A.N.: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!! Yes, another chapter already. Lol. Well, don't
have nothing to say really, so Enjoy! Oh, & Danceingfae, glad I could make
yah feel a bit better. *Smiles* Afraid your chapter won't be for a lil'
while though, as too many of yah like Mikey, and I'd already written this
one up. I'm also doing it one turtle at a time and don't want the same
turtle in chapters that are right after the other. Okay, enough rambling,
let's get on with the story! Lol.
Seven-year-old Michaelangelo was in the kitchen of the lair baking some marshmallow and chocolate chip cookies. Thought only seven, he was trusted alone in the kitchen to bake, as long as he promised to call for help if he needed it. Of course, loving to eat and bake, he eagerly promised to call upon his Sensei, should he need any help. Baking was also his excuse for some free-time away from his siblings. Though he loved them all like crazy, there WERE times that he, Michaelangelo, did need a break from them.
He had just finished putting a tray of cookies in the oven, when he turned around and found Daydream sitting on the floor in the middle of the kitchen munching on a wooden spoon.
"Day, how'd you get that?" He asked. "You're not s'pose to eat it. I need it to bake."
He went over to her and took the spoon away, causing her to scream as she wanted 'her' spoon back. His eyes went huge when she began to scream, and he quickly handed her back the spoon. He knew if they made their sisters cry they'd get in a whole lot of trouble, and he wanted to bake, not be grounded for the rest of the day.
"You wanna help me make cookies Day?" He questioned.
Daydream nodded her little head, as she couldn't talk yet. Her and Lenore were a little slow in that department, just like Donatello had been. She grinned up at her brother as he picked her up and set her on top of the table.
"Don't move Day," he told her. "Yah do an' I'll hafta put yah back on the floor."
Daydream smiled innocently at him as she continued to try and eat the wooden spoon she still held. She watched quietly as her brother went over to the oven to check on his cookies. Once she spotted the cookies she began to bounce on her bottom and clap her hands excitedly. She loved cookies!
Michaelangelo threw his little sister a grin when he noticed her excitement. "I know yah want one Day, but yah gotta wait 'till they ain't hot."
Daydream began to fuss when she saw him set them on the counter and none anywhere near her. She wanted a cookie! And she wanted it now! She continued to fuss until her brother looked over at her again, then gave him her best puppy-dog look ever.
"Day, I told yah, yah gotta wait," Michaelangelo reminded her. "If I give yah one while they're hot you'll get hurt an' I'll get in trouble. I don't wanna get in trouble over giving yah a cookie."
After awhile daydream grew bored with just sitting there and munching on 'her' wooden spoon, and decided to investigate the stuff lying all around her on the table. She spotted a bottle, and thinking it was milk, reached out for it. She'd just gotten the cap off and was about to drink it when Michaelangelo stopped her.
Michaelangelo turned around and almost yelled out when he saw his sister about to drink a bottle of Vanilla Extract. He hurriedly ran over and grabbed it from her and stuck the top back on tightly.
"You don't drink this stuff Day," he stated. "Yah do an' you'll get sick an' I'll get in even more trouble than I would giving yah a hot cookie."
Daydream sat there looking at him and pouted. She was hungry AND thirsty. She shouldn't have had to sit there for so long without any food.
"Yah hungry Day?" Michaelangelo wanted to know. "'Cause I think it's 'bout lunchtime an' if it is, I can give yah some food."
Daydream nodded her head eagerly and watched as her brother set about getting her something to eat and drink. She became all excited again when she spotted her bottle and began to bounce and clap her hands again.
Michaelangelo chuckled when he spotted her doing her little excited routine, and headed over and passed her, her bottle and cookie for her to munch on at the moment.
"Shh. Don't tell anybody I gave yah a cookie. Yah ain't s'pose to have dessert before lunch," he whispered.
Daydream smiled as he kissed her head then went back to his baking. She loved being with Michaelangelo, as he always made her laugh and he was more fun than any of her other brothers. He was especially more fun than Raphael. For some strange reason, she was actually kind of afraid of her brother in red, but found it not so bad if one of her sisters were with her when he was around. Like when Lenore had needed him, and he stayed with both of them and she'd sat in his lap to watch Mr. Dress-up. It hadn't been so bad that day because Lenore had been right there with her. But, if it had've just been her and Raphael, it would've been a whole different story completely.
