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Now, when I have your attention, I'd like you to do me, and Sweden, a favour. Visit my profile to see what it is. And don't forget to copy the bunny rabbit there to help him take over the world!

Oh, and by the way – some of the people that left reviews for chapter 1 were a little confused, since they didn't know how I know Swedish. Well, the answer is: I am Swedish. Have been for all my life, and probably it'll never change. It even stands on my profile.

IMPORTANT NOTE: This fanfic will contain plenty of weird things about Sweden – at least, it might seem weird to all of you foreigners out there. So, I'll give you a tip about a website – www . sweden . se – which is very good, it clearly explains in what kind of country I sit and type down this little piece of art for your amusement. So, go visit that page. There are facts about Swedish food, our royalty, myths about us, environment, politics and other stuff. Send me a pm/e-mail if there's something you cannot find, and I'll try to help you out.

Chapter 2: Yellow Buns and Hysterical Brothers

Donatello woke up and yawned. "Jag känner mig utvilad," (1) he said to himself. "Jag undrar vad klockan är?" (2)

He spotted the alarm clock on his bedside table. 3:40 am. He frowned. "Jösses, inte mer? Jag är för pigg för att somna om. Vad ska jag göra nu då?" (3)

Then, he saw the calendar on the wall. It was opened on December. The dates 1-12 each had a big red X over them. Don gasped. "Det måste vara den trettonde december idag! Hur kunde jag glömma det? Och varför ligger jag här, jag har massor att göra!" (4) He dashed out of his room and into the kitchen.

Splinter woke up when his hyper-sensitive nose cached a smell that was completely new to him. Burnt popcorn? No. Michelangelo attempting to cook pasta again? No, not that one either. The mutated rat decided to investigate, put on his kimono and exited his room, where upon he almost collided with his second youngest son.

"Ah, good morning Raphael. I take it that this strange smell woke you up too?"

"Ya bet it did, Sensei. What's Mike done now?"

Before Splinter could answer, the mentioned turtle in orange showed up. Raph glared and advanced on him. Mikey started to back away.

"What did I do?"

"Well, that's what I'd like to know!" Raph said in a threatening tone. Fortunately for Mike, Splinter cleared his throat and Raphael decided not to kill his little brother for exposing his nostrils to this new odour.

Right then, Leo joined them. "Good morning Sensei, morning Raph, Mikey. What smells?" He sniffed the air, as the smell suddenly got stronger. Then they heard a sound from behind them, and looked up.

What they saw made them all wonder if they'd eaten some mouldy pizza last night, which now gave them hallucinations.

Donatello was slowly walking towards them. In his hands, he held a tray, on which lay gingerbread cookies in the shape of hearts and little men. There was also a plate full of buns that actually were yellow. And when I say yellow, I mean YELLOW. Yellow like the yellow paint Michelangelo had once used to write 'I love bunny rabbits' on Raphael's shell when he was asleep. The buns had a weird shape that could be seen as cats, if you looked at them from the right angle.

But the most spectacular about the sight was Don himself. He wore a long white gown, and he'd tied a red ribbon around him instead of his belt. Some sort of crown, which held five burning candles, balanced on his head. He sang, horribly out of tune. "Natten går tunga fjät, runt gård och stuva, kring jord som sol'n förlät, skuggorna ruva, då i vårt mörka hus, stiger med tända ljus, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!" (5)

The eyes of his family members were as wide as plates, and their jaws almost hit the floor. At least, Mikey found his voice. "Geez, I knew he was mad, but I didn't know he was nuts."

Splinter abruptly turned and returned to his room. "I need to meditate on this."

Don reached his brothers, who still stood gaping at him. "Stäng munnarna innan några fåglar bestämmer sig för att bygga bo där," (6) he said merrily. "Och varför tar ni inte en lussebulle?" (7) Before they knew it, he'd stuffed a yellow bun into each of their open mouths.

Leo, Raph and Mikey all started choking, but managed to get the bread out of their mouths without too much trouble.

"What the hell is this?" Raph exclaimed and glared at the Yellow Bun of Doom. Leonardo looked quizzically at his own bun, but Michelangelo took a tentative bite. His face brightened. "Hey, this stuff is good!"

He wolfed the bun down in about two seconds. Donatello gave him another one with a smile. Raph, on the other hand, threw his over his shoulder. "There is NO WAY IN HELL I'm going to eat that." And with that, he stormed off to his room and slammed the door shut.

