Happy Easter everyone (yes, I know it's a bit late)! Sorry for not updating sooner, but I was dragged out to our cottage by my "beloved" parents, which meant No Computer. But now I'm back!

Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT. I do not own the national ice hockey teams of Sweden or the US either. (Honestly, if I did, do you think that I'd be here by now, writing pointless fanfics for your amusement? I'd be in London or Canada or Ireland or Australia (so? Those are the places I'd love to go to!), spending my fortune on more or less necessary things like my own personal harem with tons of sexy boys and… eh… okay, I'll shut up now.)

Chapter 4: A Simple Game of Ice Hockey

Don entered the lair and heaved Leo off his shoulder and onto the couch, handling his older brother as if he was a sack of potatoes. Splinter heard it and came out from the bathroom, where he had been dipping new candles in the bathtub.

"My sons?" When he saw Leo on the couch, he rushed forward and sat down beside him. "Leonardo? Are you alright?" When his oldest son didn't answer, the rat turned to his second oldest and gave him a quizzical look.

"Han fick något sorts anfall och började rabbla nonsensord samtidigt som han fick ett lätt besatt utseende," (1) Don explained. "Jag bestämde mig för att göra något åt det innan han gjorde sig själv illa." (2)

Of course, Splinter didn't get one word, so Don decided to use body language. He pointed to Leo, clasped his hands, smiled and started babbling. Since he didn't exactly remember the words, he just said: "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah…"

Splinter raised en eyebrow, but barely had time to open his mouth before he was interrupted by Leo's shell-cell.

"BEEP – BEEP – BEEP – BEEP – BEEP –"

Don reached for the phone, but Splinter was faster. He didn't really know what would happen if Donny answered, but he was sure that it wouldn't be anything good. He picked up the phone and pressed the red button. "Hello?"

"Master Splinter?" he heard a surprised Raphael say at the other end of the line.

"Yes, it is me."

"What're ya doin' with Leo's phone? Is everythin' alright? We were supposed to meet up ten minutes ago! Leo's never late! Even Mikey's here!"

"Leonardo is in the lair now. Something seems to have happened that was not a part of your plan."

"Wha' do ya mean?"

"Donatello brought him in five minutes ago. He is unconscious."

"Unconscious?" Here Splinter heard someone mumbling in the background, and then Raph's voice: "Shell, Mikey, I dunno what's goin' on! I was on my way to ask, but how can I do that with you hangin' ovah my shoulder?" Then a muffled "Ow, Raph! Brother abuse!"

"Sorry, Master Splinter," came Raphael's voice again. "Mikey was bein' a total idi– I mean, he said somethin' stupid."

"M-hm."

"Could ya explain that thing ya said 'bout Leo bein' out cold?"

"Well, I heard a sound and entered the living area just in time to see Donatello put Leonardo on the couch. When I tried to ask him about what had happened, he said something in Swedish and then started behaving very strange…"

"Ya know what? By some reason, I ain't surprised," Raph sighed. "Did they have Leo's katanas with 'em?"

Splinter looked around, but saw no katanas. "I am afraid not. You and Michelangelo can come home though. There is no need to search for the swords at the moment. I shall take care of that."

"Sure, Sensei. We're on our way."

Leo woke up five minutes later. He groaned and held his head. "Unh… what happened?" He opened his eyes and spotted Donatello, who sat on the floor painting a portrait of Carl von Linné using Mikey's watercolours. He whistled on something unmusical while adding about three decilitres of red paint to the picture, which now more resembled a catastrophe area than Carl von Linné. Not that it had had much of a resemblance to Linné in the first place… (AN: For more info about that dude, look at the end of the chapter.)

"Don!"

His brother stopped whistling and looked up. "Åh, du är vaken! Jag började nästan bli orolig. Hur känns det?" (3)

Leo checked the scabbards that lay on the coffee table – Splinter had taken them off his back – and noticed that his katanas weren't there. He looked at his younger brother accusingly. Donatello understood what Leo was thinking about, crossed his arms and put on that 'I-know-what's-good-for-you-look' again. "Åh nej, du får inte tillbaka dom. Vänta en åtta tio år, det dör du inte av." (4)

Leo got the message and wasn't very happy, and things might have gotten violent, if it hadn't been for Raph and Mikey who entered the lair in that moment.

