Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT, or anything else you recognize, I don't get paid, and I'll put them back when I'm through. Please don't sue.

A/N: Ok, it's short and silly. Don't read ANYTHING into it because this is just a bizarre little idea that launched itself into my head totally unbidden and just begged to be written down. Oh, and a HUGE thank you to all who gave advice about how to get the closed captioning off. THANKS!! THEY'RE GONE!! YAY! happy dance

"Hey, uh...huh?" Donatello was surprised by the sight that greeted him as he entered his brother's room. Said brother hadn't heard him knock, enter, or even his abandoned attempt at conversation due to a pair of headphones and a CD player that was attached to his belt.

Not believing his eyes Don stood in the doorway for a moment, just watching. His brother was dancing, sort of. The movements were lacking anything that would imply 'practicing', so the only other option was dancing. If any of the others saw this... Don thought. He let that thought end there, right there, before any other thoughts could follow it. Instead he watched his brother for a little while longer. It was good for a laugh; a quiet one though, because he knew too much noise could make this little scene turn ugly.

He has to turn around eventually, Don thought. But his brother just kept dancing with his back to the door. Finally Donatello had had enough; he did need to ask a question after all. He strode confidently over to his dancing brother and pulled off the headphones.

His brother whipped around and looked at Don and the headphones with a strange mixture of shock, anger, and something else on his face. Was that embarrassment? He had been dancing, what was the harm in that?

Donatello was just about to ask his question when he recognized the faint strains of music drifting up from the headphones he still had in his hands. He looked down at them in shock, just as his brother snatched them away.

"You're listening to 'Starlight Express'?" Don asked with his eyes wide.

No answer.

"You're listening to Andrew Lloyd Webber's 'STARLIGHT EXPRESS'?"

"You're repeating yourself," was the quiet response. The tone was begging Don to be quiet.

"You're DANCING to 'Starlight Express'?" He was absolutely in shock. There wasn't anything wrong with listening, or even dancing for that matter, to 'Starlight Express' it was just shocking, and was almost more than he could take.

"Would you keep your voice down?" His brother begged clamping a hand over Don's mouth. The hand remained until Donatello stopped trying to talk and finally nodded. After being released Donatello sat down and regarded his brother carefully. This was a new twist in the guy he thought he knew.

"Well...?" His brother asked.

"I just can't believe that you were dancing to 'Starlight Express'." Don stated quietly.

"Why not? I happen to LIKE 'Starlight Express'. It has good music, and a good story."

"I just never would have imagined that you, Raphael, would be dancing to 'Starlight Express'. I'd expect it from Mikey, but you. There's nothing wrong with it, I'm just surprised."

"You're going to keep your yap shut right?" Raph's voice was only a little dangerous. Don wasn't the type to blab this to the others.

"Yeah, I'll keep my 'yap' shut."

"Good, in that case..." Raphael seemed to realize something. "Why are you here anyway?" His tone implied 'why didn't you knock?'

"Oh, I did knock, you just didn't answer. I had a question for you." Don replied unsurely. He asked his question quickly and hurried out of Raph's room before anything else happened. At a brisk pace he walked to his own room and called April from his shell cell.

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-A few days later-

"Hey guys!" Donatello called cheerfully from the main room. He waited for a few minutes as his family came from the various other areas of the lair. "I've got tickets!"

"Tickets to what?" Mikey questioned.

Raphael was hanging toward the back of the group and from the look on his face Don could tell that he knew EXACTLY what the tickets were to and he was not amused. Donatello just smiled.

"A musical, it's not Broadway anymore, but it still shows up in town every now and then. Two months from today we are going to see Andrew Lloyd Webber's 'Starlight Express'!"

Michelangelo, Leonardo and Splinter looked at the turtle in purple as though he had lost his mind. Don could almost see steam coming from Raphael's ears, and he knew he would have to talk quickly.

"It'll be a group activity that doesn't involve fighting, all together as a family, just us, April and Casey. And, come on, they sing and dance on roller-skates!" He could see his three nearest family members almost accepting the idea, and Raphael's expression was cooling down a little as he realized that Don hadn't betrayed his confidence.

"How do we get in?" Leonardo asked.

"It's a theater; we get in the same way we get into movies."

"So, where are these tickets my son?" Splinter inquired, noticing that Donatello didn't seem to have any tickets with him.

"They are on April's refrigerator for safe keeping," was Don's matter-of-fact response. Don could tell that his family still had doubts about going to see the musical.

"Come on guys, it'll be fun." He waited hopefully for their response.

Finally Mikey shrugged, "Sounds good to me." That triggered Leo and Master Splinter's acceptance, and Raph stood in the back looking shocked.

As Leo, Mikey and Splinter turned to go back to what they had been doing before Don had called them Raphael quickly schooled his face into a more neutral expression.

"They would have laughed me right out of the lair if I had tried that." Raphael declared.

"Yeah, probably," Don agreed, releasing a breath he didn't know he had been holding. "I thought you were going to kill me for a minute there."

"I was going to for a minute there." Raph admitted. "I can't believe you did this."

"Why not?" After a moment he spoke again. "Come here." Raphael followed Donatello to his room. Don took out a CD case, opened to the third page, and pulled out the top disk. He handed it to Raphael.

"'The New Starlight Express'?" Raphael read aloud, his shock evident in his voice.

"Yup, how did you think I knew what you were listening to?"

The expression on Raph's face told Don that he hadn't really thought about it. Don smiled, put a hand on his brother's shoulder then walked out of the room, leaving Raphael still holding the disk in shock.

Disclaimer part 2: I don't own Starlight Express, or Broadway, or any Broadway shows.

If I put that above it would have spoiled part of the story, so here it is. Hope you liked it.