A.N. Oh my God, I'm back again! .... Dances .... Writers, turtles, everybody sing. Gonna bring the stories, I almost forgot about. You see! I got some more chapters for yah, you better review now! Yeah, yeah, yeah.... Stops singing 2 tune of Backstreet's Back .... lol. Yes, I'm back after a LONG disappearing act! I sure missed y'all lots hugs everybody Well, hope this chapter's as good as all the others – not in mood 2 write that much now – been stuck home far 2 long – lol. Enjoy!

Translations:

Atta = that one.

Aphie = Raphie.

Pway – play.

Scwuffy = Scruffy.

Pwease = please.

Dwess-up = dress-up.

Sansay = Sensei.

Dancefae = Danceingfae.

Nigh-nigh = night-night/bed.

Comma here = come (a) here.

Is a Scwuffy = It's Scruffy.

Raphael was sitting on the couch in the den, watching television, when he was suddenly tackled by a miniature version of himself. He was surprised to see that it wasn't one the usual mini-me crew that was tackling him this time around.

"Dance, whatcha want?" Raphael asked, trying to sound annoyed.

"Aphie pway dwess-up!" Danceingfae declared. She smiled up at him. She was talking more and more now, rather than less and less. Quiet as the boys had known it was soon coming to an end, as their sisters were learning how to talk – and they were picking up on it pretty fast.

"Raphie doesn't wanna play dress-up," Raphael told her, shoving her off him. "Raphie wants to watch cartoons before his lessons."

"No!" Danceingfae argued, climbing into his lap once more. "Aphie pway dwess-up with Dancefae!"

"Danceingfae, I said no," Raphael retorted. "Dress-up is for babies, and Mikey. Go ask Mikey to play dress-up with you."

"No!" Danceingfae said defiantly, shaking her head. "Dancefae want Aphie!"

Raphael groaned. He could tell it would take him forever to be rid of his little sister – meaning, it couldn't be done before the commercial ended and his show came back on.

"Can't you just sit here and watch cartoons with me instead?" Raphael tried. "I'm trying to watch my favourite show, and I'm going to miss it if you don't stop bugging me."

Danceingfae shook her head again. She didn't want to watch cartoons; she wanted to play dress-up with her brother in red. "Aphie pway!" She cried, hitting him with her small fists, about to throw a tantrum.

Raphael took hold of her small hands, in his own hands that weren't too much bigger. "Dance, you do NOT hit me 'cause I don't wanna play. Sensei will get mad at you."

"No mad at Dancefae!" Danceingfae declared. "Sansay Not mad at Dancefae!"

"No. Sensei's not mad at yah – yet," Raphael agreed. "He's not mad at me, or anybody else – I don't think he is."

"Pway Aphie! Aphie pway!" Danceingfae whined, jumping on his lap. "Pwease?"

Raphael sighed heavily, as he lifted her up and turned off his cartoon. "Fine. But only because it comes on before bed, and it's my night to pick the cartoon we watch."

"Yay!" Danceingfae cheered excitedly. She clapped her hands, then threw them about his neck. "Aphie pway!"

"Yeah. Raphie's gonna play...." Raphael said softly.

He made sure no one was watching him, then carried her into the storage room, which would some day be Donatello's lab. He set her down, and took hold of her hand, as he rummaged about for some dress-up clothes that Master Splinter had brought home for the girls a long time ago. He didn't find little girl clothes right away, but he did find a dark brown fedora, which he immediately placed upon his head.

Danceingfae gasped excitedly. "Aphie have hat!

Raphael nodded. "Yep. Raphie's gotta hat. Now, let's find Dance a hat...."

Danceingfae helped her brother search for another hat, and squealed delightedly when they found one, and it was placed upon her small head. "Dancefae have Aphie hat!"

Raphael smiled down at her. "Yeah. You gotta hat too."

He shook his head at her, still smiling, as he finally found the dress-up clothes. "Come here Dance. Show me which outfit yah want."

Danceingfae pointed to an oversized faded orange and red dress, which was secretly her favourite. "Atta one!"

"Alrighty," Raphael said. He picked it up and helped her get the dress on – careful not to get her stuck inside of it. "Now, what should Raphie wear?"

"Atta one!" Danceingfae told him, pointing to an oversized brown trench coat.

"Alright. I can be a detective, an' you the gal who needs help findin' her missin' toy...." Raphael stated.

"Find a toy?" Danceingfae repeated, looking up at him puzzled. "Have a toy Aphie...."

"Yes, you have toys. But where's Scruffy, huh?"

"Scwuffy!" Danceingfae called, looking about. "Scwuffy!"

Raphael laughed, and took hold of her hand again, as he began to lead her about the room, looking for her lost bunny. "Scruffy? Here Scruffy!"

"Scwuffy!" Danceingfae shouted again. "Scwuffy!"

It was while they were on a "Scwuffy" hunt, that Master Splinter poked his head into the room, to see what al lthe commotion was about. He smiled when he saw Raphael holding Danceingfae's hand, leading her about the room, calling for Scruffy.

"Lose something?" Master Splinter asked softly.

"Scwuffy!" Danceingfae exclaimed. "Scwuffy gone Sansay!"

Master Splinter merely nodded his head. "I see. I am sure that your brother shall help you find Scruffy, my child."

"Yep," Raphael piped up. "We'll find him Dance. Bet he's hiding in your room under a bed."

"No nigh-nigh!" Danceingfae shrieked.

Raphael rolled his eyes. "No. Not night-night, Silly. Scruffy's hiding under night-night."

"Scwuffy go nigh-nigh?"

"Yeah..." Raphael nodded, then led her past Master Splinter, and into the two- year-olds' Nursery.

Master Splinter watched them go, then returned to what he had originally been doing – trying to find Michaelangelo to get him to clean up his mess in the kitchen.

"Here Scruffy....Here boy!" Raphael called, after closing the door to the room. He did NOT need for his brother's to see him playing dress-up with her, as he'd be teased endlessly for it.

"Scwuffy! Scwuffy comma here!"

"Look!" Raphael said suddenly, pointing to one of the cribs. "Look under the night-night!"

Danceingfae bent over sideways, to look under the "night-night", then gasped. "Scwuffy!" She cried. "Is a Scwuffy!"

"Go get him Dance! Only you can save him!" Raphael said dramatically. "Save poor lil' Scruffy!"

Danceingfae quickly got down on her hands and knees and crawled under the crib, to retrieve her lost bunny. She re-emerged on the other side, a hue smile across her face. "Aphie! Is a Scwuffy!"

"Yep! You saved him!" Raphael grinned. "You saved Scruffy!"

Danceingfae squealed delightedly, as her brother swung her up onto his broad seven-year-old shoulders, and started to sing as he bounced her around the room.

"For she's a jolly good fella! For she's a jolly good fella! For she's a jolly good fella! Which nobody can deny! Which nobody can deny! For she's a jolly good fella! For she's a jolly good fella! Which nobody can deny! She found her lost Scruffy! She found her lost Scruffy! Oh, she's a jolly good fella! Which nobody can deny!"

Master Splinter, who had come to check on this, while in mid-Michaelangelo search, smiled and shook his head, as he watched his son in red bounce his little sister about the room. He knew Raphael liked playing with his sisters – but didn't like al lthe grief he got from his brothers for doing so. He closed the door once more, leaving them be, and headed off still in search of his youngest son – the one in orange.

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