"Hey, what's up?" asked Raph, but before Leo could answer, Mikey discovered what Don was doing.

"My watercolours!" He rushed forward and snatched his beloved possessions from his older brother. He put them down on the coffee table next to Leo's scabbards, where upon he saw that he now was out of yellow, green, red and black. "NO!" He pulled his bandana tails in despair.

The usually laid-back and happy turtle was royally pissed off. He swirled and pointed to Don with a shivering finger. "You. YOU! You stole my watercolours!"

Now it was Leo's and Raph's turn to save the brainy turtle from getting killed in a slow and painful way. They used the same method that Mike had used on Leo the other day – they simply pretended that their youngest brother was a couch.

"Deja-vu," said Raphael. "I've seen this situation before."

"How?" asked Leo, and shifted his weight to hold down his struggling baby brother better. "You weren't even in the room when he took my candles."

"Oh, I opened my door a little and peeked at ya." Raph smirked. "Which means that I also saw your little emotional breakdown."

Leo's eyes widened. "I don't know what you're talking about," he gulped.

"I think ya do. And another thing – ya remembah that video camera Don got for me for my birthday? I decided only to use it for special occasions… and if yesterday's event doesn't count as a special occasion, I dunno what does." Raph looked at his oldest brother with an evil glint in his eyes.

Leo's eyes widened a bit more. "You didn't."

"Oh yes, I did."

"You cannot –"

In that moment, the entrance door opened and Casey Jones stepped in. "Yo, Raph! What do ya think 'bout dat ice hockey game yesterday?"

Raph looked confused. "What're ya talking 'bou – oh, ya mean that game! Sorry, Case, but somethin' happened and I missed it."

"Ya did? Don't worry – I taped it. Ya see, my apartment got invaded by cockroaches an' I got to catch 'em all (AN: that sounded like Pokemon!), an' I understood dat I wouldn't get de time to see da match, so I taped it on DVD. Thought we could watch it here at your place."

Leonardo raised his hand. "Question: how did you manage to get your apartmentinvaded bycockroaches?"

Casey gave him a look that Leo knew all too well, and opened his mouth. Leo used his ninja speed to interrupt him. "On second thought, I don't want to know."

"Listen Case," Raph started. "T'is cool that ya taped it an' all, but the tv's broken again, and because of… eh… some complications, Don cannot fix it."

Casey raised an eyebrow. "Well, den we can use your computer instead." He looked around, and finally seemed to notice the positions they all were in – Leo and Raph sitting on an annoyed Mikey, and Don on the floor looking confused. "Eh… did I miss somethin' here?"

Raphael and Michelangelo both looked at Leonardo, their eyes saying 'You tell him.'

Leo stared back at them, sending out the message 'Why should I?'

His younger brothers' looks said 'You're the leader, it's your job.'

Leo sighed, resigned and told Casey the whole story about the electric shock, Don speaking gibberish, his weird performance in the white gown, the stealing of the candles and the katanas (here his face hardened), and the return of Raph and Mikey.

"… and Mike was going to kill Don, so we stopped him and that's when you came in."

Casey scratched his head – as we all know, he never was the brightest crayon in the box. "You're sayin'… that Donny thinks he's a Swede?"

The three turtles nodded.

"That's so cool!"

The three turtles blinked.

"'Cool'? What can you possibly find that is 'cool' with this?" asked Leo and frowned.

"I mean dat it's a cool coincidence. Dat match I taped – it's USA vs. Sweden!" Casey shook his head in wonder over the fact that Don had managed to turn into a Swede. Raph, Mikey and Leo shook their heads in wonder over Casey's stupidity. Don shook his head in wonder over nothing special.

Splinter entered the room. "Hello, Mr. Jones. What brings you here?"

"Hi, Master Splinter. I was going to watch a hockey match with Raph. Is dat okay with you?"

Splinter raised an eyebrow. "I do not see why not. Boys, I am on my way out to retrieve Leonardo's katanas. Try to behave while I am gone – and keep an eye on Donatello. I know that you are irritated with him, and that he has gotten a bad habit of stealing other people's possessions, but you must not forget that it is not his fault. Please make sure that he does not hurt himself."