Soon enough Michaelangelo began to clean up the mess he'd made in the kitchen. While he was cleaning he accidentally knocked over the open bag of marshmallows, making them fall out of the bag and onto the table all around Daydream.
Daydream eyed the little white puffballs lying around her and picked one up. She giggled when it squished easily between her fingers, then went back to almost the exact same poofiness it had been before squished. She eyed it some more before opening her mouth and popping it in. she could taste it's sweet taste in her mouth, and instantly fell in love with whatever it was she had just stuck in her mouth. She reached down and grabbed another one off the table and once more popped it into her mouth.
Michaelangelo turned around only to find Daydream sitting on the table, eating the marshmallows that had fallen out of the bag.
"Hey! No eating the marshmallows Day!" He cried. "You'll get sick if yah eat too many, an' again I'll be in trouble for not watching yah better!"
He quickly ran over to the table and began to pick the marshmallows up and stick then back in the bag they'd fallen out of.
Daydream watched her brother, and stared down at the one she still had in her hot little hand. She didn't understand why he was taking all the 'yummy' away, and was determined to make him let her keep it.
Michaelangelo didn't notice his sister trying to say something. If he had've been watching her face, instead of her little hands which kept grabbing marshmallows, he would've seen that she was trying to spit out her first word.
"Ashallow," Daydream said softly at first.
Michaelangelo paused when he thought he heard his sister say something. He looked up at her. "Whatcha say Day?"
"Ashallow," Daydream repeated. "Ashallow. Ashallow! ASHALLOW!"
Michaelangelo stood there staring at her in shock. "M-Marshmallow?" He said.
"Ashallow!" Daydream exclaimed as she nodded.
"You said marshmallow!" Michaelangelo shouted, his eyes huge. "Oh my God! You did it Day! You said your first word!"
Daydream beamed at him, and did her little excited routine once more, as she was excited that he was excited. Though, mind you, she'd no idea as to just why he was excited. She realized he seemed to get more and more excited every time she said what she wanted.
"Ashallow!" She said again, just to test out her theory.
"Master Splinter!" Michaelangelo called, as he picked her and the marshmallows up and ran out into the den. "Daydream said her first word! She did! She said marshmallows!"
Master Splinter looked up from the book he had been reading, while sitting in his favourite chair in the den. He might have been reading, but he was also keeping a keen eye on his children that were still in sight.
"What has she done Michaelangelo?" He asked calmly, giving his extremely excited son a chance to calm down some.
"She said marshmallow!" Michaelangelo exclaimed. "Watch!"
Master Splinter watched as his son in orange set his little sister down on the floor, then pulled out a marshmallow.
"Day, what's this?" He asked, hoping she'd say it again.
Daydream looked at him for a couple moments, and scrunched up her face. "Ashallow!" She finally said. "Ashallow!"
"See?" Michaelangelo cried, turning to look at their father. "She can talk!"
"ASHALLOW!" Daydream screamed when her brother wouldn't give her the marshmallow he was holding.
"I do believe your sister deserves a reward," Master Splinter told him, indicating the marshmallow he still held in his hand.
"Oh, yeah," Michaelangelo giggled as he handed her the marshmallow. "There yah go Day."
Daydream grinned up at the two watching her as she stuffed the marshmallow into her mouth and savoured its delicious flavour.
"Now, I'd advise you not to give her anymore marshmallow for today," Master Splinter instructed. "We do not want for her getting sick on them."
"Hai, Sensei," Michaelangelo replied as he picked Daydream back up. "C'mon Day. You can help me finish cleaning up."
Master Splinter watched as Michaelangelo leaned his head in closer to Daydream's and heard him whispers, "An' if yah good, I'll give yah another cookie with marshmallows in it."
Daydream giggled and placed a sloppy kiss on her brother's cheek.
Master Splinter chuckled at the two as they disappeared back into the kitchen together. "Leave it to Michaelangelo to have his sister saying 'marshmallow'," he thought shaking his head before going back to his book. He was quite pleased that Daydream had learned to talk. Now, all he needed was for Lenore to learn how, and then all his children would be chatterboxes.
A.N.: Hope y'all liked this chapter too! Lol. Obviously, when writing about Daydream, marshmallows SHALL be involved! And Day, yah owe me 'cause I kept misspelling 'marshmallow'. I kept spelling it 'marshammallow'. (Marsha! Marsha! Marsha!) Lol. Well, adios y'all! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTRSPA & KTCAPA & KTACPA & KTJTTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTBKPA & KTKILPA!!!!! P.S. "Dawnatella", if yah'd like, I can see about working you into this fic somehow. I've already an idea, if you'd like to be in the story and have your own chapter with Donnie.
