The Turtles Watch TMNT Mini Episodes
Okay, I'll admit it: I'm a procrastinator, but I'll never give up the turtles! For those of you who are waiting on an update for Who Are You? Wait, Who Am I?, well, I'm have a bit of writer's block. Don't own the turtles, never will. Let's move on.
Master Splinter was just pouring himself a hot cup of tea when he was interrupted by his youngest son running into the kitchen.
"Help me!" Michelangelo shrieked, trying fruitlessly to hide behind his father. Splinter sighed, lamenting over the fact that he would have to drink cold tea after separating his youngest sons once again.
"What is it this time, my son?" He asked wearily.
"Mikey," Raphael stormed into the room, "You betta not tell Splint-oh, hey, Sensei," Raphael grinned sheepishly at Splinter, who raised a furry eyebrow questioningly.
"Is there anything you wish to tell me?" Splinter asked, gazing at his two other sons standing in the doorway.
"No," Mikey said, "Except that Leo's been touching me in places that make me feel uncomfortable, and Raph got beat up by a hooker."
Splinter opened his mouth, before shaking his head. There were some things he was better off not knowing. "Teenagers," he muttered under his breath, "If all of you can behave, I am going to watch Gossip Girls."
"Just tell Leo to keep his hands to himself," Mikey piped up, as Splinter walked passed them. Leo elbowed his little brother in the side, as their father mumbled something about how he wouldn't have this problem with girls. The four brothers quickly gobbled down some leftover pizza, and then hurried back to the computer.
"How about this one," Leo asked, "Aerial Assault Training."
"Airy what who?" Mikey asked stupidly, scratching his head.
"Just hit play, Don," Raphael sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Wait!" Mikey yelled, as the title came on the screen, "Hit pause."
"Now what?" Don said irritably, reluctantly stopping the video.
"Look at us standing there," Mikey said, "Why is Leo in the front?"
"Because I'm the leader," Leo said casually, as if that explained everything, "Well, I am." He added haughtily, trying to ignore the glares he was receiving.
"Just hit play before Leo's big head falls off," Raphael growled.
"Lookie, a trampoline!" Mikey exclaimed, "Can I-"
"No," The older turtles said simultaneously.
Leo bounced from the trampoline, as he attempted to hit a pipe above him with his katanas.
"You run like a goober, Leo," Mikey stated, as the cartoon Leo ran off-screen.
Mikey jumped up, his nunchucks swinging wildly, missing the pipe by several feet. Don approached, watching his brothers curiously.
" Uh, what are you guys doing?" he asked, as Mikey landed gracefully beside his brother.
"Aerial assault training," Mikey said, as Raphael tried to hit the pipe, "We're seeing who has the ninja skills to nail that pipe way up there." He pointed to where Leo was trying once again. Only missing the pipe by a few inches, Leo dropped beside Don.
"Wanna give it a go?" he asked.
Don let out a snort, as the other Don looked doubtfully at the pipe overhead.
"What?" Leo asked, wondering why Don was looking amused.
"You'll see," Don smiled to himself.
Leo exchanged a nervous glance with his two other brothers before turning back to the video. It was never a good sign when Don had that gleam in his eyes. It usually meant someone was going to end up looking stupid.
"Um, no thanks," Don said.
"Oh, lemee guess," Raphael said sarcastically, after another near miss, "It's not intellectually stimulating enough for ya."
"What?" Raphael snapped, as Leo, Don, and Mikey stared at him in shock.
"You just said 'intellectually stimulating'," Leo said, his voice filled with awe.
"So I'm not smart enough to say stuff like that?" Raphael growled, "You think I'm stupid?"
"Of course not, Raph," Leo said in what he hoped was a soothing voice.
"Spell 'intellictantly stimugating'," Mikey snorted.
"Ya know what I can spell," Raphael rounded on Mikey, "'Freakin' moron!'"
"That's not it," Don replied.
"Too childish, then?" Raphael said, as behind him, Leo made another attempt, "Beneath you?"
"Of course not," Don answered, watching Mikey leap up again.
"Oh, I get it," Raphael grunted, "You've gotta fix a computer or somethin'."
"That reminds me, Don, you need to fix the toaster," Mikey said.
"Did you get a fork stuck in it again?" Don asked, briefly wondering why they allowed Mikey to handle anything sharp.
"I had to get my toaster strudel," Mikey whined childishly.
"No, Raph," Don replied, starting to sound impatient.
"Then what is it?" Raphael growled, hitting his palm with a clenched fist.
"That pipe is the city's main raw sewage conduit," Don answered informatively.
Everyone jumped as Don burst out laughing. "This is gonna be good!" He gasped in between breaths.
"Crap," Leo muttered, finally understanding Don's unusual behavior.
"Exactly," Don chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye.
"What?" Raphael asked, as Mikey also looked confused.
In a single, swift movement, Leo brought his katanas down, and the pipe finally burst with a loud clang, sending a torrent of brown waste down directly on Raphael.
"Yikes!"
"I hope your mouth wasn't open, dude," Mikey laughed, as Leo covered his mouth in an attempt to muffle his chuckles.
"You know that means you two were also hit," Don smirked.
"Look what you did, Leo," Mikey said irritably, looking in disgust at the two turtles sitting in a puddle of waste, as Don backed away from the stream still pouring steadily on Raphael.
"Urgh, he slimed me!" Mikey moaned.
"Ew, ew, eww!" Leo gasped in complete repulsion.
"Bleh," Raphael shuddered, "Now that's a good reason."
"Do we have a pipe like that?" Leo asked, not entirely sure if he wanted to know the answer.
"Yeah," Don replied breathlessly, still not completely recovered from his laughing fit, "In the living room."
"Anyone else wanna take a whack at it?" Mikey asked.
So that's it for now. I'm thinking about doing Knit Fit or Feel the Twirl next. Should Splinter be with them? Let me know, and be sure to check out the poll on my profile.