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Mikey was SO bored. He couldn't take this misery! Mikey had a nightmare, unbeknownst to his brothers he never outgrew his nightmares, but he is used to them now so it wasn't a big deal. However, he couldn't fall back asleep and after about two hours of twisting and turning, he decided to get up and do something. The problem is, what do to? His boredom was going to drive him crazy! None of his brothers were up, even Donnie, who was infamous for staying up late, was passed out at his desk. Mikey walked in the lab hoping for another late night chat with his brother, which usually ended up in fits of delirious 3 a.m giggles, but the poor purple turtle was slumped over his desk, drooling.

Mikey sighed and sat in the rolling chair, spinning slowly. So bored. What to do? What to do? As he spun, his eyes trailed along the lab. It was cluttered with equipment, some big and some small. Some broken and some still in progress. Papers of inventions, ideas, and equations are everywhere, mostly on the desk but some found their way to other parts of the room. Part of Don's desk however, was completely clean. Mikey smiled because he knew that that is were he normally sat when he was hanging around Donnie in the lab. Sometimes the purple masked brother would complain that Mikey was bothering or annoying him, but this is proof that Don actually enjoyed Mikey's company, and kept the spot clean on purpose. Books were stacked in clumps and spread about in the room, some of them were even open. Mikey was smart, smarter then his brothers think sometimes, but the things in these books go over his head. A long bed like counter is close to the desk for when one of the turtles needed Dr. Don. Some medical equipment was shoved near it as well. A medium sized whiteboard was always moving around depending on where Donnie was, right now it was resting near an invention that the turtle genius has been working on.

Something caught Mikey's eyes however. As the chair spun and his eyes rested near the lab doors, leaning against the wall next to it was the long, purple wrapped staff. Donnie's Bo. Mikey got an idea. He stood up, grabbed the back rest of the chair and walked towards the doors. He picked up the Bo and opened the door, he wasn't to worried about being quiet because even though Donnie's sleeping schedule was erratic, when he did sleep, it would take a blow horn to wake him up, that or coffee. Mikey held the door open with his foot, pushing the rolling chair out into the open lair. It rolled slightly and Mikey followed it with a quick run and then jumped. He landed on top of the chair and set his feet so he wouldn't fall.

Mikey put the staff on the ground and pushed it backwards. The chair moved forward and Mikey used the Bo to direct it like a row boat. He smiled and practiced getting used to navigating the chair around. He rolled around the lair, spinning and smiling. His eyes caught the uneven piece of ground near the pit area. It poked out slightly from a crack.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Michelangelo for the Olympic Gold, will he be the next World Champion Pole vaulter?" Mikey said out loud to no one in particular.

Then he pushed the Bo down hard and fast, repeating the movements to gain speed. His eyes were set on the divot in the ground that poked out. Mikey has tripped over this thing so many times, but now it will be for his entertainment. As he closed in on the uneven ground quickly, he picked up the Bo and let the chair roll. Then timing correctly, he jammed it into the cracked ground and used the staff to propel him forward. He felt his feet fly of the chair as the staff launched him the air, flinging him forward. Mikey released the Bo and felt his body fly across the room.

Oh this is glorious! Who says turtles can't fly? The wind in my face! This is awesome!

Or at least it was, until Mikey was still soaring in the air and heading towards the Dojo wall, head first. Oh no. Turning less glorious now.

Mikey flailed his arms and legs, trying to stop his bodies momentum but it didn't work. His path was set. He closed his eyes and accepted his fate.

"Ah shell." Mikey said seconds before his body hit the wall hard, he heard a loud cracking sound. He peeked open an eye and looked around, "Ah double shell.."

"Hey Leo? Have you seen my Bo?" Donnie said rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Don looked first towards the counter at the coffee maker, an routine response in search for his daily coffee. But his coffee would have to wait until he found his Bo staff, at least for right now. Leo was at the kitchen table, a bowl of Cocoa puffs sitting in front of him. Leo was in mid crunch of his cereal and happily enjoying the chocolatey goodness. Leo looked up at Donnie with bright eyes but just shrugged and inhaled another spoonful of Cocoa Puffs. Donnie sighed and walked out of the kitchen, hoping to have more luck in the living room. The first thing that caught his eye was Raph. He was just standing in the middle of the room, just staring at something. His arms were crossed and his expression was a mixture between confusion, amusement, and downright appalled.

"Hey Raph have you seen my...what are you looking at?" Don asked and following Raph's gaze. Donnie blinked once, rubbed his eyes again to make sure he still wasn't sleeping, and then gave out a giant annoyed sigh.

"Uh, Leo." Donnie said, "Come look at what Raph found." He heard a shuffle from the kitchen as Leo walked into the open Lair, his cocoa puffs still in one hand and a spoon in the other. He was still crunching on the cereal as he walked towards his brother. He swallowed visibly,

"What did Raph-" His question was cut off as Donnie sharply grabbed Leo's head and turned it to look at the sight in front of them. Leo's first expression matched the other two brothers, but then he let out a similar sigh to Donnie's,

"You know, I am not surprised at this point."

The first thing to notice is a shell. Sticking out from the Dojo wall, arms lazily spread across the ground and legs tucked under, supporting his body. The head was missing, disappearing between sections of cracked wood. He looked like an egg with arms. As they walked towards the lower half of his body, Donnie noticed his Bo staff, laying a couple feet in front of his lab's rolling chair. Don picked it up and shook his head, knowing exactly what happened. Pole vaulting, again.

