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!
"BEEP. BEEP. BEEP!"
Leonardo groaned and, without opening his eyes, reached over and punched the top of Donatello's alarm clock, shutting it off. "Time to get up, guys."
With a loud yawn, Donatello sat up in his bed. "Next time, don't punch the alarm clock so hard. You could break it," he scolded Leonardo. Raphael leapt down from his top bunk without bothering to use the ladder. The three turtles waited for a moment for Michelangelo, but the last turtle did not seem to be making any effort to wake up.
"Mikey, come on!" Raphael callled up to the top bunk where the orange-masked turtle slept. There was an inaudible mumble in reply that was probably a refusal to come down.
"Rock-paper-scissors to see who has to drag him out?" Donatello suggested. Leonardo and Raphael nodded their agreement.
Leonardo lost. With a disgruntled sigh, he climbed up the ladder to Michelangelo's bed and shook his sleeping brother. "Mikey, get up." The orange-masked turtle pulled his pillow over his head, and tried to push Leonardo off him.
The blue-masked turtle tried a different tactic: force. He grasped both of Michelangelo's feet and tugged him toward the ladder to climb down. Michelangelo held on to the opposite side of his bed with all his might, like it was his only hope to live, but eventually he gave way and Leonardo got the upper hand. Clawing at the bed and hoping to find another hold, Michelangelo finally latched his hands around the top rung of his ladder. Leonardo now had his feet on the floor and was pulling Michelangelo with all the strength in him. The orange-masked turtle was almost perpendicular to the floor now, glaring at Leonardo. "I'll never get up! You hear me? Neva!"
"You're already up, Mikey!" Leonardo grunted.
"Think we should help?" Donatello asked Raphael, watching from the sidelines.
"Nah, this is quality entertainment," Raphael answered.
After a couple more minutes, though, it started to get old. Neither Leonardo or Michelangelo were giving in, each being too stubborn for their own good. Donatello and Raphael were leaning against the wall, and Splinter was calling in the brothers for breakfast, threatening that if they didn't show up soon, April was going to get every slice of bacon.
"Bacon?" Michelangelo piped, still holding on the top rung. He perked up. "I want bacon! Where'd we get bacon?"
"If you want it, you'll have to go get it!" said Leonardo, giving a strong heave. One of Michelangelo's hands let go of the rung. He didn't seem so interested in staying in bed anymore, but seemed to be refusing to get up because it was just so fun to annoy Leonardo.
Donatello left the room to go get his breakfast. "Raphael, I think your quality entertainment is going downhill," he said before he left. "Might want to cancel it."
"Yeah, you're right," Raphael said. He straightened up and strode over to Michelangelo, leaning against the ladder of the bunk bed.
Michelangelo glared at him. "Don't you dare."
"This is gonna be great," Raphael beamed. He looked over at Leonardo, who had his eyes shut tight as he tugged on Michelangelo with all his might, and grinned wickedly. Then, he pried the last remaining fingers of Michelangelo's off the ladder rung all at once.
"WOAH!" Leonardo screamed, falling backwards. He landed on his back on his bed, which wasn't so bad, until Michelangelo fell ontop of him.
"MIKEY!" Leonardo shouted, his voice muffled from his brother's leg on his face.
Michelangelo leapt off his brother and bolted down the hall, along with Raphael (who figured that he should better leave before Leonardo realized that he had forced Michelangelo to let go).
The two ran into April in the hallway. "Hi, guys," she said. "I saw that from the doorway. Really funny!"
Michelangelo nodded and looked behind him, seeing Leonardo in hot pursuit, and started running again. Raphael stayed, watching with a smile on his face as Leonardo dashed by, screaming death threats to Michelangelo.
"So, I see you cleaned up after the prank," Raphael said, glancing at the ceiling to make sure there weren't any left over buckets of water waiting to be tipped on him.
"Yup. Speaking of pranks, that one you just did was pretty good."
"Thanks, but you'd really consider that a-"
Raphael was interrupted from a very loud shout coming from the Lair. "MIKEY, I'M SO GOING TO KILL YOU!" Following it were yells from Splinter telling Leonardo to calm down.
"Well, I gotta go. Leonardo's taking my place," Raphael said, running down the hall.
A few minutes later, things had calmed down. Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello, April, and Splinter were enjoying a good eggs and bacon breakfast, and Leonardo was halfway through the 300 push-ups Splinter had ordered him to do.
