If you have an idea for a prank that April, Leo, Mikey, Raph, Donnie, Splinter, or even Spike can pull, or for any team-up prank, you can tell it me and I might consider putting it in!
Leonardo deflected a blow from Raphael's sai, grunting in effort as he held his katanas against the opposing weapon to keep it away from his face. With one subtle, swift movement he pushed forward and flung the sai out of his brother's hand, with the sound of clanging metal and Raphael growling in anger at losing the fight. Splinter, watching the sparring from across the room, held up a hand, palm forward, to signal that the training session was over. Leonardo slipped his katanas into their holders, as did Raphael with his sais, and strode over to sensei, walking around Donatello and Michelangelo, who were still heatedly sparring, not having noticed Splinter signal to stop.
"That move was sloppy, Mikey!" Donatello scolded Michelangelo, dodging a blow from his brother's nunchucks.
"Oh, really? Nothing's worse than your moves! What was that last one, Daki Wakare*,or a somersault?" Michelangelo once again struck out with his nunchucks. Donatello reacted by quickly holding his bo staff vertically to ward off the strike, then turning it horizontal again and hitting it forcefully against his brother's side.
Raphael, watching the sparring offhandedly, asked Splinter, "Should we stop them?"
Splinter chuckled. "No, let them continue. They look to be relieving themselves of the stress the Prank War has been putting on them."
At that moment, Michelangelo came crashing to the ground, mumbling insults to Donatello under his breath. Before he could get up, however, Donatello placed his foot on his shell, pushing his brother back to the ground, while grinning proudly. "It was Daki Wakare, Mikey, not that you'd know. You've never performed it right in your life."
"Good work, my sons!" Splinter called. Michelangelo and Donatello looked up, and quickly realized they'd been late to finish up their sparring. They rushed over to Splinter.
The sensei gave each of his sons a few helpful pointers, then, before they exited the dojo, said,"I am glad we established this hour training session to be prank-free. I noticed how well you all did knowing that you didn't have to worry about water balloons hitting your face, or ropes catching you and suspending you in the air. I am proud of your hard work."
"Yeah," Raphael agreed big-headedly,"My work was pretty good."
"That's a first,"mumbled Michelangelo sarcasitcally, rolling his eyes.
Splinter led his sons out of the dojo, through the main part of the Lair, and into the kitchen. On the way, they passed April, who was asleep in front of the television, the sleep she'd missed the night before finally having caught up to her.
The sensei and his sons each had a cup of tea, like they always did after training sessions. For the most part, the next few minutes were quiet, except for when Donatello and Michelangelo got into a heated debate about whether or not the purple-masked turtle had won their spar, since Splinter had cut it short. The argument grew huge very quickly and stopping it involved a large amount of shouting from Leonardo and Splinter, plus Raphael whacking Donatello over the head with a spoon.
After the argument, it once again got very quiet, and, this time, suffocatingly awkward. It was when Michelangelo tried to imitate cricket chirping noises that Splinter stood up. His sons watched him intently, since their master standing up was the most exciting thing to happen in the last five minutes.
Splinter strode to the cuphoard, opened it, and pulled out a large, circular cake, covered in blue, red, purple, and orange icing. Each turtle's eyes got enormous at the sight of the dessert, and they hardly listened as Splinter explained what it was for. "I made this earlier today and it is to celebrate the wonderful practical jokes that took place yesterday. I am proud of my sons and April for being so creative."
No one in the room really took into mind what Splinter had said, because they were all too busy clamoring for the cake, which Splinter held out of their reach, saying he'd let them have a slice when someone brought April into the kitchen to enjoy it with them.
And with that, Michelangelo bent forward and bellowed at the top of his voice,"APRIL, COME GET SOME CAKE!" His brothers, with their ears covered, glowered at him. "What? It saves time!"
April slowly walked into the room, tiredly rubbing her eyes. "Wuh?" Her eyes caught on the cake and finally she registered what was going on. "Guys, are you really going to fall for this?"
"Totally!" Michelangelo beamed, eyeing the delicious dessert, mesmerized by it.
"Donatello, would you do the honors?" asked Splinter, handing his son a knife to cut the cake with.
"Certainly, Sensei!" Donatello grabbed the knife. The rest of the turtles dug out plates and anxiously watched.
Dontello slowly slid the knife into the cake, sliced deeper, and deeper, until...
There was an earsplitting POP, and the dessert exploded with tremendous force, slathering the walls, table, ceiling, floor, and every occupant of the room with cake. Donatello had gotten the worst dose of cake, almost his entire upper body covered with it, but April and Splinter got a large amount less, since they'd had enough since to back off a bit, knowing what was going to happen.
The turtles were still for a moment, Donatello wearing an expression of confusion mingled with terror, and his brothers were still holding out the plates they had expected to be heaped with cleanly cut cake slices. But instead, most of the plates had been missed and the turtles holding them were slathered in the delicacy, in an ironic sort of way.
Finally someone talked, and it was Donatello. His voice was shaky, as if he'd gone through the scariest moment of his life, but someone outsmarting him probably was the worst thing he could imagine. "B-but how? How did you you d-do it, Splinter?"
"Easy,"answered the sensei, looking uncharacteristically cocky. "I made the cake but left a large hollow circle in the middle, then I stuck an uninflated balloon in there and blew it up. When you cut down in the cake, you hit the balloon, so it popped and set the cake everywhere."
"Wow,"marveled Michelangelo,"And I thought only Donatello could pull off sciency pranks."
April, trying to control her giggles, looked at the Prank War scoresheet on the refridgerator and made a mark in Splinter's box. The turtles all sighed exhaustively and April walked out of the room behind Splinter.
Donatello glowered angrily even after Splinter was long gone, unbelievably angry that he'd been outsmarted. Raphael, standing next to his purple-banded brother, nodded with him, and simultaneously they said,"Splinter's so dead."
"This is getting interesting," chuckled Leonardo.
Michelangelo shrugged, saying," Yeah, but it needs more backflips."
I chose the martial arts move Daki Wakare to mention in this chapter because there is a small fun-fact to it. The ground version of this move is known as the "turtle turnover".*
Partial credit for this awesome practical joke goes to Loving Leo, who gave me the idea.
Also, the last line in this chapter is a reference to a conversation Donnie and Mikey had at the beginning of the episode "Monkey Brains", just in case you didn't get it.
Expect another chapter soon, sorry this one took so long!
