Glue

"Explain yourselves. Now." demanded Master Splinter to three of his sons, as they gathered in the bathroom of the lair.

Splinter had been in bed, sound asleep when his sharp hearing had picked up the sounds of mischief coming from within their home. He might have ignored it, had he not distinctly heard the sound of one turtle's pleads being dramatically cut off. The noise having woken him anyway he decided it was best to see what was going on before any of his sons could damage the lair, or each other.

He had however not expected to find Raphael and Donatello standing in the bathroom admiring their handiwork, of Michelangelo hanging from the ceiling. His orange banded son appeared to be suspended from the ceiling by boots he was wearing, whilst his arms were tied behind his shell with duct tape, a piece of which was covering his mouth. Despite Michelangelo's obvious panic at his predicament the rat couldn't help but wonder how his sons had managed it.

Although curious to know what on earth had possessed his children to stick their brother to the ceiling, tiredness and frustration at his sons for their irrational behaviour didn't make for a very happy Father. Was it that much to ask they keep their strange behaviour to daylight hours? It was with some relief however that Splinter noted Leonardo didn't seem to be involved with his brothers' antics this time. Deciding to leave Michelangelo as he was for the time being, Splinter had directed his request for an explanation to his other two sons. Neither of which looked particularly bothered by their behaviour.

Raphael looked like justice had been served, and Donatello simply looked curiously at his younger orange clad brother who was clearly wondering why they hadn't taken him down yet.

"I'm waiting" snapped Splinter as his tail lashed on the ground. After quickly glancing at each other Raphael shrugged and began his explanation.

"Mikey set up a prank that ended with my Sai blades glued together" growled Raphael who was still clearly annoyed with his younger brother "and he glued the door to Donnie's lab shut."

"I wouldn't have noticed until morning but I went to put a book back in my lab when I couldn't get the door open" cut in Donatello who also seemed unimpressed with his brother.

"So you decided to take revenge on Michelangelo?" questioned Splinter

With a shrug Raphael confirmed his theory "We figured since he seemed to like glue so much, he could hang here till morning."

"How did you do it?" the rat couldn't help but wonder out loud. At this point Michelangelo was getting more agitated at his predicament and that he didn't have the chance to give his side of the story.

"Well, me and Raph decided we had to do something to get back at Mikey so Raph held him down with the duct tape while I wrestled some old boots onto his feet. Then it was a simple matter of using superglue and hanging him from the ceiling" finished Donatello with a smirk.

After taking a minute to process exactly what his sons had been doing the rat sighed and decided to get his over with quickly.

"Take your brother down and then go to bed. Michelangelo with remove the glue from your weapons Raphael, and your door Donatello in the morning, before he reports to me for extra meditation. Whilst you two will clean this bathroom from top to bottom. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sensei" answered Raphael and Donatello, while Michelangelo nodded furiously from his spot on the ceiling.

Donatello decided it was best to simply untie the shoes to get Michelangelo down and to unstuck the boots in the morning. Michelangelo was relieved to be down from the ceiling and had immediately dropped to his knees complaining about his brothers' unfair treatment of him and their disrespect for his wonderful pranks.

Master Splinter however was in no mood for more trouble and quickly sent all three to bed. The rat master decided to make use of the bathroom himself since he was up and as he sat down on the seat it occurred to him that Leonardo had not reported any pranks being pulled on him. Unfortunately Splinter had already sat down at this point and unwittingly fallen into the trap set for his early rising son, Leonardo. Glue on the toilet seat.

"Michelangelo!"