A/N: Another actual drabble sized one for you all. I was feeling a bit mischievous and apparently that translated into picking on my favourite turtle a little. Hehehe, oops. :P
Disclaimer: I own no turtles, unless you count the ones on the awesome t-shirt I have.
"He's not going to fall for it."
"You just wait, he'll fall for it, you'll see."
"You've pulled this stunt how many times? I'm telling you it's not going to work."
"But that's the brilliance of it; I've never pulled it on him. Just have a little faith."
"Yeah, I'll have a little faith that he'll kill you once he figures it out. You shouldn't have messed with-"
"MIKEY!"
Leonardo came out of the kitchen looking none too pleased, obviously fuming silently though the effect of his deadly glare was horribly compromised by the bright yellow paint splat on the top of his head. Remnants slipping down his face didn't help any. Michelangelo had to clamp his hands over his mouth so as not to reveal his and Donatello's hiding spot. Donny, on the other hand, didn't seem sure if he should be amused or displeased, though once he got a good look at his victimised brother's plastron the smile won out.
"He's going to kill you."
"He's gotta find me first. And you so owe me ten bucks."