Don stood there wondering what he could do as language played a barrier.
"Um...you want to watch the television?"
Mikey responds by nodding.
"I'm sure that word is the same world wide." They got up and Don showed Mikey to the entertainment area.
"Since you'll be here I might as well look this up." He heads off to his workstation. Michelangelo is fascinated with all the TVs and was left channel surfing until he finds a movie that catches his interest, 'I was a teenage IT'. Just then Leonardo and Master Splinter walk through the door with a couple of bags. Mikey just observes in awe. There was another of them? Aw, man. A huge rat.
"I thank you Miss O'Neil for your generosity." The old rat spoke to the lady outside the lair.
"No problem, guys but I've got to go. I'll see you later." And with that she was off.
"Mikey, are you just going to sit there and watch or help us?" Leo questioned holding a bag up when he spotted Mikey on the couch. He recognized the others had called him that so he got up and went to lend a hand. Grabbing a couple of bags they went back to the kitchen. Guess he'll be seeing lots of this place. He helps unpack and put away food. Lucky for him there was no natural place for anything so he just stuck it in either which cabinet.
"Want a soda?" Leo offered to which Mikey nodded and was tossed a cold one. He was surprised at himself for being able to catch it so he smiled a wide toothy grin.
"Yeah, Mikey, your favorite. So now that this is done, what are they showing on TV?" They both headed to the couch.
"Again? How many times are you going to watch this?" Leo sat down on the couch while Mikey thought it more fun to plop down when Leonardo noticed the lump on the back of his head. "How'd that happen?"
Leo pointed to the bump but since Mikey couldn't see it he touched it.
"Ay." That part of his head was sorer than the rest. Now he felt that spot he put his soda on it.
"Hang on. Let me get you and ice pack." Leo got up and came back with the pack and handed it to him, which he placed on the bump. Where'd he get an ice pack? He hadn't seen it in before. Whatever. Raph came in the room with a book and saw Leo, next to Mikey.
"So... you know?"
"Yeah I do. How'd that happen?"
"He hit a wall."
"What? And you didn't do anything about it?"
"What could've I done?!" Raph and Leo were talking about Mikey but two different things. Michelangelo must've understood that a bit because he snickered. So whoever these things were they were most likely related. What type of siblings would shout at each other like that? Parents? Was he their kid? That thought quickly grew bitter. I don't think so. Maybe they were like brother and sister? They both acted weird, he can't tell who's a what.
"Well you didn't do anything! You could have tried!" Leo stood up.
"Leonardo, Raphael, what are you so quarrelsome about now?!" Splinter came out of his room.
It's that giant rat again. Ok, so maybe he was smaller than the other whatever's, but he was still large for a rodent. He seemed to be in charge. That had to be the parent. Was there another of them? Why was this one a rat? Then the one in the purple came back. Wha'd he call himself again?
Splinter saw Mikey with the ice pack. "What happen to you, Michelangelo?"
"He got a lump on his head and Raph did nothing to help."
"Is this true, Raphael?"
"Well...yeah sort of, but... I thought he was talking about somethin' else." Raph looked at Mikey who was smiling and half laughing. "You knew, didn't you? Shut up." He threw the book he found toward him.
"You should have tended to your little brother first. There is no excuse for that."
"Yes, Master Splinter."
"Now what did you think Leonardo spoke of?"
Raph looks at Don uncertain of what to say. "Mikey's... got amnesia."
"What? He was acting fine before." Leo sat back down and looked at Mikey.
Don spoke up. "...He's not..."
Mikey really didn't care what was going on around him right now. The movie was more interesting.
"Well atleast he's starting to act like himself." Raph sat down next to him and grabbed the soda and opened it.
Master Splinter walked over to Michelangelo and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"If this is true. Do you know who I am?"
Mikey wasn't sure how to react since his teacher differed from all the others and himself, so he just looked worried in return. Splinter saw this and placed his hand back on his cane with the other one.
"How did this happen?" Splinter focused his gaze on Raphael.
