A Toddler Turtles Christmas
But sewers don't have chimneys.
Disclaimer: No I didn't make up the idea of Ninja Turtles or the toddler version. That was Eastman and Laird – two very clever men. I am purely borrowing their characters for the enjoyment Toddler Turtles provides to those who love the concept.
Also I know in the last chapter the spelling of names is incorrect – they're only little kids – and they do have long names to spell. And I think I may have even seen an episode of the old cartoon where Mikey says his name ends the same as Don's. I know I got the idea somewhere.
Besides – even Eastman and Laird spelt Michelangelo's name incorrectly for almost 20 years before they changed it back to the correct spelling. We all know who we're talking about either way we spell it – it's still the same Mikey.
"Jingle bells, Jingle bells, jingle all the way!" Mikey sang as he coloured in his Transformer colouring book with his brothers.
"Mikey, sing another song – I am sick of Jingle Bells!" Leonardo cried, putting his hands to his ears. Mikey has only been singing the one line over and over again all morning.
"I know another song!" Raphael said to his brother as he got a red crayon.
"What song?" Mikey asked, he wanted to sing and could tell Leo would beat him up soon if he didn't change songs.
"While shepherds washed their socks by night while seated on a rock, the angel of the Lord came down and showed them how to rock!" Raphael sang.
"Raphie I don't think they had socks back in the old days," Donnie said.
"And it was an angel! No one's ever heard of an angle!" Leonardo told his little brother in a matter-of-fact way.
"An angle is the space between two lines that meet," Donetello informed his older brother.
"You telling me I am wrong? There's no such word Donnie!" Leonardo throws down his crayon and put his hands on his hips to face Donetello.
"There is, it's in the dic..dic..tiony book!" Donnie was absolutely sure the word existed. Splinter had even demonstrated on a triangle drawing what an angle was.
"I've never heard of it. Have you guys heard of it?" Leo asked the youngest two. Before they could answer "See they agree with me. Three against one! Ha, ha – your wrong and I'm right again! Remember I'm the oldest and so I know more than you do! Your just a dumb little brother." Leonardo went back to colouring in.
He didn't notice the tears in young Donnie's eyes. Poor Donnie, he knew it was right.
"I believe you Donnie," Mikey said, trying to make his big brother happy again. Leo could be such a mean big brother at times.
"You're a fool Mikey!" Leonardo stated, not even looking up.
"No you are, Leo!" Raphael tipped the crayons over Leo's head and got up to run away. He knew Leo would get him for that.
"Why you little…." Leo got up and knocked both Mike and Don out the way and raced after Raphie. Raphie knew he was faster than Leo and was enjoying the look on Leo's face when he just missed catching him.
Leo stoped and picked up a block to pelt at his brother. There was one thing Leo was good at – that was hitting the right target. Raphael saw the object and ran to where he knew he'd be safe. Even if it did hit him, he knew that Leo would be the one suffering more than he would.
Leo pelted the wooden object at Raphie, who was right outside Splinter's room, but as it came closer and Raphael ducked, a claw came out and caught hold of the toy.
"Leonardo!" Came the voice that made all for turtles obey, "Tell me what the meaning of this is?"
Raphael poked his tongue out at Leo, his plan worked. Splinter noticed and gave Raph a quick smack.
"He chucked all the crayons at me!" Leo wined.
Splinter looked at the culprit.
"He made Donnie cry and told Mikey he was fool!" Raphael defended himself.
Splinter looked to see that two of his sons had been crying.
"Is this true Donetello?" Splinter knew that of all his sons – Donnie was the most honest.
Donnie just nodded his head and began to cry again.
Splinter walked over to comfort his crying son.
"My son, what did your brother say?"
"He said that I was a dumb little brother because I told him what an angle was. He doesn't think there's such a word. But I remember you telling me…." Donnie cried into the long hairy shoulder of his father.
"I said I believed Donnie and Leo said I was a fool," Mikey told his father.
Splinter looked at Leonardo, he was not impressed.
"Leonardo – go to your room, until I am ready to speak to you. I am ashamed of your behaviour!"
Leon ran crying to his room.
Much later that day, three young turtles were looking at some Christmas books Splinter had gotten for them.
Donnie being the eldest and also the better reader of the three read to his brothers the interesting parts.
"It says Santa Claus comes down a chimney and puts presents in a stocking," Donnie told his brothers.
"But we don't have a chimney do we?" Raphael asked.
"What's a chimpy?" Mikey was having trouble pronouncing the word.
"Chimney, say it with me chimney," Donnie tried to help his brother with the new word.
"A chimney is something people have that they have a fire in their house and the smoke travels up into the sky through the chimney."
"You know like in Mary Poppins, when them dirty people are dancing and they pop in and out of those holes," Raphie told his brother. To Raphael that was all he knew about chimneys.
"Where's ours?" Mikey asked, looking around.
"Mikey we don't have one. We live in a sewer. Sewers don't have chimneys!" Donnie said.
"Then how's Santa goner come down?" Raph asked concerned.
"It is alright my sons, I am sure Santa Claus can find you. I wrote him a note with your letters giving him the directions." Splinter walked in and sat next to his sons.
"But he's a human? What if he tells people and they come and put us in a zoo?" Donnie asked. Splinter had told them about being careful of humans.
"Santa Claus is different. He won't harm anyone," Splinter tried to reassure his sons.
"Yeah he's going to give us presents! People don't give you presents and then hurt you," Mikey's eyes lite up at the thought of the exciting day coming.
"What about the stockings? We don't have any," Raphael said.
"Well, how about I help you make one each?" Splinter said.
"YEAH!" His sons loved it when they could make things with their father.
Splinter took the three boys into his room and cut them each enough thick fabric and gave them each a needle and thread. He sat between Mikey and Raphael and assisted them, while Donnie was used to working with various tools, a needle and thread was no different.
When they were finished with their initial on their own stocking in their favourite colour, they went to hang them on the end of their beds.
"Um.. what about Leo?" Donnie said, as they got to their room. Leo was in his room, because he was still in time out.
"Leonardo still has tomorrow to make a stocking. I'll make sure he gets one, don't you worry," Splinter said, as they all entered the room. Leo looked at the four family members as they entered. He saw his little brothers hanging a stocking each at the beds.
"Tomorrow you will make your stocking Leonardo," Splinter assured his son.