If you have an idea for a prank that April, Leo, Mikey, Raph, Donnie, Splinter, or even Spike can pull, you can tell it to me and I might consider putting it in!
"MIKEY!"
"Ugh," Donatello groaned, waking up. He stumbled out of bed in the dark, and after a few moments, found the light switch on the wall and flipped it. "Rise and shine. The rooster coos."
Leonardo and Michelangelo groggily raised their heads, and found the bright alarm clock in the dark. "Five A.M.?" said Leonardo,"That really exists?" They both dropped their heads back onto their beds.
"Come on, guys," Donatello urged, swiping Leonardo's blanket off of his bed. "You wake up at five A.M. all the time!"
"Not on a Saturday," Michelangelo grumbled. Donatello stole his blanket too.
"Go away," they both mumbled, burying their heads in pillows.
"MIKEY, I AM SO GONNA KILL YOU!" sounded from the hallway.
"I'm up!" Michelangelo snapped to attention. He leapt out of bed and bolted out of the room, so fast that he sent papers that'd been resting on tables swishing through the air. Leonardo climbed out of his top bed on the bunk he shared with Raphael and helped Donatello clean the papers up.
"What's Raph so mad about?" Leonardo said casually.
"Oh, I don't know," Donatello replied, with a smug face that told otherwise. Leonardo raised his eyebrow ridges but didn't press the matter. He picked up the last paper and set it on the table. "Well, I'm going to get good seats for the show." And without further explanation, he ran out of the room as well.
Donatello chuckled to himself as he walked out, shutting off the lights. He bent over and pulled out something from the wrappings around his foot; the blade of a sai, missing the handle. "And that is why you don't mess with me, Mikey," he smiled, twirling the blade around on his bo staff as he walked down the hall. Once he made it into the Lair, he quickly rehid the blade and watched the chaotic mess already in progress.
Michelangelo was hiding underneath the kitchen table, holding out his nunchucks in a threatening manner. Leonardo was watching Raph slowly step towards Michelangelo from the bean bag chair, egging him on.
"Come on, get 'em, Raph!" he cheered. "Woohooohooo!"
Donatello decided to join in, so he wouldn't look suspicious. "Get him, Raph!" He sat down by the bean bag chair.
With an ear-splitting roar, Raphael charged for Michelangelo, reaching for the one sai he had left and holding it out in front of him.
"Aaaah!" Michelangelo hopped out from under the table and made a run for it.
"MIKEY, YOU'RE DEAD!" Raphael seethed, pursuing his brother.
"What makes you think I did it?"
"It's always you!"
Michelangelo slid underneath another table baseball slide-style and Raphael thought better than sliding under as well. Instead, he leapt into the air and landed gracefully on the other side of the table, catching Michelangelo's feet as he slid out. "Any last words?"
Despite the situation, Michelangelo chuckled. "Any last words? So cliché, Raph. You could do better." He reached up and flicked his brother's forehead. While Raphael momentarily stunned, Michelangelo kicked free and made another break for it.
All of Michelangelo's running was for nothing, as a few minutes later Raphael had cornered him. The orange-masked turtle crouched down to the ground, back against the wall, breathing hard, sweating, and shaking, but still holding his nunchucks out determinedly. "Raph, I promise. I didn't do it."
Raphael smiled evilly. "And what makes you think I'm gonna believe that?" He tugged Michelangelo's nunchucks from his grip. "A weapon for a weapon?"
"NOOO! Raph, those are my favorites!" Michelangelo was nearly on the verge of tears.
Donatello knew this had gone to far, he just didn't have the heart to see Raphael break the nunchucks. He hung his head low and stood, looking over to Leonardo. "I did it," he whispered.
"Huh?" Leonardo said, his eyes widening. He took his attention away from Raphael preparing to snap Michelangelo's weapon.
Donatello dug the sai blade out of its hiding place and showed it to his brother. Leonardo grabbed it and looked it over.
There was a long minute of awkward silence between Leonardo and Donatello, in which Raphael kept talking to Michelangelo as he beared down on the nunchucks. "Were these the nunchucks you named?" he chuckled.
"Y-yes!" Michelangelo cried, reaching out to grab them, but Raphael held them high. Raphael received a kick in the leg from Michelangelo but didn't even seem to notice it.
"What was their name again?"
"Chucky!" Michelangelo said, folding his arms, defeated.