Raph put his hands up in defense. "Hey, don't look at me."
"It was me." Don stepped forward. "We were only playing."
"I am not sure how to react to this. I can not imagine you doing this on purpose. Any of you for that matter." He thought about it for a while. "No one could have really seen this coming. I blame no one. But from now on you will tend to your brother till he is well."
"Yes, Sensei."
"And Raphael, you did not do anything to prevent this. You will help him."
"Didn't you just say no ones ta bl..." He got a stern look from Splinter. "Yes, Master." He said annoyed.
Mikey was looking at the big rat again. "Quien es?" He asked who's this was. "Porque es un raton?" And why he was a rat.
Now there was more confusion. Splinter looked back down at Michelangelo. "He is not speaking our language, Donatello?"
"Why do you always ask him? I was there too."
"Fine then. Raphael?"
"Phh. I don't know. I was just sayin'."
Splinter sighed and asked Don again. "Donatello?"
"I'm not sure how that happen. All I know is that Mikey could overall have a fluent conversation with a Spanish speaking person and that we're mutants. Put those two elements together and who knows what you'll get. Obviously the result that now is he."
"I don't understand." Leo shifted in his seat. "He's been thrown up against walls plenty of times not to mention hit over the head. Why is he like this?"
"I'm asking myself the same question."
"It is ok, my sons. Only time will tell."
"Oh, Don. Here." Raph picked up the book he'd found and tossed it to Don. "It's some Spanish/English dictionary thing. I read some stuff." He looks at Mikey. "A donde esta, mi perro?" Raph managed to spit out sounding weird. Mikey smiled at how he said it and shrugged.
"Raph? Where's my dog?" Don looked through the book. Leo laughed.
"What? I didn't say that. Did I?"
"Yo no sabe tu tienes un animal." Mikey responded saying he didn't know he (Raph) had an animal.
"See? What he said." Don gestured. Raph rolled his eyes.
"It was a good start, my son." Splinter smirked. "I trust everything will be ok. I shall be in my room." He wandered off.
Mikey sang. "Pollito, chicken. Gallina, hen. Lapiz, pencil y pluma, pen."
"Can you say, freak?" Raph starred, as did everyone else.
"Where did that come from?"
"A translation song. That should help you out." Leo switched his view to Don.
"Maybe. Do you know more?" Don moved over to the couch. "Sabes mas?" Mikey shook his head.
"I'm here to help any way I can. So call me if you need me." Leonardo got up and went to his room, to meditate.
"Since it appears I'm the one who'll have to become bilingual you can hang out with him as I study." Don shrank back into his workplace leaving Raph. Mikey didn't look like he really cared as he enjoyed the movie.
The flick had been over for five minutes now and Raph had no idea what to do. "Yo tengo hambre, y tu?" Mikey stretched and walked back over to the kitchen, that room was growing on him now. He knew Raph wasn't going to understand what he said but confusing people seemed fun.
"Uh...right." Raph followed. In the kitchen he sat down on a chair by the table as Mikey went around scavenging for food. "So you're hungry, eh? Why don't you cook something? You can cook?" Raph asked sounding more like a statement then pointed to a pot.
"Tu me dejas cocinar?" He grabbed the pot making sure he was allowed to. Then he grabbed a cooking spoon. "A que voy a cocinar?" Mikey stirred the spoon in the pot as he shrugged.
"I don't know. You're the chef. Think of something."
Mikey placed the kitchenware down as he looked through the cabinets. A can of beans caught his interest. The metal looked a bit rusted meaning it was there for a while. Since they were in a can they didn't go bad. He picked it up and showed it to Raph.
"Beans? You know how to do that?" This time Mikey wasn't sure what he said as he continued to gather multiple ingredients. He took down oil, salt, garlic, some red powder in a bag they never knew what it was, and oregano. "You making a concoction? What the heck are you gonna cook with all that?"
Mikey placed a bag of rice next to the canned beans. "Arroz con abbichuelas." He searched the freezer for frozen meat and found chicken. "...Y pollo frito." Mikey waved the chicken thighs.
