A Toddler Turtles Special:
Christmas Beneath New York City
Disclaimer: No I don't own the turtles – I didn't invent them – shame hey – I'd be rich now! Oh well. Anyways – firstly for those who've read my other toddler turtle fics – Good News – I now own my very own Toddler Turtles figures – they're available in Australia now. They're currently fighting over which DVD they want to watch and Mike's trying to strangle Raph with his baby nun chucks.... Hee hee.
Anyways here's a special Christmas tale of our Fab four as kids.... Enjoy...
Part 1: Christmas is coming......
"Mine!"
"No Mine!"
"Mine!"
Bonk!
"Splinta", cried the littlest son to his father.
"Raphael please do not hit your brother on the head with your toys or I will have to take them away from you," A giant rat replied from his chair, where he had a young Donetello on his lap reading aloud to him.
"But it's mine!" Raphael back answered, when Mikey grabbed hold of another toy nearby.
"Mikey go play with your own toys," Came the oldest child, who was playing with his chess set nearby.
"But I wanter transformer too!" Mikey cried, "Not far Raph got the fun toys."
"They're Mine – so get lost!" Raphael grabbed his transformers and walked over to the other side of the room away from his little brother.
"They're not all yours – one's mine too," Came Donnie on Splinter's lap.
"Yeah, See Donnie let me play with his toys," Mikey said, "He let me play with his remote control car before."
"Which you then broke," Leonardo mumbled, he too had enjoyed Don's little remote control car.
"Raphael please share at least one toy with Michelangelo," Came the eldest family member.
"But he's got his own toys," Raph protested.
"Raphael," Came a calm but warning voice.
"You mean to me!" Raphael throw the toys at his brother and stomped out of the room.
Mikey quickly grabbed them and began to play with them. Don went back to reading aloud to Splinter and Leo continued to play chess on his own.
Ten minutes past, and Michelangelo left the transformers on the ground and wondered over to his eldest brother. He watched as Leonardo moved a black pawn.
Leo stoped to concentrate on the board, ignoring Mikey. He was used to his little brothers trying to annoy him and he was just starting to learn to shut out some of their annoying habits with a technic Splinter had shared with him and him alone.
"Move that one", Mikey said, pointing to the horse.
"No, I can't move that one yet," Leo said.
"But I wanter see the horse move," Mikey said, itching to move it.
"That's a knight and you can't move him until you move all the ones in front of him," Leo stated matter of factually.
"You mean," Mikey stated, when Leo swatted his hand away from the knight.
"Splinter he's annoying me, as usual."
"Michelangelo leave your brother alone, he is currently working hard in mastering chess." Splinter calmly stated, as he continued to listen to Don.
"I am Mr Bilbo Baggins. I have lost the dwarves and have lost the wizard...." Donnie read from the book in his hands.
"But me bored!"
"Your always bored," Leonardo snapped.
"Mikey find something to do. I know you can find something to entertain yourself with."
Splinter said.
Mikey wondered around the lair, he peeked in all the rooms, had a pillow thrown at him when he dared to open Raph's room and ask him what he was doing and then ten minutes later he decided to try his new ninja skill that Splinter was trying to teach the four young turtles. He tip toes as quietly as possible out to the lounge, without his father and brothers knowing. They were too busy with their own thing, until......
"Dance your cares away, worries for another day. Let the fraggles play, down at fraggle rock ..." Mikey sang along to the TV.
"Michelangelo!" Came three very annoyed voices in the room.
"What?"
"It's pardon, Michelangelo not what. Why have you put the TV on?"
"Because you told me to find a way to entertain myself." Mikey smiled back, pleased that Splinter could see that he had obeyed him.
"Michelangelo you know the rules – when I am listening to reading with one of your boys, the TV must be turned off. There is no TV until Donetello has finished this chapter."
"Oh but Splinter – look it's The Fraggles!" Mikey wined.
"Turn it off thank you." Splinter calmly ordered.
"Oh alright," Mikey put on a puppy dog face.
"Tomorrow you can watch the Fraggles." Splinter stated, as he got up and turned the TV off.
"Here, Mikey you can play the chess game now," Leo announced, as he had finished his game and got up and went off to his room. Mike run to the game and offcourse had no idea how to play it, so he made them fight one another- as if they were toy soldiers or something.
That night at dinner Splinter had just gotten all four of his young sons to sit down for dinner when he spoke.
"I have some news for you my sons...." He began.
"What is it" Raphael asked as he shovelled food into his mouth, then stoped when Splinter gave him a look for his table manners.
"A very important event is coming up. One which you will all enjoy because it involves a party and lots of presents."
"Oh presents! I love presents!" Donnie cried, he was excited already.
"Who's birthday is it?" Mikey asked, "Is it mine?"
"Mikey you only just had your birthday three months ago – I'm the next one to have a birthday and that's not til next year," Leonardo said. shacking his head at the fact his younger brother forgot that he'd already turned 7.
"Maybe it's not a birthday – is it something else?" Don asked.
"Well, yes and no. It is not anyone in this room's birthday."
"Is it the little cockroach's birthday?" Mikey asked, he'd seen many of them in the sewers – lucky for them – the cockroaches didn't seem to like giant turtles and a rat – so they rarely came into the lair.
"Yeah like we're goner have a birthday for them stupid!" Raphael laughed, so did the older two.
"No Mikey, it's a special event called Christmas. People decorate a big tree and put presents under it."
