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!


"They are going to scream!" April cheered quietly. She jumped up and down with giddy excitement, and walked up to Splinter's room. April knocked politely and whistled as she waited for Splinter to open the door. She'd noticed earlier how tired he'd been lately, ever since the Turtles had kept him up with a rowdy all-night pillow fight party a couple days ago.

"Ugh, come in," said a tired voice. April did as she was told and strode into Splinter's room. Admiring all the decorations-an old photo of human Splinter and his family, potted plants, and racks of weapons-she took a seat on the floor.

"Ready?" she asked.

Splinter stood and stretched his arms, yawning loudly. "Anything to get them back, April. Depriving me of a good nine hours of sleep. Do they really think I'm just going to let them get away with that, even if I am an old man?"

"Oh, really, Splinter, you're not that old."

Splinter gave April an odd, but stern, look. "Do I look old?"

April decided it was for her best to keep her mouth shut about that so she changed the subject. "Ready to go?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." The sensei grasped his cane and walked out of the room, his pupil following at his heels.


"Hey, Raph!" Leonardo jumped off his bunk bed and gave Raphael a pillow to the face.

Raphael shook it off and swung at Leonardo, who side-stepped out of the way, a smug grin on his face.

Glaring at his adversary, Raphael charged again, bringing his pillow up and whacking it against Leonardo's jaw. The turtle fell back in surprise and motioned for Michelangelo and Donatello to stay to the side. The battle of the master's was on.

They watched the alarm clock, and when it ticked to midnight, Donatello shouted "Go!" Raphael and Leonardo ran at eachother.

Leonardo received more blows, unable to defend himself from the streaming flow of pillows to his face. But once he finally delivered a good strike to Raphael, the red-masked turtle fell back against the ladder to Michelangelo's bed. He took his time to catch his breath, as did Leonardo. They'd been pillow fighting for at least three hours without stopping.

Just as they were about to start again, there was a noise from the hall and everyone froze. It sounded like someone bumping into a wall, but it made the Turtles' skin crawl like fingernails against a chalkboard. Without a word, they each rushed to the door, trying to listen in closer on the sound. Even though they were too proud to admit it, the sound scarred them.

"What is it, Donnie?" Michelangelo whispered.

Donatello merely shook his head.

"Hey, I hear someone talking!" announced Raphael. "Splinter? That you?"

Donatello turned his head and looked about the room, a surprised expression gradually etching on his face. "...Or is it April?"

"Finally noticed she was gone again, huh, Donnie?" Leonardo teased.

The noise happened again, but louder. Then followed the sound of metal clanging as it bumped into something.

Immediately, all the Turtles scrambled to press their ears against the door to listen in. Sure enough, there was a vague, yet familiar, voice down the hall. It sounded like April, screaming nonsensically.

For a moment, all was silent. The Turtles looked up, exchanged glances with eachother, and then burst through the door. The hall was pitch black and they couldn't see anything at all. Scrambling down the hall in the darkness, Leonardo, running in front, suddenly screamed and fell to the floor with a loud thud.

"What happened, Leo?" asked Raphael, stopping Michelangelo and Donatello before they ran him over.

"Go, leave him!" Donatello shouted. "April's in danger!" All of the sudden, there was a muffled scream, a hand reaching out from the shadows, and the Turtles knew Donatello was gone.

"Run!" shouted Raphael in sheer panic.

"Guys, I'm the one that gives the orders around here!" Leonardo complained, heaving himself up from the floor.

Raphael sounded completely hysterical, his voice so high-pitched it could break glass.. "Don't panic everyone, just run for your lives! We're gonna die!"

"Raph, you're going to give us away!"

"Oh, right! As if the shrieking hadn't already! Spike, and Splinter, and April! They're goners!"

"You seriously think whoever's here is going to bother killing your dumb pet turtle?" Michelangelo laughed. He seemed to be in mental denial that the situation that was happening was actually happening.

Leonardo took out his katanas and scanned the room, even though he couldn't see a thing. He heard a noise above him and his gaze darted to the ceiling. "Show yourself!"

Water hit Leonardo at full force, and he was pushed back to the ground, gasping for air. It hit him again and this time he could hear Raphael shrieking, "COLD!" Michelangelo yelled as well.

Great, Leonardo thought, I'm going to drown in the hallway.

The water stopped coming and Leonardo scrambled to his feet again, swinging his katanas around the room but being careful to not hit his brothers. There was a blur of red and he swiped at it, clumsy with sheer panic. His sloppy move cost him, as the blur got away and water hit him again, pushing him once again to the floor.

"Find the light switch!" Raphael shouted.

"Gotcha!" Michelangelo got to his feet and dashed through the darkness, swinging his nunchucks in case something dared attack him. But a dark figure darted in front of his path, and Michelangelo ran into it, falling to the ground. He screamed as he felt ninja stars bounce off his shell and dashed back to Raphael and Leonardo. He could tell by their shouting that they'd gotten drenched again.

Somewhere at the other end of the hall, Donatello shouted. "Aha!"

The lights flickered into life, brightening the room. The Turtles instantly got a look at what they were up against, and it was more frightening than what they'd expected.

Splinter was standing in a battle position, armed with ninja stars, watching the Turtles. He was startled by the light and straightened up. "Why, hello, my sons! Why are you all so wet?" he asked innocently.

April was hanging from a rope strung from one end wall to another through the hall, just a foot or so under the ceiling. Large metal buckets of water were attached to the rope, some empty and some not. Apparently, she'd been scooting down the rope and flipping the buckets so the water would drench those below.

Donatello was by the light switch across the hall. A strip of duct tape hung from the corner of his mouth and broken rope hung at his feet. He'd been tied up but had broken free to turn on the lights.

"What is the meaning of this?" Leonardo asked angrily, waving his katana at April and the other at Splinter.

It was April that spoke, letting go of the rope and falling to the floor. "Happy April Fool's Day!"

"You've got to be kidding me," said Leonardo, a surprised look still on his face.

April fell into a fit of laughter, the hilarious events and the looks on her friends' faces finally catching up to her. "Raph, you look like you've just seen a cockroach! Your eyes are HUGE!"

"Oh, shut up." Raphael stomped back into the bedroom and slammed the door.

"This prank was not funny!" Michelangelo stomped his foot.

"Oh, Mikey, you're only afraid to admit that I'm a better prankster than you!" April condescended.

"Well," Splinter spoke, "I'd say it's been a rather eventful night, so we should all get some sleep. If I hear any more pillow fighting, all of my sons shall do 300 push-ups!"

Quickly, Leonardo, Donatello, and Michelangelo bolted into the bedroom. They leapt onto their beds and made exaggerated snoring sounds to show that they were, indeed, asleep.

Splinter chuckled, walking over to close the door on the Turtles' bedroom. "I've got to say, April, your skill at practical jokes amazes me."

"Thank you, Sensei," she replied politely.

"But now you must help me clean it all up."