A/N: Okay, so this little drabble popped into my head in-between prompt requests, so I had to get out! It's a turtle tot drabble, hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it :D

Special thanks to my beta Ravenshell and to Sewersurfin82 for the turtle tot inspiration!

New Toy

Donatello laughs and coos with the turtle beside him. Splinter brought him and the freckled turtle beside him a furry teddy bear. It's warm and fuzzy just like the big rat and it makes him feel happy and safe as he cuddles his face in its cushiony belly. The small turtle does not know Splinter by name yet, and he often forgets what Splinter calls the other three turtles that look like him, but he knows they are a consistent part of his small world.

Let's play!

The cheerful sound from the bear's tummy elicits a gurgling giggle from the baby turtle as he sucks on two of his fingers. The freckled turtle beside him babbles wildly, taking the fascinating toy back from him. The baby turtle didn't mind though. Splinter showed them how to play together. He had a turn to play with the toy and then after a few minutes it was the freckled turtle's turn. Splinter called it 'sharing'. Sometimes the freckled turtle takes too long with his turn, but Donatello doesn't mind. When he reaches and flexes his fingers for it, the freckled turtle always gives it back with a drooly smile.

"Aaaarrrgh!...Na!"

"Mi, mi, miiiiiiiii!"

The shrieking sound immediately takes the little turtle's attention away from the teddy being shaken by the freckled turtle and to the two other turtles a few feet away from them. Those turtles scream and babble as they play an angry tug of war with a toy train. Donatello doesn't like it when they are loud and angry. They are loud and angry a lot.

"Leonardo! Raphael!" Splinter's voice is sharp as he pulls the train away from both turtles. "No pinching, Leonardo!...Raphael, no!...Do not bite! You are brothers. Brothers do not hurt one another."

Brothers…Yes, that was the word Splinter used when he talked about the fighting turtles and the freckle-faced turtle beside him. They were called 'brothers.'

"I have little to give you, so you must share. See how nicely your brothers share and play together?" Splinter motions his hand to him and his 'brother'. As if on cue, the happy turtle beside him shoves the stuffed bear into his peripheral vision. Gingerly taking the bear with the hand he isn't currently sucking on, he plops it between his legs, pressing its belly.

You're my best friend!

He presses the bear firmly in its furry center again, eliciting another fun-loving phrase. There is something hard inside and he wonders what it could be. Could it be the cause of the wonderful noise that makes him happy in his little chest? He has to know!...But how is he going to get inside the bear?

A small thread near the bear's chest catches his attention. Taking hold of the dangling string with chubby baby fingers, he pulls and it gets longer. His eyes light up with innocent curiosity as he pulls and pulls and suddenly fluffy white stuff flows out like popcorn! He feels the cottony texture of the stuffing, but doesn't dwell on it long, because he's on a mission; a mission to find the happy noise. Deciding this is a 'two-hand' job, his fingers leave his mouth with a resounding 'pop' as he commences to pull handful after handful of the fluffy stuffing from the toy bear.

His freckly brother whines beside him, distraught at the destruction of their precious toy, but Donatello continues plunder and dig into the bellows of the bear until his little fingers clasp around something small and round. Pulling his prize from the disemboweled bear, Donatello holds the small button-shaped object in his hands. He presses the button and his eyes widen with accomplishment and glee when the button recites another phrase of delight to him.

However, his joy is short-lived as the happy noise is clumsily plucked from his fingers. He turns in shock to find his brother gibbering and drooling as he presses the button several times before plopping it into his mouth. His cheeks puff out as bites and chews creating playful sounds in his mouth. Donatello stares in horror with teary eyes as his brother giggles and chews happily on his happy noise. Maybe he will give it back when he's finished; maybe his brother will share. That's what Splinter says they should do….share.

However, that hope of 'sharing' is quickly destroyed by two syllables.

"Uh-oh." When his brother says 'uh-oh', it's always a bad thing. Michelangelo smacks his lips together several times while gaping his mouth open and shut. Donatello stares straight into his mouth. Where was his happy noise?

Donatello wastes no time sticking his hand in his brother's mouth. He wants his happy noise! At such a painful intrusion into his mouth, his brother screams as fat tears roll down his face.

"Donatello, no!" Splinter snatches his brother—and his happy noise—away from him. He was so focused on his other 'brothers' that he did not see the teddy bear massacre take place. "You are hurting your brother!" The little turtle whimpers as he sucks on his fingers again. He grips the leg of the teddy bear with his other hand, waving it with purpose at Splinter as stuffing falls everywhere.

A strange look of understanding crosses the older rat's features as he looks at the baby turtle crying in the crook of his arm. "Michelangelo, did you eat something you should not have?"

"Uh-oh." Michelangelo cries pitifully, leaning his head against Splinter's shoulder. "Go bye-bye."

"What went 'bye-bye', little one?"

His question was answered with a single hiccup.

Let's play!

Splinter's eyes widen in astonishment as he looks from the pile of teddy bear innards to the equally as shocked Michelangelo, putting two and two together.

Splinter and Michelangelo both look at the latter's plastron. Fright immediately forgotten at the sound coming from his stomach, Michelangelo giggles causing another hiccup and happy little jingle to play from the toddler. Splinter sighs, gently patting the turtle's tummy. "I suppose you shall have a surprise for me in a few hours." The rat could have sworn he saw a facetious twinkle in his bright blue eyes. He checks Michelangelo over once more, his poking and fatherly prodding only causing additional bouts of laughter from the freckled turtle. Splinter looks down at Donatello who is still staring teary-eyed at the turtle in his arms. "Do not worry, Donatello, your brother is unharmed." Still sucking fervently on his fingers, Donatello grabs up at Michelangelo with his free hand. Seeing his desire for his brother, Splinter gently sits Michelangelo beside him. Donatello immediately crawls over to Michelangelo. For a moment, Splinter is warmed by such an instinctual concern for his brother...until Donatello pokes Michelangelo's stomach.

"Hm…I am glad to see you were concerned for your brother's well-being. Splinter's dry wit is completely lost to Donatello as he waves his hand excitedly at the muffled sounds coming from the freckled turtle's tummy. The gap-toothed turtle is elated by the sound of his happy noise. He looks into the face of the bright green turtle to see a big toothy smile on his freckly face. For some reason this also makes Donatello happy. There is a moment of silence between the toddlers before another hiccup jars Michelangelo.

I love you!

Donnie coos excitedly around the two finger in his mouth while poking his brothers tummy again. Michelangelo bounces on his bottom emitting more glorious sounds and phrases until he tumbles over on his carapace giggling, babbling, and hiccupping happily. Donatello follows suit, scooting toward him joyfully patting his brother's plastron. He thinks he understands what 'brother' means now. It means having a new toy!

FIN

A/N: I think I'm becoming a fan of writing turtle tots...they're just so *cute*, lol. Leave a review, let me know what you think! Next request coming up is "A-team vs. B-team" ;D