A/N: My sad, sad attempt at fluff. I should just stick to the emotional crap. -.-'
Disclaimer: Maybe if I turn off the lights and listen really hard, I'll be able to hear them! Wait… that might be a little hard since I don't live in New York. I'll just have to live with the t.v. show. :(
As Donny exits his lab he is shocked to see not only one brother, but all three of his brothers clustered together in his room - sound asleep. They were all sleeping at awkward angles and would most likely wake up with pins and needles.
"Serves them right." He thinks unhappily, "After what they did to my microscope! Broken into tiny pieces. It will never work again and they don't grow on trees!" Determinedly he walks over to his siblings, planning to kick them out of his room but something catches his eye.
"What the…" he whispers, confused. It was his microscope, or what used to be his microscope. It would appear that the guys had tried to fix it with a hot glue gun and duct tape, the end result being what looked like a 3D jigsaw puzzle put together by a five year old.
'I'm sorry.' The broken microscope seems to say. It warms him to see the effort they put into trying to fix it, despite the disastrous result. A smile starts to stretch across his face and he grabs the blanket from his bed. He tucks it around his brothers, falling asleep among them with the smile still plastered to his face.