Michaelangelo: Laughter is the best medicine
"So like then the guy said 'the money is on the night stand. Have a nice night.'" Michaelangelo laughed at his joke and looked down in concern when his brother didn't join in the merriment. Raphael's eyes were almost closed and he looked on the brink of sleep.
Mike grabbed a glass of ice water from the nearby stand and dumped the contents on Raph's face.
"Yow!" Raphael wailed jumping nearly a foot off his bed. "Mike you're a dead man!" He tackled his brother, knocking him out of the chair and sending them both to the floor.
"I was just trying to keep you awake!" Mike protested putting his hands up to protect himself as Raph sat on top of him.
Raphael grabbed his arms and pinned them to the floor. "By drowning me? Whoa!" He rolled on to the floor as the room began to spin again.
"You ok Raph?" Mike asked concerned.
Raphael closed his eyes tightly hoping to stop the nauseating rotation. "When this is all over, you'd better be in a new zip code Mike."
"Raphael!"
Raph and Mike both looked up to see their less-than-pleased sensei standing in the doorway. "I thought I had made it clear that you were to stay in bed."
"Yeah but…" Raphael objected gesturing to his brother. "Mike…"
"I do not want to hear any excuses. It was your own foolishness that put you in this situation. Now, back into bed."
Raphael muttered something under his breath as he climbed back in his bed. He threw the damp pillow on the floor and lay down glaring at the ceiling with his arms crossed.
Splinter left the room with a sigh. The next ten hours were really going to try everyone's patience.
The two turtles sat in silence for a few minutes. Raphael's eyes were closed but Mike could tell that he wasn't sleeping. He was pissed off.
"Raph…" Michaelangelo began hesitantly after a few more minutes.
"Why is it that I always take the blame for your shit?" Raphael demanded.
"Huh?"
Raphael turned to look at his brother. "It doesn't matter what you do, as long as I'm within five miles of you, I get in trouble. Hell, I'm even bed ridden and I get yelled at. What's up with that?"
Mike shrugged. "Just lucky I guess." Raphael glared at him.
"Hey, I get into plenty of trouble," Mike said. "Even when it's part your fault. Like that time, right after we met April…"
(Flashback)
Raphael lounged on the couch trying to hear the television over Michaelangelo's potato chip munching. "Mike if you're going to be so loud, turn up the TV."
Mike stretched his arm half-heartedly from his seat on the floor and shrugged. "Sorry, can't reach it."
"You ass," Raph muttered. The phone rang and Michaelangelo jumped up to answer it. Seeing as how everyone was home, it could only be one person.
"Hi, April. Donny? Yeah, he's here." Mike turned slightly away from the phone and yelled. "DONATELLO!"
Don walked out of his room looking a bit annoyed. "You bellowed?"
Mike gave the phone to him and went back to his spot in front of the TV. "Hey where's my chips?" He looked at Raph who ignored him. "Raphael, where's my chips? Raph?!"
"Shut up, Mike. I'm watching this."
Mike smirked and turned off the TV. He wasn't all that surprised when Raphael grabbed him in a headlock from behind. The two were so busy wrestling that they didn't notice Donatello hanging up the phone and stepping over them to retrieve his tools.
"Hey, hey wait," Mike said from underneath his brother. Donatello was putting on his coat and hat. "Where you going Donny?"
"To April's."
"Again?" Raphael asked. "Weren't you just there this afternoon?"
"Yeah. Her oven keeps breaking down." He sighed. "She's probably going to have to buy a new one. But I'll do what I can." And with that he was gone.
With one last smack to Mike's head, Raphael turned on the TV and got back on the couch.
"Wonder what Donny's doing over April's," Mike said slowly.
"You deaf? He's fixing her oven." Raph pulled Michaelangelo's chips from under the cushion and began to chow on them
"You think?" Mike asked with a grin. "Like every other night he's over there. You don't think that he and April…"
Raphael choked on what was in his mouth. "Get serious. This is Donatello we're talking about. The one who actually reads the articles in Playboy."
Mike laughed. "You're right. But..uh..April doesn't know that."
Raph's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What are you getting at?"
"All it takes is a little photo manipulation."
One hour later, Michaelangelo and Raphael climbed April's fire escape.
"You're evil, Mikey," Raph snickered.
"Shh," Mike whispered peering into the living room window. "Nobody's in there."
"Give it to me," Raphael said. "I'll do it. You wouldn't be able to not laugh." He silently opened the window.
Mike handed the envelope to him and watched as his brother climbed into the apartment.
Five minutes later he was back.
"Where'd you put it?" Mike asked.
"On top of the oven," Raphael replied. "Donny and her were in the hallway looking at some outlet that wouldn't work.
"You think she'll see..."
A scream interrupted him followed by a sharp, "Donatello!"
Raph and Mike fell against the wall laughing as they heard their brother's protested innocence.
"Come on, let's go," Raph said heading down the stairs.
Mike held up a finger. "Wait a sec.."
Suddenly the window opened and April stuck her head out. "Michaelangelo," she said through gritted teeth and grabbed the tails to his headband.
"Wait, April..it was just a joke." April hauled him into the window.
From his crouched position on the fire escape, Raphael breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't seen him. "Poor Mike," he said and headed home to think of an alibi.
(End Flashback)
Raphael laughed. "It was your idea to use Donatello's computer to put April's head on that centerfold picture."
"Yeah but the condom was your idea," Mike reminded him. "And as I recall, I was the only one hauled before Splinter to explain things and I was the only one grounded for a month."
Raph lay down with his arms behind his head. "Wonder if April still has that picture."
There was a knock at the door and Leonardo poked his head in. "Time's up, Mikey. It's my watch."
Raphael groaned. "I think I'd prefer the coma."
