A/N: This more gives a little time to the other kids than anything else, and could very nearly stand alone as a one-shot, but I like it as a tag on the end of this story.

Chapter 8/Epilogue - Playtime

As Don came down the stairs, still carrying Catherine in his left arm, the voice of his oldest child, Galileo, could be heard. Donnie was still fuming at Michelangelo, but if Catherine thought he hated her because he didn't play with her as often as her uncles did then he wanted to start making some changes along those lines. The conversation he heard as he came down from the second level told him that Mikey was going to have to wait.

"Bella, do you still have the dump... truck?" Gale trailed off as he looked at his sister. "Aw man, she did it again!"

"Bella!" Machiavelli complained.

"What?" Isabella asked, completely befuddled as to what she had done wrong.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs and seeing what Gale and Machi had been so upset about, Don couldn't help but laugh. Bella had very carefully and methodically dismantled the dump truck. The axles had been removed and stripped of their wheels. All six pieces currently sat to her left. The bright yellow bed had been pushed to her right, the cab lay on the floor in front of her and she held the chassis in her hands.

"Daddy!" The little girl on the floor called out excitedly. "Look!"

"She took the truck apart!" Machiavelli whined to his father, who could only stand there and laugh. "She takes EVERYTHING apart!" He ran over and grabbed his daddy's leg with his chubby arm as he pointed out the pieces that had once been a toy dump truck.

"Kid," Raphael said as he entered the room, "your dad's not the one to complain to about someone taking stuff apart."

"He's right." Don agreed, looking down at the child who still had a hold of his leg. "I am the world's biggest advocate of taking things apart... As long as you put them back together." He looked pointedly at Bella.

"I will!" The little turtle promised. "But it needs something."

Raph cocked an eyeridge, remembering all the times he'd heard someone else saying the exact same thing when he was a kid. "That one is definitely your daughter, Donnie." He said as he shook his head.

Don laughed again and turned to his children, dropping one hand to the top of Machi's head. "Tell you what," He bargained. "Since Bella did such a wonderful job of taking the truck apart and rendering it, temporarily, unusable let's go see what's in Daddy's workspace."

The three turtles who had remained on the ground jumped up and Catherine, who was still in her daddy's arms, clapped. He put her on the floor and the five young turtles raced to Don's little work area.

"What'd you make this time?" Raph asked. He didn't like the grin his brother gave him in response.

"I'd watch where you step for the next few weeks." Don suggested before jogging after his kids.

Out of curiosity, Raphael followed. He watched as Don pulled a box off the top shelf and handed out color coordinated remote controls: Galileo's golden yellow, Catherine's maroon, Tiziano's dusty blue, Machiavelli's deep salmon and Isabella's lilac. "Don, you didn't." Raph objected, quickly realizing what those remotes were for.

"We had one when we were six." Don stated, well aware that the what's-in-the-box suspense was just killing four of the five little turtles, and he was making the most of every moment he could get from them.

"Yes. One." Raphael agreed. "You made it."

"So what's the problem?" Don reached into the box, but came back out empty handed when Raph prepared to speak again. He chuckled at the excited impatience that surrounded him. Galileo was even jumping slightly as though trying to make his father hurry up and get to whatever else was in that box!

"Shouldn't Bella be the one to make these for them? And I hate to point out that they're not six yet." Raph objected.

"Who said she didn't?" Don replied with a wink at his youngest. "Her design, she made two. I just finished the set."

Isabella clapped and giggled, she had known what was in the box since her daddy had handed out the remotes.

Raphael sighed and watched as Don finally handed out the RC cars that had been waiting in the box. Each one was painted to match the remotes that operated on the same frequency. As soon as all five cars were out of the box the little turtles ran out to the main room.

"I'll race ya, Tiz!" Catherine challenged.

Never one to back down from a dare, especially not one from Catherine, Tiz accepted. "You're on!"

"Remind you of anyone?" Donnie asked his brother, having witnessed similar scenes involving two other turtles all his life.

Raph fixed his brother with a glare.

In no time, five cars were lined up on one side of the room. Tiz counted to three and all five vehicles leapt forward in a race for the opposite door.

"You know you want in on a little of that action." Don commented as Raph nostalgically watched the race in the next room. "Catch."

Raphael turned around just in time to catch the red remote and car that flew his direction. "You've gotta be kidding me." He laughed.

"Someone's gotta show them how it's done." Don grinned as he pulled his own dark purple car and remote from the box. "But sorry, bro. It's not going to be you."

"That sounds like a challenge."

"You bet your shell it is." Don affirmed with a grin.

Raphael went about setting up a complex obstacle course in the main room while Don watched and the kids continued racing their cars around the room. When Raph seemed to be getting to a point where he was satisfied with his handiwork Don gave an exaggerated yawn, earning a glare from his brother.

"Well, we gonna do this or what?" Raph demanded.

"I'm ready when you are, Pokey." Don retorted. He flipped the autostart switch on his remote and eased his car up to the starting line. Raph followed suit. "Who wants to start the race?" Don asked the kids who had stopped playing to see what their dad and uncle were doing.

"I do!" Catherine cried out. "On your mark! Get set! GO!" She shouted.

Both cars cleared Raph's first jump and were bumper to bumper coming out of the first obstacle. They continued side by side through the tunnel, across the sofa and around the high-backed chair. Coming out of the last corner, Raph's car went a little wide and Don's purple car zipped out in front, crossing the finish line a full length ahead of it's red opponent. The kids cheered and Don stood and took a bow.

"I did that on purpose, you know." Raphael grouched.

"You wish. Raph, your remote control skills never had anything on mine." Don reminded his brother with yet another grin.

Raphael widened the course to accommodate more cars and soon seven small, colorful vehicles stood side by side at the starting line. It was Machi's turn to start the race.

"On your mark... Get set... GO!"