When Leonardo returned to the kitchen after taking Splinter his breakfast, he was surprised to find his red-masked brother staring at a cardboard box that was resting on the kitchen table. He dropped off a bowl in the sink and filled it up with water to soak, then looked over his shoulder again.

"Hey, Raph? What are you doing?"

His brother shot him a grin. "I think I finally scored Mike's secret stash of Sugar Bombs."

"This would be the first I've heard of it."

"He wouldn't tell you, Leo. Probably afraid you'd confiscate 'em."

"I think one box at a time should be enough to satisfy anyone. What does he need a 'stash' for?"

"Because he's Mikey. Anyway, I saw him stuffing a cereal box back in here last night, and I watched to see where he hid it."

"What are you planning on doing with it?"

"I dunno. Maybe I'll hide it somewhere else to screw with his head."

"That's one option."

"…but I was thinking I might help solve his hoarding problem by relieving some of the cereal first. How 'bout it, Leo? You want in on this action?"

The blue-masked turtle made a face. "A few sweets every now and then is one thing, but that cereal is nothing but straight sugar."

"That's what makes it so great. You gotta live dangerously sometimes, Bro."

Leo smiled tolerantly. "Why the hold up then? Why aren't you already feasting on your prize?"

"I'm working up to it. Mike wrote me a love note! You wanna see?"

Leonardo's brow creased as he leaned down to read the lettering on the box. "Property of Michelangelo, grand champion of the universe." He paused to roll his eyes. "No touching: Raphael, this means you."

"He expected me to find it, Leo. But he didn't say you couldn't open it. It would be like nothing ever happened."

"Ah, I see. You want me to do your dirty work for you."

"Well, you're supposed to police stuff like this, aren't you?"

"Mike isn't a kid. If he wants to eat junk food for breakfast, I won't stop him; not unless it starts to interfere with his performance."

"Why let it go that far to begin with? Come on, Leo, live a little! Open the box."

The older turtle sat down in the chair beside him, and stretched to reach the parcel. "I'll make you a deal. I'll open the box, but you can't take all his cereal."

"Can I hide it somewhere else?"

"By all means."

"Cool. Cut it open." Raphael offered him a small knife.

Leonardo was tempted to roll his eyes again. All this fuss over sugary cereal. Sometimes they still act more like they're teenage boys. He freed both edges of the box, and cut the strip down the middle. A surprising pop made him jerk in the chair, and he cried out as the contents of the package exploded in his face. The blue-masked turtle shoved away from the table rapidly, and fiercely rubbed the foamy substance out of his eyes.

Leo heard his brother curse and immediately threw him a menacing look. "If you set me up—"

"No!" Raphael insisted. "Mike tried to set me up!"

Leonardo groaned as he snatched the paper towels off the counter. "Then you didn't know that would happen?"

"If I knew, do you think I woulda sat that close to you?"

Upon closer inspection, he realized that his red-masked brother had been spattered by the exploding shaving cream too, even if he hadn't taken as bad of a hit.

"I had nothing to do with it, Leo, I swear!"

"Okay. I believe you." Leonardo sighed while he headed for the sink. "How's that for a 'good morning?' I should drag his shell out of bed right this minute to come clean up."

"Yeah, you could do that. Or we could just get him back. Mike has it coming to him, and you know it, Fearless."

"The best laid plan doesn't usually involve an immediate counter-strike."

Raphael snorted. "You always wanna bide your time. Instant gratification can be fun, Leo! You never even dealt with him for throwing that mud ball at you."

"That was your fault, just like the stupid box!"

"Bro, Mikey targets me all the time and you happened to be in the line of fire today. Let's do something about it. Let's get him!"

The blue-masked turtle considered it for a moment longer, and then—"All right, I'm in. But you're going to have to let me drive."

"Tell me where we're going first."

"I'm thinking we could take a stroll over to the freezer. It was a bit full last time I checked…maybe we could lighten it up a little."

"You're not talking about trying to cook are you? 'cause burning down the kitchen isn't the revenge I had in mind."

Leonardo's hand flashed, swatting the back of Raphael's head. "No, no cooking, but it would require some heat. I should make sure we have enough milk."

"What do you want milk for?"

"It's part of the master plan."

"I thought we were winging this!"

"Go with me, Raph." Leo strode to the freezer, and grinned when he saw the two large plastic-handled tubs he'd been hoping for. "They haven't even been opened. We can make this work."

Raphael snickered. "It's almost sad to waste it."

"Sacrifices must be made. Can you trust me to melt this down some?"

"Then what do I get to do?"

Leo gave him a smug look. "We need toppings, don't we? Mike isn't the only one in this family who can set a trap."

"I'm liking this side of you, Leo. It's kinda exciting."

"We have to hurry," he urged. "Let's get to work."

Leonardo eyed the two buckets that had been set over the kitchen door and nodded. "It should work."

"It should?" his brother repeated.

"Nothing is guaranteed when you pull something together this fast. That's why I prefer 'biding my time.'"

"You may be hooked on getting him back faster when we're done here."

Leo cast a glance at Raphael's prepared missiles on the counter. "Those things are huge."

"So call him, Leo, and we can have some satisfaction before the ice cream gets too thin."

