The Turtles Watch TMNT Mini Episodes
A/N: (walks out sheepishly) So what to say after two years? Actually a day before two years. I always hated it when people would take years to update, but writer's block and real life do get in the way. Yes, I'm still working on my other TMNT story, though I'm completely stuck on When Forever Ends. And I still plan on writing the other stories on my profile. Enough of my rambling.
"Let's watch 'Feel the Twirl' next," Leo said, pointing at the small picture beside the video title, "It has Master Splinter in it."
"That sounds dirty," Mikey sniggered, as Raphael let out a sharp snort, "Let's all feel the twirl!"
"With Master Splinter?" Leo asked, raising an eye ridge at his youngest brother.
"Eww, that's gross, Leo!" Mikey exclaimed, making a gagging sound as he backed away from Leo, "Geez, first you get handsy with me, and now you want to get all kinky-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Michelangelo," Leo said sternly, trying to give off a sense of authority, which was weakened by his other brothers chuckling beside him.
Don decided to go ahead and play the video before things got out of hand. For once Mikey didn't sing the short theme song, for fear of angering his already irritated older brother. However, that didn't stop him from humming along.
"Very good, my sons," Master Splinter said, while each of the turtles whirled their weapons around them, "The heart of weaponry is an invaluable technique for fending off attacks of all types."
"Yeah, it's Splinter!" Mikey cheered, "and they even got his wise, mystical vibe down."
"And he's gonna bring his vibe here, if ya don't shut up," Raphael said in a peeved tone.
"You know," Leo said thoughtfully, "that's not a bad idea. We should try that technique during our next training session."
"You just wanna feel the twirl," Raphael grumbled, earning a series of giggles from Mikey.
"You should talk," Leo shot back at Raphael, "Look how your spinning your sai like you're a rock star."
"What's yer point, Fearless?" Raphael snapped, his face started to turn the same shade of red as his mask.
"Will you two shut up?" Don asked impatiently, "Some of us are trying to watch this."
"You must feel the twirl," Splinter said, pacing in front of his sons.
"Dude, he said 'feel the twirl'," Mikey said, a grin spreading across his face.
"Can you pretend to be normal for one second?" Leo groaned, feeling his blood pressure rising with each passing moment.
"What's the fun in that?" His little brother snickered mischievously.
"It's like talking to a sock puppet," Leo sighed exasperatedly, starting to regret not being an only child.
"I like sock puppets," Mikey replied in a matter-of- fact tone.
"Guys, I can't hear Master Splinter speaking," Don said, turning up the volume on the speakers.
"Excellent, Michelangelo," Splinter said, stopping in front of Mikey, who was spinning his nun-chucks with a blank expression on his face. "I've never seen you so focused, so calm, so... hypnotized!" He exclaimed in shock, as Mikey groaned, his eyes spinning like pinwheels, drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth.
"Not cool!" Mikey complained, pouting as his older brothers burst into laughter, "I would never hypnotize myself with my own weapons. Why do all these videos make me look like an idiot?"
"That's the pot calling the kettle black," Don smirked, trying unsuccessfully to stifle his grin.
Don, Leo, and Raphael looked on, each of them wearing devious expressions on their faces.
"You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" Raphael asked Leo, who let out an evil laugh.
"Leo's joined the dark side!" Mikey cried.
The scene changes to Leo ringing a bell in the living room while Don slurps a drink from a crazy straw and Raphael lounges on the couch. Mikey marches stiffly into the room, still spinning his nun-chucks; only now, he's carrying a platter of sandwiches and wearing an apron that says 'Kiss the Cook'.
"Gee, guys," Don said, straightening up and placing his coconut drink on the table, "It's been over three hours; he must be getting tired."
"Why don't we ask 'em," Raphael replied, his feet propped on the table and his hands resting behind his head, "Hey, Mikey, ya tired?"
"I am not tired," Leo whispered in Mikey's ears.
Mikey merely scowled and crossed his arms as his cartoon self repeated Leo in a monotone voice.
"Great, I could use some pretzels," Don said brightly.
"And some more of those pigs in blankets," Splinter said, suddenly appearing out of nowhere.
Mikey let out a sigh of relief, thinking he was safe as there was only silence. "So, who's up for a game of Scrabble?" He asked, his voice rising in fake enthusiasm.
"Okay, Mikey," Don said slowly, "but I'm going to turn my chair around really slowly. I know how spinning things affect you."
Well, so much for that, Mikey thought wearily as another round of laughter filled the air. He never should have stopped watching that gopher skateboarding.
I should have the next chapter up either later today or tomorrow. By the way, I'm thinking of changing my username; I'm kind of over it. I suck at choosing names.