Finally, across the room, Leonardo spoke. He raise the sai blade high into the air, and pointed to it. "Hey Raph, it's Donnie that broke your sai!"
"Wuh?" The red-masked turtle dropped the nunchucks, and Michelangelo grabbed them back happily. Raphael stomped over to Leonardo and swiped the blade of his sai back. "Is this true, Donnie?"
Donatello was still shocked that Leonardo had ratted him out, but he nodded solemnly.
"You even did this?" Raphael pressed, taking out the handle of his broken sai. Etched into the handle, it read: "Work of Michelangelo".
A hint of a smile crept up on Donatello's face. "Yeah, I don't think Mikey can even spell his full name."
"HEY! I can too! M-I-C-H-E..."
"We get it, Mikey," Leonardo groaned, rubbing his temples. "Well, Raph, is the fight over?"
"Maybe, maybe not." He put his hand on Leonardo's shoulder and made the blue-masked turtle topple out of his high perch on the bean bag chair and land on the floor.
Twirling his unbroken sai, Raphael said,"Well, I suppose you're dead now, Donnie. What's it gonna be of? Wounds or fear?"
"Neither," smiled Donatello,"I choose option C, fixing your sai. I'll fix it if it kills me...which it probably won't." He rocked on the balls of his feet as he waited for his brother's approval.
"Fine," Raphael grunted. He shoved the hilt and blade of his weapon into Donatello's hands and stalked off. "Have it ready by tomorrow," he called back.
"Show's over," Leonardo shrugged, standing up. He turned the TV on and settled back into the bean bag chair as he hummed to the "Space Heroes" theme song. After it was over, he said,"Disappointing, really. Last week's episode had a lot more action."
Donatello realized Leonardo was talking about Raphael's almost-weekly tantrums and not a Space Heroes episode and chuckled. "Yeah," he agreed, and, with nothing better to do, plopped down on the floor and began to watch television with his brother. Michelangelo decided to celebrate the survival of his nunchucks by hitting them against the practice dummy for a few minutes.
"That was cool, guys."
Donatello and Leonardo snapped to attention. "April!"
April O'neil was sitting on one of the turnpikes that were the entrance to the Lair, swinging her legs carelessly.
"Where have you been, and what was cool?" asked Leonardo.
"Oh, I was just...exploring. And I meant Donnie's prank is cool, even though it sorta backfired. I watched for a bit."
"My prank?" Donatello squeaked. He was always nervous around April. She thinks I'm cool! he cheered in his thoughts.
"Yeah, the trick you did to make Raph think Mikey broke his sai, engraving Mikey's name in the hilt. But it wasn't very well thought through. I coulda given you some pointers."
"What makes you think you're the prank king...queen?" Leonardo joked, folding his arms.
April smiled. "I'll tell you soon. Anyways, how did Splinter not wake up to all that shouting, I wonder?" She hopped off of the turnpike and watched the Space Heroes show from a distance, silently wondering why in the world Leonardo loved that show as she saw Captain Ryan slapping all the crew members.
"Oh," Leonardo, chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "We kept him up all night a couple days ago with a really long pillow fight, and so we've been letting him catch up on the sleep he's missed. Now that I think of it, where were you while we were pillow fighting?" Leonardo shot a surprised glance at Donatello, thinking You seriously didn't notice April was gone?
"Exploring," April explained vaguely," Anyway, going to have another pillow fight soon?"
Donatello took a chance at speaking. "Well, Splinter doesn't really approve of them, so we don't have them a lot. But since he's so tired, I bet we could have one tonight and he wouldn't even notice."
"Good. Will it go past midnight?"
"Way past," chuckled Leonardo. "I'll go tell the others. Hey, where'd Mikey go? Mikey!" Leonardo ran down the hall.
That left Donatello and April alone. Just the two of them. Donatello could feel his heart rate double in a matter of seconds. "I'm g-gonna go w-work in m-my..." he trailed off, but pointed desperately to his lab. "...Forgot the word..." He mentally kicked himself.
April smirked and put her hands on her hips. "Sure thing, Donnie."
And with that, April dropped down on the bean bag chair, watching the Space Heroes show with a grimace on her face, and Donatello dashed into his lab, passing the calendar hung on the refrigerator. The top page read March, and the word 'today' was written in black pen on the 31st. But the bottom page was devoted to the month of April, and the 1st day circled in thick, red pen. April first.
