worry about them. Worry about what's going to happen to you if you don't leave everyone alone!"

"... What do you think they're doing?" Mikey's curiosity was piqued, and he leaned up against the door.

"Oh, I don't know. Arguing? That's all they ever seem to do." Mikey shook his head.

"Nah. They're you and I; we don't fight that often." Mikey absently rubbed his cheek. "Oh," Mikey said. "Did I ever thank you for giving me a bruised cheek?"

"No," Donny's voice had tracea of pride laced in it. "But you're welcome."

"I hate you," Mikey muttered, rolling his eyes. All he got in return was a snort, and he turned sadly and stomped off.

"Leo? Raph?" Mike called out, his voice echoing throughout the lair. "Where are you guys?" He snapped his fingers with sudden inspiration. "I know! They're probably sparring! In secret!" The orange clad turtle rubbed his hands together gleefully. "Oh, this is too good!" He beamed and took off down the stairs. "I'm coming for youuuu!"

Mikey didn't notice the creak of the closet door nor the two pairs of gleaming eyes within.

"He's so screwed."

"... Yup."


"OI!" Leo and Raph exchanged brief flashes of evil grins before turning around with "deer in headlight" expressions towards their youngest brother. "What do you think you two are doing in here?"

After Mikey had dashed away, Leo and Raph had snuck into the dojo and messed everything up so it would look like they had sparred: weapons scattered all over the floor, punching bags and sacks crumpled in a heap, and best of all, themselves in the middle of it all. Raph had purposely knocked over the rack of weights to create a loud noise to attract Michelangelo, and it worked.

"Oh, no." Raph did an obviously fake gasp and put his hands on his hips. "What should we do, Leonardo?"

"I don't know, Raphael." Leo replied, using the exact same tone and pose as his younger brother. "Michelangelo has caught us! At least he doesn't know we've been doing this all week!"

"Oh, yeah! Definitely. Oh wait..."

"I knew I'd catch you two! With the right amount of patience and persistence, I could do anything!" Mikey squealed, sounding to Raph like a little lost piglet. He wiggled and bounced up and down. "I knew it!"

"Oh, no, Raphael! Mikey has caught us! What should we do?"

"I do not know, Leonardo. How about we RUN!" Leo grabbed Raph's arm and yanked him down the hallway, leaving Mikey freaking out alone in the dojo.

"Ow, Leo! You don't have to grab me that tightly!" Raph whined, wincing and rubbing at a spot on his arm.

"Stop whining," Leo rolled his eyes. "Hurry! Grab the rope!"

Raph slowed down and gently picked up the frayed end of a rope. "Get in the closet!" Mikey's thudding footsteps echoed the hallway, and both Raph and Leo frantically tried to push each other out of the way to get into the broom closet.

"Ohhhh come outttttt Leonardo! Raphael!" A Californian accent crooned from in front of the cracked door.

"Now, Leo?"

"Almost..."

"Hey, what's this rope doing here?"

"... 3... 2... 1... Now!" Raph's amber eyes flashed with excitement as he yanked down on the rope. A girly squeal rang out, and both turtles looked out of the closet at their youngest brother hopping around and trying unsuccessfully to wipe off the bright green ooze Leo had made. (Don't worry, no turtles were harmed in the making of the slime... Much.)

"GROSS! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF ME!" Leo shoved a fist in his mouth to stop from laughing, and Raph elbowed him swiftly in the side.

"Grab the feathers!" Came the rough whisper, and Leo nodded and picked up the wooden bucket full of multicolored craft feathers. Leo glanced over to his brother, who was holding a bucket of his own full of water balloons... Only, they weren't exactly filled with water.

"Ready?"

"Shell yeah. FIRE!"

Leonardo and Raphael sprang out of the closet, making the goop covered turtle jump back. Leo swung forward the feathers, and they pasted themselves all over the goop.

Mikey's blue eyes grew wide as dinner plates. "Noooooooo!" He screamed in slow motion, batting at the feathers on his beak.

"Uh, why are you talking in slow motion?" Raph wrinkled up his own beak.

"I felt it was necessary." Mikey sniffed and stuck his nose in the air.

"Oh yeah?" Raph smirked. "So is this!" Raph pelted a green water balloon at the turtle, and it splattered right on his face. Brown liquid dripped down, staining his plastron and mask a light brown.

"EW!" Mikey screamed.

"Uh, Raph?" Leo whispered as Mikey stuck a finger in the unknown substance. "What exactly did you put in the balloons?"

"CHOCOLATE SYRUP!" Mikey screamed, but this time from delight. He stuck out his tongue and let the syrup run down his face.

"Syrup?" Leo raised an eye ridge. "That's what's in all the balloons? Really?!"

Raph snorted. "What do ya think?" He bent over and grabbed another water balloon, then grabbed Leo's wrist and yanked him back down the hallway. "Come on!"

Leo looked at Raph like he was insane, which in a way, he probably was. "What the shell are you doing?"

"Trust me. You'll thank me later." And with a wink, he launched another water balloon at his cackling baby brother.

"Ooh! Another balloon! More chocolate syrup-*SPLAT* THATS NOT CHOCOLATE SYRUP! AHHHHHH MAYONNAISE! MAYONNAISE!"

"Nice work, little brother. Now, I have one favor to ask you."

"Oh?"

"Please don't prank me!"


Leonardo was exhausted. Master Splinter had just lectured he and Raph about going a tad overboard on their prank on Mikey; however, both teens could see the amused smirk in their Sensei's eyes, so neither one took it to heart too seriously.

Ugh, he thought. Is this why Raph hates lectures so much? Because I am definitely agreeing with him right now!

Leo yawned as he swung open his bedroom door. I guess I can skip meditation today, he reasoned. Slipping his blue mask on his bedside table, he reached out and pulled back to covers.

"EEK!" Leo flipped backwards, grabbing a heavy book from his desk and holding it over his head. "SNAKE! THERE'S A SNAKE IN MY BED!" The eldest turtle narrowed his eyes. "Wait a minute..." He took a step closer, and when the snake wriggled, pressed himself back up against the wall. He pressed the book against his chest. "Holy sh-"

"Gotcha!" Raphael stuck his head out from under the bed and tugged on the clear string attached to the tip of the snake's tail. In his other hand, he held up a camera, and a bright flash lit up the bedroom.

"RAPHAEL!"


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