"So, why are you so grumpy today?" April asked Leonardo. He didn't give an answer, too busy finishing his push-ups.
"Well, we're all sort of grumpy today," Donatello answered, looking at his food to avoid looking at April (she always made him nervous),"But Leonardo the most. How do you think he feels, having his leadership skills mocked by a prank involving buckets of water, ninja stars, and duct tape?" The purple-masked turtle rubbed his mouth where it had been taped over the night before.
"Terrible!" Leonardo yelled over to the kitchen. Splinter and April chuckled.
"And we also didn't get much sleep last night, two hours at most," Donatello added.
"I can't believe I was pranked! I'm the prank king!" Michelangelo whined. He was still upset over what had happened at midnight. April had gotten April Fool's Day started off with a bang, but he was not happy that she had. Michelangelo was regretting not keeping better track of what the dates were, then he could have prepared for a prank just as good as April's, maybe even better.
"Aw, stop whining, Mikey!" Raphael said, sneakily grabbing a piece of Donatello's bacon and popping it into his mouth.
"Prank king?" April mulled over the words, then her eyes lit up like she'd just had an idea. "Guys, let's see who really is the prank king!"
"What do you mean? It's me, of course," Michelangelo pouted.
"No, I mean, like an April Fool's Day competition. We could each do a few pranks, and if anyone falls for one, the person who pranked them gets a point. At the end of the day, the person with the most points gets a prize, and the title of Prank King-or Queen."
"A prize?" Michelangelo perked up. "What is it? Pizza, nunchucks, control of the TV remote?"
She smiled mystically. "You'll see."
Leonardo finished his push-ups, and strode stiffly over to the table. After chewing on a bit of bacon he said,"Sounds awesome. But one day? That'd be busy."
"How about a Prank Week?" Donatello suggested of the top of his head.
April beamed and looked over at the purple-masked turtle. "Great idea, Donnie!"
"R-Really, you think so?" He blushed profusely. He began stuffing his face with food to avoid saying something that would embarrass himself, like what usually happened to him around April.
Splinter said,"Remember, my sons, do not let this competition get out of hand. I do not want to lose anymore sleep. Otherwise, you are in for some very difficult training sessions."
"Yes, Sensei," Leonardo spoke for everyone.
"Master Splinter," April said,"You could participate, too. It would probably keep your sons from getting too over the top with their pranks. And it's fun!"
The sensei took a moment to think. "All right. But if I get hit with one water balloon"-he glanced at Michelangelo-"someone will be doing twice as many push-ups as Leonardo just did."
"487?" Michelangelo asked. There was a groan of unison around the table.
"Math, Mikey-style," Raphael chuckled, chewing on a piece of bacon he'd stolen from Leonardo and propping his feet up on the table casually.
"No, it would be six-hundred, doofus!" Donatello scolded his orange-banded brother,"Because three-hundred multiplied by-why am I still talking to you?"
"Dude, you should really learn by now,"Michelangelo smiled, giving Donatello a playful punch on the shoulder.
"All right, back to the subject," April announced. "I'll keep track of everyone's points on this." She held up a slightly wrinkled piece of notebook paper from her pocket. She hunched over and made sections on it, using a multi-colored pen. Orange for Michelangelo, red for Raphael, blue for Leonardo, purple for Donatello, brown for Splinter, yellow for herself, and, just for fun, green for Spike.
"Prank Week will officially start after breakfast. Remember, everyone is expecting to be pranked, so they will have their guard up. Try to be sly,"Splinter instructed.
"Dudes, I'm so gonna win!" Michelangelo jeered, fist-pumping. "Then everyone will see I am the true ruler of pranks!"
April gave herself and Splinter a point on the paper, one for Donatello, and one for Raphael. They were for the pranks that had already been done. "Mikey, Leo, and Spike better hurry up! They'll be left in the dust." April, Splinter, Raphael, and Donatello laughed. They seemed like the winners, making fun of the losers, as if the fate of the war was already obvious.
Michelangelo stuck out his bottom lip and folded his arms, pouting. "You'll see! I'm going to win!"
"No, I'll beat you in a landslide," April trash-talked. "It's in my name. A name like April is perfect for the queen of April Fools Day!"
For a moment, Michelangelo seemed stumped, then his eyes lit up. "Well, no one calls me 'Prank-star Mikey' for nothing!" He leaned back and folded his arms, trying to look cool and serious.
Raphael chuckled. "Dude, no one calls you that."