(Coming soon to a theater near you---Leonardo)
"So like then the guy said 'the money is on the night stand. Have a nice night.'" Michaelangelo laughed at his joke and looked down in concern when his brother didn't join in the merriment. Raphael's eyes were almost closed and he looked on the brink of sleep.
Mike grabbed a glass of ice water from the nearby stand and dumped the contents on Raph's face.
"Yow!" Raphael wailed jumping nearly a foot off his bed. "Mike you're a dead man!" He tackled his brother, knocking him out of the chair and sending them both to the floor.
"I was just trying to keep you awake!" Mike protested putting his hands up to protect himself as Raph sat on top of him.
Raphael grabbed his arms and pinned them to the floor. "By drowning me? Whoa!" He rolled on to the floor as the room began to spin again.
"You ok Raph?" Mike asked concerned.
Raphael closed his eyes tightly hoping to stop the nauseating rotation. "When this is all over, you'd better be in a new zip code Mike."
"Raphael!"
Raph and Mike both looked up to see their less-than-pleased sensei standing in the doorway. "I thought I had made it clear that you were to stay in bed."
"Yeah but…" Raphael objected gesturing to his brother. "Mike…"
"I do not want to hear any excuses. It was your own foolishness that put you in this situation. Now, back into bed."
Raphael muttered something under his breath as he climbed back in his bed. He threw the damp pillow on the floor and lay down glaring at the ceiling with his arms crossed.
Splinter left the room with a sigh. The next ten hours were really going to try everyone's patience.
The two turtles sat in silence for a few minutes. Raphael's eyes were closed but Mike could tell that he wasn't sleeping. He was pissed off.
"Raph…" Michaelangelo began hesitantly after a few more minutes.
"Why is it that I always take the blame for your shit?" Raphael demanded.
"Huh?"
Raphael turned to look at his brother. "It doesn't matter what you do, as long as I'm within five miles of you, I get in trouble. Hell, I'm even bed ridden and I get yelled at. What's up with that?"
Mike shrugged. "Just lucky I guess." Raphael glared at him.
"Hey, I get into plenty of trouble," Mike said. "Even when it's part your fault. Like that time, right after we met April…"
(Flashback)
Raphael lounged on the couch trying to hear the television over Michaelangelo's potato chip munching. "Mike if you're going to be so loud, turn up the TV."
Mike stretched his arm half-heartedly from his seat on the floor and shrugged. "Sorry, can't reach it."
"You ass," Raph muttered. The phone rang and Michaelangelo jumped up to answer it. Seeing as how everyone was home, it could only be one person.
"Hi, April. Donny? Yeah, he's here." Mike turned slightly away from the phone and yelled. "DONATELLO!"
Don walked out of his room looking a bit annoyed. "You bellowed?"
Mike gave the phone to him and went back to his spot in front of the TV. "Hey where's my chips?" He looked at Raph who ignored him. "Raphael, where's my chips? Raph?!"
"Shut up, Mike. I'm watching this."
Mike smirked and turned off the TV. He wasn't all that surprised when Raphael grabbed him in a headlock from behind. The two were so busy wrestling that they didn't notice Donatello hanging up the phone and stepping over them to retrieve his tools.
"Hey, hey wait," Mike said from underneath his brother. Donatello was putting on his coat and hat. "Where you going Donny?"
"To April's."
"Again?" Raphael asked. "Weren't you just there this afternoon?"
"Yeah. Her oven keeps breaking down." He sighed. "She's probably going to have to buy a new one. But I'll do what I can." And with that he was gone.
With one last smack to Mike's head, Raphael turned on the TV and got back on the couch.
"Wonder what Donny's doing over April's," Mike said slowly.
"You deaf? He's fixing her oven." Raph pulled Michaelangelo's chips from under the cushion and began to chow on them
"You think?" Mike asked with a grin. "Like every other night he's over there. You don't think that he and April…"
Raphael choked on what was in his mouth. "Get serious. This is Donatello we're talking about. The one who actually reads the articles in Playboy."
Mike laughed. "You're right. But..uh..April doesn't know that."
Raph's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What are you getting at?"
"All it takes is a little photo manipulation."
One hour later, Michaelangelo and Raphael climbed April's fire escape.
"You're evil, Mikey," Raph snickered.
"Shh," Mike whispered peering into the living room window. "Nobody's in there."
"Give it to me," Raphael said. "I'll do it. You wouldn't be able to not laugh." He silently opened the window.
Mike handed the envelope to him and watched as his brother climbed into the apartment.
Five minutes later he was back.
"Where'd you put it?" Mike asked.
"On top of the oven," Raphael replied. "Donny and her were in the hallway looking at some outlet that wouldn't work.
"You think she'll see..."
A scream interrupted him followed by a sharp, "Donatello!"
Raph and Mike fell against the wall laughing as they heard their brother's protested innocence.
"Come on, let's go," Raph said heading down the stairs.
Mike held up a finger. "Wait a sec.."
Suddenly the window opened and April stuck her head out. "Michaelangelo," she said through gritted teeth and grabbed the tails to his headband.
"Wait, April..it was just a joke." April hauled him into the window.
From his crouched position on the fire escape, Raphael breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't seen him. "Poor Mike," he said and headed home to think of an alibi.
(End Flashback)
Raphael laughed. "It was your idea to use Donatello's computer to put April's head on that centerfold picture."
"Yeah but the condom was your idea," Mike reminded him. "And as I recall, I was the only one hauled before Splinter to explain things and I was the only one grounded for a month."
Raph lay down with his arms behind his head. "Wonder if April still has that picture."
There was a knock at the door and Leonardo poked his head in. "Time's up, Mikey. It's my watch."
Raphael groaned. "I think I'd prefer the coma."
(Coming soon to a theater near you---Leonardo)