"You're some sort of freak you know that? You never cooked with that stuff."
It was about 4:30 now. Don had spent about three hours in his room learning and looking up this weird syndrome. From what he read he wasn't even sure it existed. There had been reports of severe cases of amnesia were a person acts like a totally different one and may never regain their memory.
A strange aroma stopped Donatello's search. It was coming from the kitchen. It smelled red. Red as in spicy, and zestful. Smell could have a color very much associate with food. Like green, that would mean old and rotten. Green could be looked at vegetables but that would fall under white, which is somewhat bland. He got up and went to the kitchen. At the door Leonardo and Master Splinter stood. Sensei smiled and Leo's look was endless. It had no definite expression. Either he could've had a mental melt down or take up stripping lessons if you asked.
"What's going on?"
"Raphael is cooking." Master Splinter said quietly and pointed over to the stove in the kitchen.
"Really?" Don peered in to see Raph over the metal machine as Mikey was patiently explaining to him what do to in a different language.
"If this food taste bad it's your fault you know that." Raph seasoned a piece of chicken and threw it in a pan of hot oil. Little bits of the oil jumped hitting Mikey's arm. "Oops."
"Ay, caliente! Caliente!" Mikey ran to the sink and washed it off.
"I'm guessin' caliente means hot."
Mikey gave him back a dirty glare. "Idiota."
"You call me an idiot again I'll stick your face in the frying pan."
"Come, my sons. Let them continue in peace." Splinter insisted them to move on.
"But, Sensei." Don whined. "Things like this never happen."
"He's right." Leo put in.
"That's why I wish you to find the camera and record from a far." Leo and Don exchanged glances and took that as a cue and went off. Splinter watched that his two sons were nowhere in sight then took out the camera secretly from its hiding place.
"How does this thing work again?" He faced the lens to Raph and hit the red button as the sign record came into play. "Ah yes, I remember now."
"Y los otros. Ello van a comer?" Mikey placed his dishes in the sink after eating, the food had been done a while ago. He kept looking out the door for the others. Satisfied, Raph leaned back in his chair rubbing his gut and picking his teeth with his free hand.
"What about them? Let 'em starve."
"What's going on?" Leo walked in.
"Le maestro a cocinar." Mikey pointed at Raph.
"He cooked." Raph pointed at Mikey.
"Uh huh. ...Smells good. What is it?"
"Arroz con abbichuelas y pollo frito."
"What he said." Raph waved him off and Mikey stuck out his tongue in return.
"...What did he say??"
"Agh. Rice with beans and fried chicken." Raph got up. "Just go over there and look at it." He headed to the living room, Mikey following as Don walked by.
"El cocino, verdad?" Don made quick talk asking if Raph cooked.
"Si pero el no quieres a dicer que el lo hacer..." Mikey began telling him but got interrupted as he got bopped by Raph. "Ay." Mikey massaged his scalp with a hand and hit him back with the other.
"That's it! You're dead!!" Raph leapt and the youngest brother ran. Don kept walking. Master Splinter came out of his room as the two zoomed by.
"Raphael, Michelangelo. What is going on?"
"Nothin', Sensei. We're just playing." Raph had Mikey by the feet as he held onto a beam for dear life.
"It is good to see you helping your brother. Be friendlier about it. Let go of him."
"Yes, Master Splinter." Raph let's go of his feet and Mikey falls.
"Raphael! That is not what I meant."
"You told me to let go."
"You wish him to get injured more than he is?"
"No."
"He is not well, you know that, treat him kindly."
"Yeah."
"Good. Now I'll be in the kitchen eating fried chicken." Splinter smiled as strolled away.
"You... you told him didn't you?!" Raph shouted to Mikey who was still holding on to the beam on the floor shaking his head. "You're still dead you know that." Mikey grinned in disapproval of that.
To be continued...
Disclaimer: Based somewhat on the new episodes since I was to young to remember the old ones.
