"Somnambulant "

DING! Leonardo groggily opened his eyes at the familiar sound of the toaster popping up toast in the kitchen...But it was three in the morning. Who the shell would be making toast at three in the morning?! Deciding his immediate younger brother, Raphael, had gotten up for a late night snack, Leo felt his eyes drooping closed once again...
CRASH! Leonardo jumped up, no longer able to ignore the sounds radiating from outside his bedroom door.
Carefully and silently, Leo exited his room and tiptoed down the hall toward the main room. He could smell burnt toast, proving his earlier theory of the source of the dinging sound. After another step, Leo gasped in pain as something sharp poked the sole of his foot. Looking down, he saw the broken shards of what was once Splinter's favorite reading lamp.
A shadow caught Leo's eye as it headed into the kitchen. The shadow opened the refrigerator, causing the light inside it to turn on. Leo could finally see who the shadow was as it reached inside the fridge, pulled out the carton of milk, and brought it greedily to its lips.
"Michelangelo!" Leonardo shouted, trying to stay quiet enough not to wake his other brothers and sensei, "What have I told you and Raphael about drinking from the carton?! It's gross!" Mikey took one last gulp from the carton before dropping it on the floor, the milk creating a puddle around him. Leo watched in disbelief as Mikey left the mess and headed for the living room. "Mikey!" Leo lectured, "Clean that up right now!" No reply. Leo stomped over to his youngest brother, who was now sitting on the couch. "Stop ignoring me," Leo warned, "I know you can hear me." No response. Leaning closer, Leonardo saw Mikey's eyes were unfocused. "Uh, Mike?" he said waving a hand in front of his brother's face, "Are you...sleepwalking?"
"Leooo," Mikey finally said, his voice coming out whiny, "Raph ate all the cereal again!" Leo bit back his laughter.
"Mikey," Leo whispered, fighting a grin, "You're still asleep." Mikey's mouth opened and closed like a fish's.
"But what...what about training?" Mikey asked seriously, his voice hazy with sleep. Leo laughed aloud at that.
"Just go back to sleep, Mike," he insisted, deciding to humor his sleeping brother, "You won't be late for training." Mikey didn't answer for a moment.
"Oh," he finally replied, his voice sad, "Okay." And with that, he fell forward off the couch and landed face first. His soft snoring filled the lair.
Leonardo smiled and shook his head at the sight before bending over and picking up his sleeping sibling. He easily carried him bridal style back to the youngest's room, where he laid him on the bed and draped a blanket over him.
Back in the kitchen, Leo proceeded in cleaning up the spilled milk and broken lamp pieces before headed back to bed.
That morning, Leo actually wasn't the first one awake like he usually was. As he slumped tiredly into the kitchen, he saw Raphael and Donatello already at the table. Raph was scowling at his bowl, which contained cereal but no milk.
"Good morning," Leo greeted, smiling tiredly as he, too, sat at the table. Both of his brothers greeted him in return. It wasn't long before Michelangelo came stumbling out, bleary-eyed.
"Duuddees," he groaned tiredly, plopping down at the table, "I'm even more tired now than I was when I went to bed last night!" Leo chuckled into his cup of tea.
"Yeah?" Raph griped, "Well someone drank all the milk, so now I gotta eat dry Froot Loops!" Leo laughed a little harder, trying to keep quiet.
"Uh, guys?" Donnie called confused from the living room, "Why is there a plate of toast behind the couch?" At that, Leo finally lost it, laughing so hard that he fell out of his chair. As he laid on his back shell, laughing uncontrollably, Raphael and Michelangelo exchanged confused looks.
"What's HE laughing 'bout?" Raph asked, watching Leo laughing on the ground. Mikey shrugged.
"Who knows?" he replied casually, "He's just weird like that..."
"Sons?!" Splinter's voice boomed from the living room, "What happened to my lamp?!"

The End!