"Yes, Sensei."

"Okay, Master Splinter."

"Got it."

Splinter left and Raph and Leo finally let Mikey go. The youngest turtle went to the kitchen to make some popcorn and Raph put Casey's DVD disc into the computer, which also worked as a DVD player. The sound of a screaming crowd filled the lair and caught the attention of Donatello. The purple-clad turtle went up to the big computer screen and gasped when he saw the hockey players entering the ice. "Åh, det är Tre Kronor!" (5) He sat down beside Casey on the couch.

13 minutes later, Mike Knuble from USA made the first goal. Casey and Raph shouted in joy, and Don glared at them. "Det där var bara en poäng. Innan ni vet ordet av, så kommer alla att ha en poäng!" (6)

And six minutes later, Peter Forsberg equalized with a nice shot that passed the goalkeeper Rick Di Pietro with a few inches. "JA! Härligt!" (7) Don jumped up and did a little victory dance. Raph and Casey acted very mature and stuck their tongues out at him.

As time went on, the excitement grew. Casey had a hard time sitting still, Raph's forehead glistened with sweat, and Donny was biting his nails.

The Swedish Henrik Sedin passed to his twin brother Daniel, but the puck was stopped between them by Jordan Leopold, who made USA's second goal. The goalkeeper Stefan Liv wasn't even close to catching the puck. Raph and Casey laughed and pointed, which got Don to see red. Before the vigilante and the hot-headed turtle knew it, they each got a shower of popcorn in their faces. "Hey!"

Raph and Casey each grabbed a cushion and started beating the living daylights out of Donatello, who retaliated by throwing even more popcorn on them. Leo had gone to meditate in his room and was in a deep trance at the moment so he couldn't stop them. Michelangelo had the time of his life at the sidelines. No one noticed when Samuel Påhlsson equalized again and the match ended up with the results 2-2.

"What is going on here?"

Everyone froze. Casey had Don in a headlock. Don was stuffing the human's face with popcorn. Raph looked as if he was going to bite Donny's leg.

Splinter gave them a reproaching look. "Did I not tell you to behave?"

"Sorry Master Splinter."

Leo came out from his room. "Sensei, you've got my katanas!" And sure enough – Splinter carried Leonardo's beloved swords. "How did you find them?"

"It was just a feeling I had. A true ninja is always able to find things using only his feelings."

"Really?" Mikey's eyes widened.

"Actually, no. I used my sense of smell. After all these years, your weapons do have a certain odour around them." Raphael, Leonardo and Michelangelo blushed. Casey put his hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing. Splinter frowned. "It would not hurt if you polished them every once in a while."

The turtles could take a hint. "I'll get the polish, Sensei," said Raph and took off for the bathroom. There, he stepped on a soap, lost his balance and fell – and landed in the still hot, melted candle-grease…

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Not one of my better chapters, I know. But hey, everything goes up and down!

Carl von Linné lived 1707-1778. He gave thousands of plants names in Latin and is one very famous Swede. He's on our 100-crown bill! For a picture of it, go to http / web . telia . com / u 435 059 84 / b 100 cvl2 . html (After 'http', put a colon and two slashes. Between the 'u' and the slash after 'com', there is this little sign which I don't know the name of but it looks like a reversed S that's fallen over. Hope that made sense to you. And as always, put out the spaces.)

To be honest, I couldn't care less when it comes to ice hockey. The only reason I know the names of the players is that I asked one of my best friends who knows everything on the subject. Thank you, Frida! (kisses the ground before Frida's feet)

1. He got some sort of attack and started babbling nonsense words as he got a slightly possessed look.

2. I decided to do something about it before he hurt himself.

3. Oh, you're awake! I was almost starting to get worried. How do you feel?

4. Oh no, you won't get them back. Wait about eight or ten years, you won't die from that.

5. Oh, it's Three Crowns! (AN: Three Crowns is the 'nickname' of Sweden's national hockey team. The ladies' team is called The Lady Crowns.)

6. That was just one point. Before you know it, we're all gonna have one point!

7. YES! Great!

Oh, and by the way, my thumb has healed up nicely now, no doubt thanks to your reviews!

Yours truly,

Idun