"What for?" Raphael asked, he thought it weird to give a tree presents.
"Because the gifts symbolize the gift of the Baby Jesus, who's birthday we will celebrate at Christmas time."
"Jesus? Who's he?" Leonardo asked.
"We getting a new pet?" Mikey asked.
"He's the son of God and he was born on Christmas day and he did many great things. That is why we celebrate his birthday."
"So he's a human?"
"Yes Donetello, he was human."
"Did he get turned into something else?" Leonardo asked, "You said was human."
"Yes, well Jesus died on a cross and he no longer lives as a person, but he's still alive in Heaven. Do you remember when I explained that to you, my sons?"
"Yeah, when Mikey's goldfish died, thanks to Raph", Donnie gave Raph a deep stair.
"I didn't know the stupid fish was there! Splinter even said putting the fish in the toilet was a dumb idea." Raphael defended himself, while throwing some of his food at Donnie.
"RAPHEAL!"
"Yeah yeah, I'll clean it up."
"How can you celebrate a birthday when the person is dead?" Leonardo asked.
"Who cares," mumbled Raphael.
"I think you should my son, for only good boys get presents at Christmas from Father Christmas."
"Great – some other dead guy who's birthday we gotta have too?" Raph mumbled, as he cleaned up his mess. Leonardo and Don giggled, while Mikey looked confused.
"Who's Father Christmas?" Mikey asked.
"He's your father," Donnie pretended he was dearth Vader from star wars. Raph and Leo cracked up laughing.
"Yeah and he's coming to take you away." Leo joked to his baby brother.
"Finally – I get my room to myself," Raphael muted to the others.
"Splinta – they're mean to me!" He wined.
"Boys please listen and do not interrupt what I have to say – this is important," Splinter warned the others.
"Sorry Splinter," came three voices.
"Father Christmas, also known as Santa Claus is a guy who brings presents to all the good boys at Christmas time. But you can only get presents if you're a good boy," Splinter emphasised the last part, eying each individual.
"What if your bad?" Mikey asked, he started to get worried.
"You don't get presents stupid," Raph told his brother.
"Does being bad mean when your not nice to your brother? Because you won't get any presents Raphie!" Mikey replied.
Splinter coughed, Leo pulled his younger brothers in line.
"So when does this all happen Splinter?" Leonardo asked.
"Well in a month. But before you we have the party, we must organise things. Like each of you will have to write a letter to Santa Claus to ask him what you would like for Christmas".
"You mean we can ask for whatever we want and we'll get it?!" Donnie's eyes lit up.
"Within reason my son. Please understand that you probably won't get everything on your list, Santa has lots of people to give his presents for."
"Hey can we ask for something big to share?" Mikey asked, "If Santa can't give us it individually?"
"Like I'm goner share any of my presents with you," Raph said," You'll just break it."
"So you guys don't want a Nintendo like they show on TV?" Mikey asked.
"Hey yeah, Mikey's right. If we all wanted that then maybe we could say in the letter to Santa that we just need one and that we'd share with our brothers. Do you think Santa would like that Splinter? It might be easier for him."
"I think that is a wonderful idea. Very good thinking. Though there is another thing to do with presents that I want to tell you about. I want you to think about it hard, for Christmas is about giving and giving a present is just as rewarding as giving one."
"Oh like we make Santa a present too?" Raphael asked, "We could make him a pizza!"
Splinter chuckled, "I don't think Santa eats pizza. You can make him some cookies or something to put out for him on Christmas Eve. No I am talking about all four of you giving to your brother. Each of you will be allocated a brother to whom you will make a present for in time for Christmas."
"I bags Don – he'd make the best present!" Raphie stated.
"No you don't! Me and Donnie and you and Mike – just how our bunks are set up," Leonardo informed his brother.
"Raphael, Leonardo. There is a much fairer way to do this. I will write each of your names in a hat and tomorrow morning during your schooling time you will pull a name out. Whoever you pull out will be the person you get a present for."
"That's fair enough," Leonardo replied, Splinter always had the best ideas.
"But Splinter – what about you? I think you need a present too," Donnie said.
"I will be fine my son," Splinter said.
"Santa will give him a present, but we can give him something too." Raphael said.
"We can all make Splinter something, then he gets four presents instead of one," Leonardo informed his brothers.
"Really my sons, I want Christmas to be fun for you. I am too old for presents."
"Na your not." Mikey said, "I know just the right thing to give you too!"
"Splinter we can't have fun if you don't get presents too." Raphael said.
"Yeah your our father and we want to give you presents. You always do things for us." Donnie said
"They are right Splinter, we don't want to be rude and go against your wishes, but this time we feel it is for the best. We all want to give you a present." Leonardo told his father.
"If you insist, then I am alright with you going against my wishes. I think this will be a very exciting event for all of us. When you go to bed tonight, think about what presents you would like and I would like you to write them out and then give them to me and I will go and post them for you."
"Oh, can't we post them?" Raph wined.
"I am sorry my son, Christmas is a time when I would prefer the four of you to stay down here. People will be everywhere, but also what worries me the most is the snow. You will all get ill if I take you out into the snow. Please understand that I am only wanting what's best for you."
"Yeah we know," came the four little voices.
Stay tuned.....
Next chapter – the turtles' letters to Santa and who gets lumped with whom in Secret Santa.
Also still to come – What do the guys give Splinter and what do they give each other.