Splinter released his young charges from training, and let them sit on the floor of the dojo, panting for breath. Perhaps today they would be to tired to cause mayhem.
Splinter traveled back to his bedroom, setting out a mat and lighting some candles. Two of his sons were well suited for some weapons, what about his other two?
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"Let's play!" Mikey announced. This statement was quickly agreed with Raphael, but Donatello slunk out of the dojo, unplugged the toaster and pulled it into a darker corner of the living room. Leonardo turned his beak up, and said they should stay quiet for their father.
"But we did what Master Splinter wanted us to all morning!" Mikey whined. "You're it," he said, tagging Raph, and bolting.
"Not if I have any say!" Raph yelled, hitting Leonardo. "Yer it, fearless."
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CRASH.
Master Splinter sighed, knowing that either Raphael or Michelangelo had caused it. He slowly got up, sighed again, and made his way to the door. Sure enough, there was a lamp on the floor. Leonardo looked annoyed, Donatello fearful, and Raphael, guilty.
And Michelangelo?
Spinning a pillow in his hand.
Like he would a staff.
He also seemed to be oblivious to any damage.
"Look Master Splinter! I learned a new trick." He flipped up another pillow, and started spinning it in his other hands. Michelangelo had excellent balance and hand-eye coordination, much better put to use with nun chucks-
SLAP.
Perhaps the hand-eye coordination needed some work. Both pillow fell to the ground and his son looked disoriented for a second. Splinter sighed.
"Leonardo, please clean up the lamp shards. Raphael, Michelangelo, please put the living room back together."
...And Donatello, please put the toaster back together."
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Couldn't resist.