Toddler Turtle Tales
Number 3
Donetello discovers his passion
Disclaimer: I don't own the turtles – as stated in the previous two chapters.
Also the song Leo sings is called The Chicken Song and sorry, don't know who sings it - if you know – please tell me. Please Read and Reply.
The skies of New York were dark and mysteriously gloomy, people walked the streets in trench coats and umbrellas, hoping the looming storm would hold off until they found shelter.
Underneath the streets, deep down in the lowest end of the sewer which had no longer been apart of the system there lived a rat. He had been living in this part of the sewer for almost 7 years now and he had made him self quiet at home in this section of the sewer system. Though this was not any old common sewer rat, for this rat was the size of a small man and could walk and talk like a human. This rat was known as Splinter or Sensei to his family and he was a master of ninja.
Splinter's family consisted of four young sons; they would have to have been around 7 years old at the time this story takes place. You see what was unique about Splinter's boys was that they were not your average human boys and they were not rats like their father. No these youngsters were green, had leathery skin and carried a shell on their back. These four young boys were turtles. Leonardo was the oldest, with Donetello being the most inquisitive and intelligent; Raphael was a tempermental child and would often get in a huff when things did not go his way. The youngest of the four was named Michelangelo, he was clearly the baby of the group being the only one at 7 who still sucked his thumb and occasionally wet the bed when he had a bad dream.
How a giant rat and four giant turtles became a family is a story for another time. You may already know of their story, so let us move on with this one.
Our story for today centers on the young turtle named Donetello or Donnie to his brothers. Now Donetello was an intelligent child, even at the age of 4 he could read and write and now at the age of 7 we was about the work out fractions that most children of 12 had difficulty with. Donetello if he had been a normal child would have been labeled as "Gifted". Though despite the fact the boys did not attend a school, they were home schooled by Splinter, Donetello had gained intelligence beyond his years. Though when playing with his brothers, he was just your usual seven year old – running, chasing, and always on the go.
On this particular morning Donnie was playing hide and seek with his brothers. Michelangelo was up and Raphael and Leonardo were running off to hide in the most unusual places that you would only go to when you wanted to never be found. Donnie ran off to an area of the lair which was used at the storage area. The turtles' old broken baby toys lay on the floor, an old bear with it's left arm missing was also trodden on by Don, as he climbed in to hide. Michelangelo will never find me here he thought.
Meanwhile, above the many layers of underground, the storm had hit New York City and was causing havoc. Since the Turtles lived underground, they were oblivious to the storm for quiet some time. Also they were just having such exciting childish fun; they were too busy to notice.
Donnie turned around to explore the room, while he gave his brother's enough time to try and find him, knowing they probably wouldn't and he would have to go out and claim he was the winner of the game.
Donnie discovered an old broken radio, which one of the boys had broken about a year ago. Don decided to fiddle with it and pulled it apart. It was like working out a jig-saw puzzle to him. Before too long, he had found the cord which was causing the machine to no longer work. He replaced it and instantly the radio came on. A man's voice could be heard and he was talking about a storm attacking the city. That the man was warning people to gather such things as candles and torches together, because there was a likelihood of the storm destroying electrical supplies within the city. Donnie knew this was important information and ran out of the store room carrying the radio. He had to tell Splinter about the storm and that the power may go. He ran through the lair searching for Splinter, he ran past his brothers who had been found by Michelangelo behind a pillar and into Splinter's bedroom. Splinter was on his bed reading a novel.
"Splinter! Splinter! You got to get torches and candles out! There's a big storm up on top of the sewers." Donnie said too quickly for his father to understand what he was saying.
"Please come again, my son? What troubles you?"
Donnie began to explain to Splinter how he had fixed the radio and had heard about the storm, when everything when black. There was a scream from the lounge room and movement in the room, as Splinter got off his bed and gathered the torches for the draw. He shone one on and moved swiftly towards the scream.
"Michelangelo it is alright my child. We have just lost power because of a storm. You are perfectly safe." Splinter said, as he walked over to his three sons, Michelangelo was clinging to Leonardo, turning white with fear. He was crying.
"Come here Mickey," Splinter motioned to his son as he got closer. Mickey ran towards Splinter, who picked him up and carried him over to the couch, where the other two were. Donnie followed out with the radio.
"See I told you there was a storm," Donnie said, as he too joined the family on the couch.
"How do you know?" Raphael asked, just as a loud crash of thunder shook the earth. All four boys screamed, Michelangelo was now crying and clinging to Splinter for dear life.
"It is alright my sons; remember what I told you about rain and thunder. That it is a natural part of nature and it can not harm you. Thunder may sound scary, but it is just a loud noise," Splinter told his children.
"Yeah I read in my encyclopedias that thunder is when lightning hits the earth." Donnie shared his knowledge with everyone.
"Yes indeed it is my dear Donetello. You are very bright my son. I applaud your wonderful knowledge bank. I also applaud your skills in fixing up that old radio, how about you tell us how you did it."
Don smiled warmly at everyone and began to tell how he had fixed the radio, everyone listened, but they didn't full understand what he was on about. At the end Splinter just smiled warmly and said "You are a bright spark. Perhaps this is your gift, your ability to mend things that no one else can. Would you like me next time I go scavenging I can bring you back some old appliances for you to work with?"
"Oh yes Splinter, I would love that! Thank you!" A huge crash of thunder rumbled and the lights went on and then off again in seconds.
"Has anyone else got a story to entertain us, while we wait for this storm to pass?" Splinter asked.
Raphael jumped up, "I do!"
"Wonderful, we are listening."
"I want the torch for it."
"What is the magic word when you want something from people?"
"Please."
"Here you go Raphael."
"This is not really a story; it's more like a funny funny joke!" Raphael giggled to himself as he thought about it.
"Okay Mickey, your goner loves this, so you got to watch."
Raph got the torch and shone it in his face as he pulled silly faces at everyone. Mike burst into fits of laughter, not even noticing the thunder. Everyone else laughed and clapped at the performance.
"That was a highly amusing performance Raphael," Splinter patted Raphael's shell as he sat back down.
"Now it's your turn Leo!" Mickey cried.
"I can't do anything funny like Raphie. Um.. Maybe I could sing a song?"
"Yeah, sing us a song Leo!" His brothers cried.
"Okay, here goes.....
Stick a chicken in the air,
And a desk chair up your nose,
Fly a jumbo jet
And then burry all your clothes
Paint your left knee green......"
Leo stopped singing "Our knees are green! Except Master Splinter!"
"Maybe we can paint them green for you?" Mickey suggested.
Everyone laughed, especially Splinter.
"No, please don't paint me green!"
"What's wrong with green? We're green?" Donnie said.
"I like green; my four favorite people are green. But I like the way I am, thank you for the offer though."
"Green's my favorite colour, along with red," said Raphael.
"I love orange, orange is da best."
"No purple!" Donnie said
"Blue!"
"They are all good colours...." Splinter started, just as the lights returned.
"It seems that our storm has passed."
"Goody, we can watch TV," Mickey beamed, as Raph ran to turn it on.
"Hey it won't turn on!" Raphael kept playing with the nob and nothing happened.
Splinter stroked his hairy chin, "Donetello, how do you think fixing a television sound to you?"
"Can I?"
"Well, if you can fix it, we won't have to go get another one."
"Awesome, thank you Sensei!" Donetello jumped onto Splinter and hugged him, then ran to pick the television apart.