Calling on the Radio

Disclaimer: I do not own the Turtles; they are being borrowed for enjoyment – not profit. Also song Raph sang is "Ring, Ring, Ring" a song from 1991. I am sorry I do not know who sang it, so my apologies to the performers.

"Mikey! Come on out?" Leo was trying to persuade the youngest turtle out of the bathroom. Mikey was not going to budge; he knew he was done for. Raph had out done him, but he did not know how. The song was catchy, but also Raph was not known for writing songs or rapping.

"He won't come out," Leo said, as Donnie came over.

"He'll have to, nature's calling me," Donnie replied, as Raphael marched over.

"Mickey, admit I beat you and come out here and face it like a turtle," Raphael banged on the door.

"That won't get him out, you know," Donnie said.

"Mikey you need to come out, people need to use the bathroom," Leo said.

"They can go outside in the sewer, that's where it all ends up!" Mikey replied.

"Mikey, that's disgusting! I am not going out in the sewers. Now come out so I can pee," Donnie called.

"Only if Raph promises not to tease me. He won the competition, so it's pointless me having a turn," Mikey said, on the other side of the door.

"Mikey this was your idea, so you have to do your performance. We all did!" Raph said.

"Raph, shut up, we're trying to get him out. You're not helping," Leo said.

"Oh you're just chewy because I've beat you at something, yet again," Raph said.

"What do you mean yet again?'

"Well, think about it, every time I do something better than you, you get uptight over it."

"Guys, I really need to go. Mikey come out now or I'll break this door down!" Donatello cried.

"Why is Michealangelo hiding in the bathroom?" Master Splinter walked over to his sons.

"Cos he's a chicken not a turtle," Raph said, making sure Mikey heard.

"He's admitting that Raph won," Leo said.

"How do you know that? Michealangelo, the judges have not decided, they cannot decide until you come out and do your part. I am correct that it was your idea, was it not to do this?'

"Yes," Mikey said after a long silence.

"I want you to come out here, for it is rude for you to hide in there when we have guests. I also think your brother needs to use the facilities in there," Splinter said calmly.

Reluctantly, Mikey opened the door; Donnie pushed him out the door and closed it.

He did not look anyone in the eye, and he gave Raphael a dirty look, as he looked at his brother's toes.

"Come on Mikey, it's your turn," April called.

"Um... I don't feel well, I would like to pull out of the competition," Mikey said.

"You can't pull out," Raph said.

"If you pull out my son that means that you have lost the competition. Are you willing to throw that away, without even giving it a try?" Master Splinter encouraged his youngest.

"Yes, Master Splinter, Raph, I'll do your dishes for the next week."

"Hang on, the judges pick the best one, they haven't said Raph won yet," Leo said.

"I'm back," Donnie said, as he ran over.

"Mikey's our washing up boy," Raph informed his brother.

"Oh."

"So who's answering machine message do you all think should we use?" Leo asked.

"Sit down and the judges will tell you what they thought of you all," April said.

"Okay, Irma will tell us what she thought," April said, as the turtles sat down to listen.

"Leonardo, you answered the phone politely and your message was short and sweet. Raphael, your message was catchy, though if I called and had to listen to it, I might forget why I was ringing. Donnie, you answered the phone beautifully. I go with Donnie," Irma said, as Donnie blushed bright red.

"See Mikey, we're right, she is Donnie's girlfriend," Raph nudged the miserable Mikey.

"Master Splinter?"

"I feel you all worked hard on your task my sons. I am proud of you. Leonardo, you were as Miss Irma suggested, polite and professional in your manner. Donatello, I found you also had a polite manner to a degree. However, you seemed to have been commenting on the fact that the phone is indeed a communal one. Raphael, a true performance, I am surprised for I did not know you possessed the skills to write your own song."

"I personally liked Raph's song; the tune sounds familiar, though that is okay. We all know you do not hold a bachelor of music. Leo you were polite, so was Donnie, but Donnie you could cut some of the pointless parts out. Casey?"

"Go Raphie! I'll ring ewes just to hear Raph's rapping!" Casey said. April rolled her eyes.

"Raphael sounds like you'll be recording your phone message for us," Master Splinter said.

Within a couple of days, Raphael's head stoped swelling. However, it swelled the most around Mikey and Leo. He recorded his rap onto the answering machine with the help of Donnie. Donnie went back to inventing something else, while everyone else went back to their usual fun. Mikey however, did have the duty of the dishes and was usually the last in bed at night.

Mikey was listening to the radio as he did the dishes when a song came on that made him stop and listen.

"Hey guys, come listen to this?" Mikey cried out into the lair. Leo was already on his way to the kitchen, so he was the only one who came when first called. Donnie was glued to the computer; Raph was watching the hockey match.

"Listen to this song," Mikey turned it up for Leo to hear. Leo's eyes widened.

"Raphael, come in here," Leo said.

"Why should I?" Raph said he was going to miss the game. Master Splinter looked over at his son, which made Raphael get up and move into the kitchen.

"Yeah, what?"

"That song sound familiar to you?" Leo asked, pointing at the radio.

"Nup," Raph said, quickly turning, not listening to the song, until then he recognised it. Raph hissed some swear words under his breath. He could see Master Splinter watching him.

"Isn't that what's on the answering machine?" Leo asked.

"Na, don't think so," Raph quickly replied.

"Donnie, can you play us what's on that answering machine for us?" Leo called out.

Donnie did not answer.

"DONNIE!" Leo yelled. Donnie jumped and looked around.

"Play Raph's message on the answering machine for me," Leo barked.

Splinter got up and moved over to where three of his sons were.

"What seems to be the problem Leonardo?"

"Listen to the song on the radio, Master Splinter. Have you heard it before," Leo looked at Raphael as he spoke. Splinter listened to the music, and then looked at Raphael. Raph gulped, he was in so much trouble now. Master Splinter was going to shame him now.

"Here's the answering machine," Donnie came in and stoped when he heard the music.

"That's Raph's song!" He cried in amazement.

Everyone looked at Raphael.

"So someone must have copied it," he said, innocently.

"Yeah, when the only people who know of it are us, April, Casey and Irma!" Leo cried.

"You cheated Raph!" Mikey said the words that everyone was thinking.

"No I never," he looked around.

"Raphael, tell us honestly how you came to write that song," Splinter asked in a calm manner. Though Raphael could see Splinter's whiskers twitching, that usually meant that Splinter knew the turtles had done something wrong.

"Well, I didn't know what to do for that competition; I thought it was kind of lame. I originally had something like what Leo had, but then I was listening to the radio and that song came on. I thought it sounded good and was sure it would help me to win the game. You gutta admit it does sound cool on the phone."

"My son, never have I seen you cheat in such a dishonourable way. Tell me why you did not tell us two days ago that you were not the original writer of that song!" Splinter was starting to crack.

"Um... I do not know Master Splinter. It didn't seem important to say so," Raphael said.

"So you basically took someone else's work and said it was your own?" Splinter said.

"That's called plagiarism and it's against the law. If you were a human and did that, then you could be in big trouble," Donnie said.

"Lucky for you, you're not a human," Mikey said, "But then again, unlucky for you, we all know you cheated."

"I want Donatello to wipe that song off the answering machine, replace it with whatever Michealangelo comes up with. Then you, Raphael will miss the rest of that hockey match and spend the next two weeks doing the dishes and the laundry. Do we all agree that is fair enough?" Master Splinter asked, as everyone nodded.

"Next time you borrow something, I suggest you mention that it is not your original work, my son."