Seven-year-old Michaelangelo was in the kitchen of the lair baking some marshmallow and chocolate chip cookies. Thought only seven, he was trusted alone in the kitchen to bake, as long as he promised to call for help if he needed it. Of course, loving to eat and bake, he eagerly promised to call upon his Sensei, should he need any help. Baking was also his excuse for some free-time away from his siblings. Though he loved them all like crazy, there WERE times that he, Michaelangelo, did need a break from them.
He had just finished putting a tray of cookies in the oven, when he turned around and found Daydream sitting on the floor in the middle of the kitchen munching on a wooden spoon.
"Day, how'd you get that?" He asked. "You're not s'pose to eat it. I need it to bake."
He went over to her and took the spoon away, causing her to scream as she wanted 'her' spoon back. His eyes went huge when she began to scream, and he quickly handed her back the spoon. He knew if they made their sisters cry they'd get in a whole lot of trouble, and he wanted to bake, not be grounded for the rest of the day.
"You wanna help me make cookies Day?" He questioned.
Daydream nodded her little head, as she couldn't talk yet. Her and Lenore were a little slow in that department, just like Donatello had been. She grinned up at her brother as he picked her up and set her on top of the table.
"Don't move Day," he told her. "Yah do an' I'll hafta put yah back on the floor."
Daydream smiled innocently at him as she continued to try and eat the wooden spoon she still held. She watched quietly as her brother went over to the oven to check on his cookies. Once she spotted the cookies she began to bounce on her bottom and clap her hands excitedly. She loved cookies!
Michaelangelo threw his little sister a grin when he noticed her excitement. "I know yah want one Day, but yah gotta wait 'till they ain't hot."
Daydream began to fuss when she saw him set them on the counter and none anywhere near her. She wanted a cookie! And she wanted it now! She continued to fuss until her brother looked over at her again, then gave him her best puppy-dog look ever.
"Day, I told yah, yah gotta wait," Michaelangelo reminded her. "If I give yah one while they're hot you'll get hurt an' I'll get in trouble. I don't wanna get in trouble over giving yah a cookie."
After awhile daydream grew bored with just sitting there and munching on 'her' wooden spoon, and decided to investigate the stuff lying all around her on the table. She spotted a bottle, and thinking it was milk, reached out for it. She'd just gotten the cap off and was about to drink it when Michaelangelo stopped her.
Michaelangelo turned around and almost yelled out when he saw his sister about to drink a bottle of Vanilla Extract. He hurriedly ran over and grabbed it from her and stuck the top back on tightly.
"You don't drink this stuff Day," he stated. "Yah do an' you'll get sick an' I'll get in even more trouble than I would giving yah a hot cookie."
Daydream sat there looking at him and pouted. She was hungry AND thirsty. She shouldn't have had to sit there for so long without any food.
"Yah hungry Day?" Michaelangelo wanted to know. "'Cause I think it's 'bout lunchtime an' if it is, I can give yah some food."
Daydream nodded her head eagerly and watched as her brother set about getting her something to eat and drink. She became all excited again when she spotted her bottle and began to bounce and clap her hands again.
Michaelangelo chuckled when he spotted her doing her little excited routine, and headed over and passed her, her bottle and cookie for her to munch on at the moment.
"Shh. Don't tell anybody I gave yah a cookie. Yah ain't s'pose to have dessert before lunch," he whispered.
Daydream smiled as he kissed her head then went back to his baking. She loved being with Michaelangelo, as he always made her laugh and he was more fun than any of her other brothers. He was especially more fun than Raphael. For some strange reason, she was actually kind of afraid of her brother in red, but found it not so bad if one of her sisters were with her when he was around. Like when Lenore had needed him, and he stayed with both of them and she'd sat in his lap to watch Mr. Dress-up. It hadn't been so bad that day because Lenore had been right there with her. But, if it had've just been her and Raphael, it would've been a whole different story completely.
Soon enough Michaelangelo began to clean up the mess he'd made in the kitchen. While he was cleaning he accidentally knocked over the open bag of marshmallows, making them fall out of the bag and onto the table all around Daydream.
