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! Right now, I am searching for the perfect prank for Splinter to do. I had one but it sort of fell apart so I am excepting ideas.

Enjoy the chapter!


"Truce?" Michelangelo asked, holding his hand out to shake.

April considered him for a moment, scrutinizing. She wasn't exactly sure she wanted a team-up prank; she had never planned on one. After all, she wanted to prove she could win the Prank War without help. But, on the other hand, Michelangelo would be a helpful asset to the next practical joke she was planning. Finally, she shook his hand. "Just for this one prank. Then we're rivals again."

"Oh, we are going to be so dead for doing this," giggled Michelangelo, "But it'll be worth it!"


April lay awake on her mattress, not tired in the least, even though she hadn't slept all night. She was too excited. The thought of pulling the prank that she was going to made her giddy. Impatiently, she looked up at Donatello's self-assembled alarm clock, saw that it read 2:34 a.m. April had said she'd meet Michelangelo in the Lair to prepare for the prank in about thirty minutes.

She thought over the practical joke and double-checked for any possible mistakes that could be made for it, satisfied that she found none. Eyes drifting, she saw Michelangelo asleep in his bed above Donatello's, with one leg hanging pretty far off the side and dangling not-so-high above Donatello's head. Smirking to herself, April wondered how Michelangelo was containing his excitement for the team-up prank, after all, it was going to be huge. But, she remembered, he did do practical jokes quite often so maybe this one was no different...

It seemed like hours, but finally did the alarm clock hit 3 a.m. The second it did, Michelangelo, who'd been fast asleep a second before, leapt out of bed and landed close to April in a quiet ninja-like way. "Ready?" he whispered. She nodded back and stood up, stretching. Her eyes scanned the room, making sure everyone else was still asleep, and found that they were. But just in case, she stuffed her pillows underneath her blankets to make it look like she was still there, incase someone woke up (her mattress was on the floor between the two turtles' bunkbeds-since there wasn't any room for her to sleep anywhere else in the Lair-so it would be very noticable that she was gone if Leonardo, Donatello, or Raphael happened to wake up).

Michelangelo and April walked out of the room and the turtle led the way down the dark hall. From under the kitchen table, the two pulled out a couple buckets of blue paint they'd stolen from Donatello's lab and hidden there late last night. They'd wanted to use pink paint for the prank but Donatello only had blue.

"Shh!" Michelangelo warned April on their way to Splinter's room, after she'd accidentally hit her paint bucket against the wall. She shhhed him back, then he did the same to her and it broke out into an all-out shhhing war in a mere ten seconds. Only did it stop when they reached the door to Splinter's room. "I win!" Michelangelo whisper-cheered, having said the last "shh".

Quietly, April slid open Splinter's door and snuck across the room, Michelangelo tip-toeing like a cartoon character behind her. They set the buckets down about seven feet away from Splinter's sleeping form and April fished a long string she'd been saving for the prank out of her pocket. She had Michelangelo take it and jump onto one of the rafters near the ceiling right above Splinter, and then, using a small table Splinter had as a step-stool, April handed the orange-masked turtle the two paint buckets. He sat them down on the rafter and tied his end of the string through both of the handles on the buckets(she had to remind him how to tie the knot).

After Michelangelo was back on the ground and one end of the string was tied to the bucket handles, April took the other end and tightly tied it around Splinter's right ankle, being as quiet and gentle as she could, so as not to wake him. Then, she stood up and examined the set up. "Okay," she said, satisfied. "If Splinter even moves his right foot anytime while he's sleeping or when he wakes up, the buckets will tip and paint will splash all over him!" She handed another string to Michelangelo and he jumped back up to the rafters and tied one of its ends onto the paint buckets again and jumped down. April then tied that string's other end to an on/off lever on a house fan Splinter had a few feet away, to the left of the rafter. Then, she took a little cylinder full of glitter from her pocket and slipped its lid off, positioning it inside some bars behind the house fan's propellors. "Know what will happen here, Mikey?" April asked once she was done.

"Not the faintest idea."

April rolled her eyes dramatically and explained. "Once the paint buckets tip over, they'll pull on the other string that's attached to the fan's on switch. The fan will start working and blow the glitter from the cylinder that's sitting behind the propellors. The glitter will land on Splinter after the paint does so he'll end up all blue and glittery! Also, the string tied to the fan will anchor the buckets so that when they tip and spill paint, the buckets themselves won't fall off the rafter and land on Splinter."

"Woah, you're a genius!" praised Michelangelo,"I can see why Donnie likes you."

"What was that?" April jerked her head to look at the turtle.

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing."

"Oookay." April brushed a small amount of glitter and paint off her clothes. "We should be going, or Splinter will hear us talking and wake up."

"Gotcha Mrs. Einstein."


Michelangelo eyes flickered open and landed on the alarm clock. 5:04 a.m. He chuckled silently, remembering that Splinter woke the turtles' up for breakfast and training every weekday at exactly 5:00 a.m. It hadn't happened today because he and April had turned off Splinter's alarm clock while they were in his room during the night, as another part of the prank.

