Last chapter before the Prank War starts in full force! Sorry this chapter is so short!
And 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!
"Shhh!" Leonardo hissed at his brother, Michelangelo.
"Hey! It was Donnie!" Michelangelo said.
"Was not!"
Leonardo rolled his eyes. "Whoever made that noise, don't make it again, all right?" He turned around and continued walking, with Raphael, Michelangelo, and Donatello following close behind.
"Why do we need all of the pillows, Leo?" asked Raphael.
All four of the turtles were each toting six pillows each, slinging them around their backs as they trudged towards the bedroom. "We're moving at the speed of..."
"Don't say turtles!" Donatello spoke up, frowning at Raphael.
"Because, Raph, this is going to be an all-nighter. We only have four pillows in the bedroom so what fun would that be? We need lots of back-ups," Leonardo explained.
"Seriously, why do we even have this many pillows?" Raphael complained, adjusting the ones on his back. "Does someone here have a secret obsession with cushions?"
"Probably Donnie," Leonardo smirked.
"Hey, whatever happened to being quiet?" Donatello asked. "...and April?"
"I swear she was behind me a minute ago!" Michelangelo exclaimed.
"Great, she's exploring"-Leonardo made quotation marks with his fingers-"again. He dropped his pillows to the ground and looked around. "Well, we'll just let her come back on her own. At least you noticed your giiirlfriend was gone this time around, Donnie." The group started walking again.
"What if she's in trouble?" Donatello pressed.
"What trouble?" chuckled Leonardo. "We never even left the Lair. We just walked to the cabinet Splinter keeps all these pillows in, grabbed them, and now we're on our way to the bedroom. Did you see Shredder hiding in our cabinet, 'cause I didn't."
"Well, if April's gone, it means we lost six pillows 'til she comes back," Michelangelo shrugged. "Why don't we just use weapons?"
Raphael groaned. "Yeah, that'd turn out just fine."
The turtles tip-toed into the main part of the Lair.
"Oh, Splinter!" Leonardo pointed out, freezing mid-step.
Sure enough, Splinter was snoozing on the bean bag chair, his tail resting on his head while he snored. The group was quiet the rest of the way to the bedroom, and made sure to walk very silently.
Once they were in the room, each turtle helped clean up the area so it'd be safe to pillow fight in without tripping on a nunchuck or something. After that, they distributed all of the pillows, even the ones from their beds.
"So...should we start, or wait for April?" Michelangelo said, tapping his fingers against his leg impatiently.
"Sorry, I'm late, guys."
"April!" the four cheered.
April dropped her six pillows on the bed and said, "All right, let's get this started."
Michelangelo stepped forward and tried to look very official as he said,"Warning: any and all injuries sustained in this war, the turtles are not responsible for as you have agreed to suffer them by your own free will. If you try to sue us for-"
"I think she gets it," Raphael hissed, pushing Michelangelo onto a bed.
April chuckled and shifted her weight. "Trying to scare me off, huh? Not gonna work." Then, without warning she grabbed a pillow off the bed and threw it at Leonardo, who ducked.
"Oh, this is on!" He yelled, swinging a cushion at April in turn.
And the fight began.
"Booyahkasha!" Michelangelo yelled, swinging a pillow in a semi-circle as he leapt off the bed.
Raphael had to bend backwards to avoid being hit. His brother landed behind him and made a clever swipe, but Raphael caught Michelangelo's arm and nabbed his pillow, and pursued him with it around the room.
Leonardo, across the room, leapt away from Donatello's reach. Donatello was holding two pillows and attacking with each one in turn. Leonardo found a weak spot in his brother's defenses, ducked in, and made an impressive hit.
April watched, sitting on the far end of Michelangelo's top bunk. She was partially afraid to join in and the other part just waiting for the right time. Already an expert at staying unnoticed, she checked the time on Donatello's purple alarm clock every five minutes, only to find that it was just five minutes after the last time she'd checked, every time. Finally, after an hour of just sitting there, she gave up on the wait and joined in when the time switched too 11:00 P.M.
"Booyahkasha!" she cheered, grapping a pillow and jumping off. April caught Donatello in a surprise and hit him with the pillow on the leg.
"Hey, good one!" he praised her, and got hit by Raphael.
"Booyahkasha's my thing!" Michelangelo yelled, and he ran for April, swinging his pillow and one he'd stolen off Leonardo.
Michelangelo jumped into the air, held the pillows behind him like they were a baseball bat he was about to swing, and rammed them into April's arm. She was surprised at the force and fell back, landing on one of the beds.
It was unclear who was winning the fight, but, really, who cared? The turtles were just having fun, and were excited to do something Master Splinter sourly despised, having called pillow fighting "Just a time-waster among the youth" countless times. But he let them have cell phones, so the turtles didn't really get the logic there.
Time ticked on, and April managed to participate in the pillow fight while watching the clock. It finally reached 11:20 and she opened the door and ducked out. None of the turtles noticed, even Donatello. Mostly because they were all teaming up on one person, Donatello, and the air was so thick with feathers they couldn't see more than a foot in front of themselves.
Out in the dark hallway, April rubbed her hands together like a villainess and tried her luck at a dastardly cackle. It turned out more like a mix between a cough and a hiccup so she gave up before someone heard her. "Time for the Prank Queen to take her throne," she muttered, tiptoeing down the hallway.