Daydream eyed the little white puffballs lying around her and picked one up. She giggled when it squished easily between her fingers, then went back to almost the exact same poofiness it had been before squished. She eyed it some more before opening her mouth and popping it in. she could taste it's sweet taste in her mouth, and instantly fell in love with whatever it was she had just stuck in her mouth. She reached down and grabbed another one off the table and once more popped it into her mouth.
Michaelangelo turned around only to find Daydream sitting on the table, eating the marshmallows that had fallen out of the bag.
"Hey! No eating the marshmallows Day!" He cried. "You'll get sick if yah eat too many, an' again I'll be in trouble for not watching yah better!"
He quickly ran over to the table and began to pick the marshmallows up and stick then back in the bag they'd fallen out of.
Daydream watched her brother, and stared down at the one she still had in her hot little hand. She didn't understand why he was taking all the 'yummy' away, and was determined to make him let her keep it.
Michaelangelo didn't notice his sister trying to say something. If he had've been watching her face, instead of her little hands which kept grabbing marshmallows, he would've seen that she was trying to spit out her first word.
"Ashallow," Daydream said softly at first.
Michaelangelo paused when he thought he heard his sister say something. He looked up at her. "Whatcha say Day?"
"Ashallow," Daydream repeated. "Ashallow. Ashallow! ASHALLOW!"
Michaelangelo stood there staring at her in shock. "M-Marshmallow?" He said.
"Ashallow!" Daydream exclaimed as she nodded.
"You said marshmallow!" Michaelangelo shouted, his eyes huge. "Oh my God! You did it Day! You said your first word!"
Daydream beamed at him, and did her little excited routine once more, as she was excited that he was excited. Though, mind you, she'd no idea as to just why he was excited. She realized he seemed to get more and more excited every time she said what she wanted.
"Ashallow!" She said again, just to test out her theory.
"Master Splinter!" Michaelangelo called, as he picked her and the marshmallows up and ran out into the den. "Daydream said her first word! She did! She said marshmallows!"
Master Splinter looked up from the book he had been reading, while sitting in his favourite chair in the den. He might have been reading, but he was also keeping a keen eye on his children that were still in sight.
"What has she done Michaelangelo?" He asked calmly, giving his extremely excited son a chance to calm down some.
"She said marshmallow!" Michaelangelo exclaimed. "Watch!"
Master Splinter watched as his son in orange set his little sister down on the floor, then pulled out a marshmallow.
"Day, what's this?" He asked, hoping she'd say it again.
Daydream looked at him for a couple moments, and scrunched up her face. "Ashallow!" She finally said. "Ashallow!"
"See?" Michaelangelo cried, turning to look at their father. "She can talk!"
"ASHALLOW!" Daydream screamed when her brother wouldn't give her the marshmallow he was holding.
"I do believe your sister deserves a reward," Master Splinter told him, indicating the marshmallow he still held in his hand.
"Oh, yeah," Michaelangelo giggled as he handed her the marshmallow. "There yah go Day."
Daydream grinned up at the two watching her as she stuffed the marshmallow into her mouth and savoured its delicious flavour.
"Now, I'd advise you not to give her anymore marshmallow for today," Master Splinter instructed. "We do not want for her getting sick on them."
"Hai, Sensei," Michaelangelo replied as he picked Daydream back up. "C'mon Day. You can help me finish cleaning up."
Master Splinter watched as Michaelangelo leaned his head in closer to Daydream's and heard him whispers, "An' if yah good, I'll give yah another cookie with marshmallows in it."
Daydream giggled and placed a sloppy kiss on her brother's cheek.
Master Splinter chuckled at the two as they disappeared back into the kitchen together. "Leave it to Michaelangelo to have his sister saying 'marshmallow'," he thought shaking his head before going back to his book. He was quite pleased that Daydream had learned to talk. Now, all he needed was for Lenore to learn how, and then all his children would be chatterboxes.
A.N.: Hope y'all liked this chapter too! Lol. Obviously, when writing about Daydream, marshmallows SHALL be involved! And Day, yah owe me 'cause I kept misspelling 'marshmallow'. I kept spelling it 'marshammallow'. (Marsha! Marsha! Marsha!) Lol. Well, adios y'all! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTRSPA & KTCAPA & KTACPA & KTJTTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTBKPA & KTKILPA!!!!! P.S. "Dawnatella", if yah'd like, I can see about working you into this fic somehow. I've already an idea, if you'd like to be in the story and have your own chapter with Donnie.