The blue-masked turtle withdrew his phone. "That would defeat the purpose. I'll call him." Leo hit the speed-dial and waited eagerly.

"Hello?" Mike sounded a little groggy.

"Michelangelo, get up," he snapped. "Your box just blew up on me. Come down here and take care of it."

The orange-masked turtle chuckled. "I didn't figure you'd be the cat that curiosity killed."

"Get down here."

"In a minute, Bro."

Leonardo closed his phone. "He bought it."

"Good. Now we wait." Raphael rubbed his hands together.

Leo joined him by the counter, where they would remain out of harm's way until after the trap had gone off. Roughly 90 seconds past before the door stirred, and Leonardo instantly stiffened. A figure had just enough time to cross under the doorframe for the blue-masked turtle to realize that it wasn't Mike.

"Doc, wait!" he cried uselessly, as half the trap was sprung.

Luke's gasp was the only response Leo received as semi-melted strawberry ice cream cascaded over him. The man tried lunge out of the way and ended up sliding instead. Leonardo cringed as his feet shot out from underneath him and Luke went down with a mighty crash.

Before Leo could move the door swung open wider, and his eyes widened upon seeing his purple-masked brother. "Don, STOP!"

The worthless words were uttered too late to warn his brother about the second half of the trap. The chocolate version hit Donatello like a tidal wave, but it didn't slow him down much. Don skidded so that he ran into the table, but managed to keep his balance.

"Doc! Are you all right?" Donny demanded.

That was when Leo realized that Luke's left leg was curled up underneath him, and his heart skipped a beat. The purple-masked turtle bent down to help him roll over and Leonardo saw the man grimace.

"Ow, ow…" Luke hissed, his limb frozen in what appeared to be an unnatural angle.

"You're hurt – don't try to move, Doc." Don angrily swiped the back of his hand across his forehead catching the ice cream threatening his eyes.

Luke murmured something under his breath that Leonardo couldn't hear, and the blue-masked turtle finally broke out of shock.

"Doc, I'm sorry! It wasn't supposed to be you guys!"

"Well, it was," the man retorted with a soft groan. He waved off Donatello from trying to help him. "You can't do anything in that state. Grab a towel and clean up some."

Don rose from his knees, shooting Leonardo a dirty look.

"We're sorry!" Leo insisted, looking back to find Raphael hovering behind him. "Let us help."

"You'd better," Luke said tightly. "Just…get me off this floor so we can figure out how bad it is."

"To the lab?" Raphael suggested guiltily.

"No, not yet. Let me sit for a minute."

Donny yanked out one of the chairs and turned it around for them, then grabbed an old towel off the table for himself.

"Give me your arm, Doc," Leo told him. "Maybe we should do this together, Raph."

Luke accepted their assistance in rising, and allowed the turtles to bear his weight over to the table. The man moaned softly as he tried to straighten his leg.

"Don't do that, Doc," Leo warned him. He knelt down in front of the man and reached to feel the bones himself.

Luke stopped him with an upraised hand. "Let it be for a moment."

Raphael grabbed another towel off the table and used it to wipe off the man's face. "We're really, really sorry, Doc. We didn't mean this for you guys, and no one was s'pose to get hurt."

Luke shivered with a sigh. "It's not how I planned to start today either."

Raphael bent down farther to continue toweling him off, and then he met Leonardo's gaze with a wince.

"Donny would you grab another towel off the counter when you have a second?" Luke requested.

"Doc, I don't see—"

"Right there beside you."

"Oh, yeah."

Luke's hand fell on Leonardo's shoulder as he breathed through another spasm of pain.

"Are you gonna be okay, Doc?" the red-masked turtle asked nervously.

"Hopefully."

Raphael frowned. "I should get you some ice or something."

Luke's other hand flailed to grab Raphael's arm. "Your brother will get it. Aren't you coming, Donny?"

Leo turned his head to check on his purple-masked brother. "Don…?" He had exactly half of a second to see the pie coming before it smashed in his face hard enough to take his breath away. Raphael's muffled gasp wasn't far behind.

"Geesh, Donny, did I need to spell it out for you?" The strain was gone from Luke's voice, replaced with exasperation.

"Sorry, Doc. I figured out what you meant!"

Leonardo wiped away whipped cream and chocolate with disbelief. "What…Doc? You're not hurt?"

"No, but I could have been."

"Doc!" Raphael thundered. "You scared the shell out of us!"

"Good. Maybe you'll remember how it felt the next time you're planning something like that." Luke relaxed his "injured" leg and ran his fingers through his hair with disgust. "Wasted a perfectly good shower. Do you have any idea how cold that stuff was?"

Leo exchanged another look with Raphael. "We're really sorry, Doc."

Donatello cleared his throat loudly.

"And Don," he added sheepishly. "Guess we should have thought that through a little longer."

"Yeah. Why didn't you?" Raphael retorted.

The blue-masked brother glanced darkly at his partner in crime, but didn't get to speak before his youngest brother nonchalantly entered the room.

Michelangelo stood in the doorway for a few seconds, taking in the carnage. "Whoa. I can't be responsible for all of this."

"Where were you, Shellhead?" Raphael growled.

"A guy can't go to the bathroom without missing a war? Doc, how'd you get sucked in?"

"Just my 'turtle luck,'" the man replied dryly.