The others began awakening soon after Michelangelo. April first, who smiled and winked at her partner in crime, then Leonardo, Raphael, and Donatello. Together, the five made there way to the kitchen, expressing their questions about Splinter not coming to awake them like he always does every weekday (their body clocks were practically programmed to wake up at around 5:00 a.m. from Monday-Friday by now, even if Splinter didn't tell them to).

They had simple cereal for breakfast and decided to wait until Splinter woke up to move to the dojo for training. No one volunteered to actually go into his room and wake him because the last person who had woken Splinter up themselves had gotten whacked with his cane.

"What is taking Splinter so long?" Leonardo groaned, laying the back of his head down on the kitchen table. He saw April and Michelangelo smiling mischeviously and asked,"What did you two do?"

"You'll see," squeaked Michelangelo, breaking into silent giggles for no apparent reason. Leonardo raised his eyebrow ridges, suspicious.

The next five minutes were silent, since no one could come up with anything to say. "...Should we send someone to wake him?" Raphael finally asked,"If so, I volunteer Mikey."

"No way!" Michelangelo protested,"I've still got a huge bruise from the last time I woke him up!"

Just as Raphael was about to retort, there was a loud "AAAAH!" from Splinter's room. Immediately, everyone sat up straighter, tension filling the room.

"Don't worry, Sensei! We're coming!" called Leonardo, beginning to dash to the hall.

"No, no. Stay where you are. I'm coming," came Splinter's voice, with a hint of annoyance in it.

There was the slow creak of Splinter's door opening and the sounds of his footsteps plodding down the hall. He met wide-eyed stares when he finally stepped into the kitchen. Why? Well, for starters, he was blue from head to toe, even on his robe, with paint dripping onto the floor. Then there was the large dose of pink glitter over the paint. When the turtles and April saw him, there was an immediate outbreak of laughter, and Splinter had to wait several minutes until the giggles and jokes died down.

Before anyone could start it again, Splinter asked,"Who pulled this prank?"

Leonardo scanned the room, seeing no one else claiming the practical joke as theirs. He made eye contact with Michelangelo, who he knew had actually pulled the prank but was waiting for the right time to announce it. Leonardo smiled mischeviously at Michelangelo and the orange-masked turtle glared so hard at him in return it looked like he was trying to melt his brother with x-ray vision. Leonardo, taking that as an approval to claim the prank as his own, shouted "I did the prank, Sensei!" and raised his hand eagerly.

That caused an uproar among the turtles and April.

"You couldn't pull a prank to save your life!" argued Raphael, slamming a fist down on the table angrily.

"That is so wrong!" Michelangelo yelled. He shouted that he and April had done it but no one else heard that part because Raphael shouted something else on the top of his lungs at that moment, an exclaimation better left unwritten.

"It seems that this prank was technically strategized and highly complex, produced from a mind of science," Donatello lectured like a professor. "You, Leo, do not have a mind of science." Though, he was not heard over the loud shouts and screams from the others, half of them from Leonardo, defending himself.

"Blue's my color!" Leonardo shouted pathetically, pointing to his mask. " Splinter is blue! So it was obviously me!" Apparently, he didn't have any other arguments for his side because he kept shouting that over and over.

Splinter remained calm throughout the entire ordeal, and spoke only after it had died out. "I am quite sure it was not Leonardo. But nice try, my son." Immediately, the blue-masked turtle looked down at his feet shamefully.

"Come, I shall show you." Splinter turned and started walking back to his room, gesturing for April and his sons to follow.

Soon everyone was in Splinter's room and were in awe at all the complex pieces that had helped accomplish the hilarious idea of turning Splinter blue. Donatello, seeing how amazingly complicated the set up was, placed his hands on his hips matter-of-factly and said,"Well, that settles it. I set this up while sleeping walking." His brothers groaned in exasperation and Raphael even face-palmed. "What?" Donatello defending his idea, "No one else here has the brains to set up something this complex!" That made his brothers glower at him instead.

"Actually," Michelangelo piped up, rubbing the back of his head nervously. "It was April and me. So we both get a point."

"Bingo," said Splinter.

Donatello's jaw dropped so low it was a miracle it didn't hit the floor. "Mikey did something...smart?" Then, his eyes caught on April. Under his breath, he mumbled,"My sweet princess is a genius."

"What?" April asked.

"Nothing!" Donatello blurted. Raphael, who was standing beside him, snickered uncontrollably.

"Hey! You never said we could do team-ups for pranks!" Leonardo pouted uncharacteristally, glowering at April and folding his arms.

"I never said we couldn't, either."

Leonardo's eyes lit up and he unfolded his arms. "Well, that solves a ton of problems for me."

"Master Splinter?" April asked. "How did you know it was me and Mikey who did the prank?"

"Simple. I heard you talking in my room while I was asleep," he replied, chuckling.

"Then why did you let yourself fall for the prank if you knew how it worked and everything?"

"It was just too good of a practical joke to let fail."

(Scoreboard: Donnie: 2 Splinter: 1 April: 2 Mikey: 3 Raph: 1 Leo: 0 Spike: 0)

Partial credit for this beautiful prank goes to Amywxue. I did some major revisions but it was still her that gave me the basic idea. So, a big thanks to her!