They all walked in the dojo and saw their brothers head poking through the wall, body not in sight. His head was sagging and tilted down, his eyes were closed. Surprisingly, he was sleeping soundly, muttering a little. They all stared in silence, unsure what to think. Then in unison, they all burst out laughing. Hard. Ab hurting laughter. The sound of the howls startled and woke up Mikey. His eyes snapped open and he looked up.

"What? Where am I?" He looked up and his face fell from the sight. Oh yeah.

Raph was using Leo as a support, and held a hand over his chest, laughing so hard he could hardly breathe. Leo was wiping tears from his eyes and Donnie's laughter brought him to the ground, kicking his legs in the air as he held his stomach.

How embarrassing. His neck was sore from sleeping at such an awkward angle and the wall was digging into his neck slightly. His body was aching and uncomfortable, he could barely move. And now he will never be able to live this down. His brothers will make fun of him...forever. He looked around and noticed that he was in the Dojo, well, at least his head was.

"Donnie...get the camera." Raph said in between laughs. Mikey glared at his brother but decided to let them laugh. As their hooting and howling died down, Mikey eventually spoke,

"Ha. Ha. Can you please help me now? I am a little stuck."

"I think I like you better this way." Raph said, trying to suppress a giggle, "You make a good wall decoration."

"Stop it."

"Mikey Mikey on the wall, whose the fairest of them all?"

"I can still kick all your shells even stuck!" Mikey glared at his brothers as they started to laugh again.

"Yeah? What are you going to do? Bite me?"

"Come here and found out!"

"Alright, enough." Leo said, but he was still giggling. He turned to Donnie with a huge smile on his face,

"Well?"

"Why do I always have to get Mikey out of things?" Donnie sighed and bent down to examine the wall.

"Have you tried pulling yourself out?" Donnie asked.

"Do you not know the meaning of the word stuck? It means..I CAN'T MOVE." Mikey snapped.

"You know, an attitude like that won't get you anywhere." Donnie tsked but smiled at his brothers obvious annoyance, "I'll be right back." Donnie exited the Dojo and headed towards his lab. Mikey sighed and looked at Raph and Leo, they both were looking back at Mikey, trying to hide their laughter.

"Oh come on, it's not THAT funny." Mikey said.

"If only you could see yourself little brother. You have given us something to hold against you for life." Leo said shaking his head and repeating Mikey's previous thoughts. Mikey's face worked into a frown and it was quiet for a moment. That is until Mikey felt a tickling sensation on his forehead, it pricked and annoyed a spot. Oh no! Not an itch! He scrunched his face thinking that would help, but it didn't. Unfortunately his arms were on the other side of the wall.

"uh...Raph?"

"What?"

"Can you scratch my forehead? It itches?"

Raph let out a loud snarky laugh.

"No."

"Come on bro! Help a turtle out!" Raph was grinning from ear to ear.

"This is payback."

"For what?"

"For all the pranks ya bonehead."

"Me? Pranks? I'm a little innocent angel! Hey it's even apart of my name." Mikey smiled sweetly but was still pained by the itch. Leo rolled his eyes and kneels down in front of Mikey, scratching his forehead.

"A little to the left, no the other left...right there! ahhhh." Mikey's face twisted into relief.

Donnie came back into the Dojo, holding a small handsaw.

"Um excuse me but, what the shell are you planning to do?" Mikey asked with a horrified expression. Donnie glanced at the chain saw and then back at his brother, squinting his eyes,

"Oh I'm just going to cut off your head. Turn you into a shrunken head... What do you think I am going to do? I am getting you out of there." Donnie said sarcastically and made his way to stand in front of Mikey.

"Unless you want to stay like this? at least you can watch us train." Donnie smirked and Mikey stuck out a tongue. "Leo push his head down so I have more room." Donnie commanded. Donnie placed the saw in the cracked wall, the smooth edge of the saw almost laying against Mikey's neck, and carefully started to move the saw back and forth cutting sideways. He cut off a good inch of the wall but that was all that was needed to free Mikey's head.

Mikey pulled his head out and cracked his neck, stretching and moving his body.

"FREEDOM!" He yelled and started running around the lair. The three turtles watched through the hole, standing in the dojo and looking at the lair.

"What a bonehead." Raph shook his head and Donnie smiled, fiddling with the saw.

"Leonardo. What happened to the wall?" A confused yet commanding voice startled the boys. They all gasped and turned around, staring up at their Sensei and father.

"Well..you see.." Leo started, 'why do I always have to explain things?' Leo thought to himself. He took a deep breath, "Long story short master, Mikey got his head stuck in the wall"

Sensei blinked once and looked through the hole where his youngest son was yelping and running around. Leo knew that Mikey was in trouble. Poor turtle.

"I see. it will Michelangelo's responsibility to repair the wall as soon as possible." it was quiet for a moment, only the sounds of a joyful Mikey filled the silence.

"Did you at least get a picture?" Sensei asked suddenly and surprised his sons. Leo, Donnie, and Raph all looked at each other with shock, then broke out into another fit of laughs.

I enjoy this one! It doesn't make me laugh as hard as the last one. Maybe it's because the last one was personal to me, but this one is entertaining. Also I am not sure exactly what the Dojo wall is made out of..I guessed either some kind of papery substance or wood, in this story I used wood.

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