By Maikafuiniel
Talks and Confrontations
One Ninja Turtles was off to the side working on some orange fabric, all of his thoughts silent in his head as he thought through the newest change to their group. Two ninja turtles, Leonardo and Raphael walked in circles around the table thinking hard. Even Splinter was silent, with no words of advice to explain to them. None of them knew what to do, or how to do it. 'Heck,' Raphael thought to himself 'None of us knows what started it off at all!'
Suddenly Splinter spoke up, finally finding the words to what they were all wondering silently. "There is nothing to be done right now." Splinter said quietly, "It seems your brother has been changed into his younger form. Until he regains his memory of what happened to him we will have no choice but to make the best of the situation."
"But," Raphael interrupted, "We can't just have Mikey stay a kid!"
"Technically he wouldn't stay a kid. My information shows that he WOULD grow up again." Donatello said from off to the side, as if it would make Raphael happy.
"Oh. Right. He'll grow up AGAIN. That's excellent. Maybe Donatello, we don't WANT to have him grow up again! Maybe, just maybe, we want him to be an adult NOW!"
"Technically we're only nineteen so none of us are adults yet."
"Shut up!" The other two turtles yelled at Donatello.
"Well, I never." He muttered to himself just loudly enough for the others to hear him. But of course he had.
Meanwhile through the fighting Splinter sat on the couch, a small head in his lap. He was muttering under his breath, and smiling as though reliving some great memory. Slowly he raised one gnarled finger to his face. "Shhhh... Michelangelo will no doubt need all the sleep he can get if he is too wake up to this plane of existence."
"Master, what are we going to do when Mickey DOES wake up?"
"I would suggest having a pizza ready. Although make sure the crust is soft, he is young now, and still a tad sick from what ever was put on him. I do not know if his stomach can hold that nonsense he normally uses. But he will no doubt be hungry."
"He's always hungry." Raph said quietly, but hopefully. He would give Mikey a thousand Pizzas when he woke up if he could.
A soft snorting and shuffling sound from the small Turtle told them all that he was going to wake soon. Splinter stood up and grabbed the small pair of old and worm glasses from the table. All of the Turtles remembered the glasses. Mikey had to wear them when all of the four Turtles were much younger. Splinter had been very worried when he had found out that one of his sons was having trouble seeing. All of them could remember the party Mikey had held when Splinter had decided he no longer needed them. He had tried to throw them out but the master had stopped him, saying that even if he had never needed them again it would be a good idea to keep them.
They were all happy that their master had kept them now.
Donny walked closer to the group, holding a smaller set of knee pads, belt, and a piece of cloth that he had cut for Mikey to put around his eyes. It had taken a little while to fix it all so that it would fit his much small frame, but it was perfectly possible.
"Master, what do we do about his Nunchakus? You didn't let us touch our weapons until we were ten or so. He's far too small to handle them anymore, no matter what skill level he has. What age would you think he is? Five or six?"
"Actually," Master Splinter said, with a glint in his eyes making them know he thought something was funny. "He is about three. Believe it or not, he was much taller and larger than the rest of you when he was young. I often made the mistake of him being you," he pointed at Leonardo, "And you being him. Raphael and Donnatello were very short when they were young. He was only a tad taller than you though Leonardo."
"Mikey? Mikey our youngest brother Mikey? He was the tallest of all of us when we were little?"
"Yes. I often thought he would turn out to be the leader of you, even if he was the youngest, but then the three of you took off on growth spurts when you were about five and he grew slowly after that. He was always the shortest after you all had your spurts."
"Funny. I don't remember anything about that." Donatello said.
Raph took up that conversation before Splinter could start this time. "We WERE only five Donny. Don't be stupid."
"Stupid? STUPID? At least I'm not you Numbnuts. Then you would have the perfect excuse to call me stupid." He shoved Raphael in the shoulder with and angry look on his face causing Raphael to punch him in the face. They both began to fight after that with Leonardo in the background snickering. If any of the three Turtles had been listening to Splinter they would have heard him mutter about kids and turn back to the soon to waken Michelangelo.
"Ten flips."