Donny looked at him with a disappointed frown. He turned to Leo with begging eyes. "Du kan väl smaka i alla fall?" (8)

Leo didn't understand the words, but Don's body language spoke clearly enough. He hesitantly nibbled on his bun, and was on his way to say something nice, or at least smile a bit, when he got a closer look at the strange object on Donny's head. Leonardo's eyes widened and he spitted the yellow crumbs out.

"MY MEDITATION CANDLES! YOU'VE GOT MY MEDITATION CANDLES ON YOUR HEAD!"

He lunged for his brother, who jumped back with a squeak. Mikey grabbed Leo in mid-air, tackled him to the floor and sat on him to stop Leo from making the mistake of his life. "Leo! Calm down, for Pete's sake! Take it cool!"

But the leader of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles was in no mood to calm down. "Let me at him, Mike! He's gonna pay!" He sent Don a furious glare. "DIE CANDLE-NAPPER!"

Don, horrified, stared at the crazy turtle on the floor. Mike started waving to him to make him leave the room, and he wasn't late to obey. He darted back against his bedroom, but tripped over the white gown. If Don had been his normal self, he simply would've made some kind of cool ninja move and regained his balance without losing a second, but now he fell flat on his beak. "Aj!" (9)

Michelangelo would have slapped his own forehead in desperation, if he hadn't been busy keeping Leo down. All he could do now was to groan. He watched as Don scrambled to his feet, disappeared into his room and locked the door.

"He's gone now, Leo. He's gone. Take it easy, okay?" he said soothingly, trying to stop Leo from getting hysterical – well, more hysterical than he already was.

"I wa-hant to ki-ki-kill him!" Leo's panting started to change into sobs and hiccups. Mike got off of him, now when the immediate danger seemed to be over.

"I know you want to, Leo." He helped his oldest brother to the couch, sat down beside him and patted his hand comfortingly. "I know you want to."

"He to-took m-my ca-andles!"

"Yes, he took your candles, but I'm sure he didn't mean any harm."

"But he pu-put fi-fire to them!"

The youngest turtle had never before seen his brother lose control like this. He'd never even seen him cry. This was so not Leo. It almost scared Mike to see him like this. 'Who knew that Donny taking his meditation candles would make him go off like that?' he thought. "But you have more candles, Leo. You have more candles. And you know what? I'll personally help you get some new ones, instead of those that Don put fire to. How does that sound?" He smiled encourageingly.

Leo looked at him and stopped crying. "You really mean that, Mikey?"

"Yes, I really mean that."

Mike's eyes widened when Leo threw his arms around him. "Oh Mike, you're the best brother in the whole wide world!"

"Eh… no problem, bro."

Meanwhile, in Don's bedroom, the olive-green turtle sat on the bed and tried to figure out how everything could go so wrong, just like that. 'Jag blev faktiskt nöjd med de där lussebullarna. Killen i orange verkade också gilla dem. Varför blev han i blått så upprörd?' (10) 'Folket här är verkligen underliga!' (11)

I bet you're wondering what on Earth Donny's doing, eh? Well, there is this Swedish tradition, Lucia, which we celebrate the 13th of December each year. If you go to www . sweden . se / templates / cs / Common Page 11421 . aspx (There are four underlines between 'Page' and '11421' though!) you might understand it a little better.

1.I feel thoroughly rested.

2.Wonder what time it is?

3.Geez, not more? I'm feel too alerted to go back to sleep. What to do now?

4.It must be the 13th of December today! How could I forget? And why am I lying here, I've got tons of things to do!

5.This is a song, as far as I know it doesn't exist in English and there is no chance in hell that I'd be able to translate it properly. Sorry. It's called Natten går tunga fjät or simply The Lucia song.

6.Close your mouths before some birds decide to nest in them.

7.And why don't you have a saffron bun?

8.Can't you at least try it?

9.Ouch!

10.I actually got satisfied with those saffron buns. The guy in orange seemed to like them too. Why did the one in blue get so upset?

11.These people really are strange!

I cut my left thumb quite deep the other day when I was attacking a defenceless apple with a kitchen knife, and it bled like hell (I had to change plaster twice within twenty minutes!). It doesn't hurt that much now, but still, a kind review would make me feel better… (hint, hint)

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