"Where'd they go?" Michelangelo looked around, panicked.
"I don't know. Keep your eyes peeled. They could be anywhere." Donatello glanced around the room.
Suddenly, he was tackled. He heard giggling as he got to his feet. Michelangelo was already chasing the attacker.
"Mikey, wait!" But it was too late.
"Doooonnieeeee."
The purple-clad turtle turned to see Leonardo coming towards him. He held up his hands.
"Leo, you need to go back to your room. I'm not kidding."
"But, Donnie, I just want to spend time with my little brother." The blue-clad turtle lunged at him. Donnie managed to dodge him. Donnie jumped on Leo, momentarily subduing his oldest brother. He pulled a syringe out of his belt and pulled the cap off with his teeth. He then plunged the needle into Leo's bicep. Donnie got up and allowed Leo to move.
"Doooonnieeeee! That hurt!" Leo looked as if he was about to cry while rubbing the site of the injection.
"Sorry, Leo. But, you'll be okay after a while."
Leo's lower lip began to quiver and Don knew his brother was definitely on the verge of tears. The oldest brother yawned and felt his eyelids getting heavy. Before long, he was curled up on the floor, snoring softly. Donnie breathed a sigh of relief.
Raphael giggled as Mikey struggled to get up. Raph was sitting on his youngest brother's back, using his shell as a bongo drum.
"Come on, Raph! Let me up!" The orange-clad turtle continued to kick, trying to get the larger turtle off.
"OOOOHHHHHH!" Raph's sing-song voice filled the air.
"Oh no. No, Raph! Don't do it!"
"Who lives in a pineapple under the sea!?"
"AAAAHHHH! DONNIE! GET IN HERE! RAPH'S SINGING SPONGEBOB AGAIN!"
"If nautical nonsense be somethin' you wish! Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish!" The red-clad turtle had started rocking back and forth to the rhythm of his singing, holding onto his brother's carapace for balance.
"Please make it stop!" Mikey covered his ears to block out his brother's singing.
Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the singing stopped. Mikey uncovered his ears and heard the sound of Raph snoring. He looked up and saw his immediate older brother standing there, an empty syringe in his hand. Mikey let out a relieved sigh and, with Donnie's help, managed to get Raph off his back.
"Let's get them back to bed." Donnie put the syringe away and grabbed one of Raph's arms.
"Good idea." Mikey grabbed the other one.
After getting their brothers into their beds, Mikey and Donnie dropped onto the couch. Donnie looked at his baby brother.
"Happens every year."
"Yeah. Just once, I wish we could make it through flu season without Raph and Leo getting sick. They always act so weird."
"Well, the sedatives I gave them should keep them asleep for a few hours. At least they'll get some, much needed, rest."
"Yeah, and maybe we can get some rest too." Mikey closed his eyes, fully intent on taking a nap right there.
"No kidding." Don followed his brother's lead.
Just as the two were nodding off, they heard a strange noise. Their eyes shot open and they looked at each other.
"We all live in a yellow submarine!" Their father's voice filled the lair.
"Oh no." Donnie groaned.
"Don't suppose you have any more of those sedatives?" Mikey looked at Donnie with terror in his eyes.
"This is going to be one long flu season." Donnie headed towards his lab for another syringe.