A-team vs. B-team
A/N: Wow, feels like forever since I posted a drabble! I have to admit, this was a tough prompt to write a drabble for! Everything I brainstormed seemed so boring, I almost gave up this prompt, then I had an 'ah-ha' moment! This drabble is actually a nod to the prank mentioned in my story 'Logic of the Soul' that both Leo and Raph fearfully refer to as the 'bathroom fiasco' prank. Now I will note that in Logic of the Soul the prank is called the 'Bathroom Fiasco of '06' which would make the boys around six, HOWEVER, they are actually thirteen in this drabble, so please pardon the time discrepancy. I will more than likely edit that wording in LotS. Alright, with that cleared up let's take a trip down memory lane...
P.S. Big thanks to Ravenshell for her awesome beta skills. I made a few additions after she sent it back. Didn't want to bug her again about the insertions I added, so if you see errors chalk it up to me, not her ;)
"But it's our turn!" Mikey shrills as he reaches to grab the game controller from Raph's other hand which is just out of his reach.
"Back off, puke-face!" Using his foot, Raph shoves Mikey away sending him sprawling to the floor of the pit right at Donnie feet.
"You guys, that isn't fair at all!" Donnie huffs in a voice stuck somewhere between child and adolescent. He looks expectantly at his oldest brother. "Leo?"
Unfortunately, Leo was only the 'fair' brother when Sensei was around. With Master Splinter out scavenging, Leo was being just as big a jerk as Raph. "Sorry, Donnie, but Raph beat you at arm wrestling fair and square. No do-overs." Leo explains in his annoyingly fake adult voice as he grabs a hidden game disc from under the couch cushion.
"It was completely unnecessary to hold an arm wrestling match, when it was our turn anyway…. at least it would've been before Raph broke the gaming console!" Donnie argues as he offers Mikey a hand up.
"Yeah!" Mikey pipes in with a pout.
In a gaming rage, Raphael managed to damage the motherboard of the console by slamming his fist into it…. coincidentally right before it was Donnie and Mikey's turn to play. Since they were not allowed to go topside, they were forced to wait for Master Splinter to bring back the hodge-podge pieces Donnie required over the course of two weeks in order to fix it. With a promise to let Mikey and him play with the game console, Donnie fixed it with little to no trouble at all.
However, that so-called promise had a clause of 'arm wrestling' that was not stated in the early agreement. Donnie didn't stand a chance in an arm wrestling match against Raph. Heck, the red-band turtle's bicep was nearly the size of Donnie's head! Donatello's lanky arm bent like a palm tree in a tsunami after a five second match with Raph's meaty arm.
"Don't be such a sore loser, Don. Not my fault you're a scrawny lightweight."
"I am not!" The squeaky crack of his thirteen-year-old voice was not helping to prove his point.
"I am not!" Raph mimicks, "You sound like a girly Darth Vader." He says with a smirk before turning his attention to the introduction screen of the game. Raphael's voice reached a balanced baritone weeks before his brothers with Leonardo's close behind. Michelangelo's voice was still light, not quite ready to let go of its preteen tone just yet. Donatello's voice was a scratchy and awkward radio wave that pitched and plummeted at any given moment.
"Maybe if you would have picked a more intellectually stimulating competition I would have had a fair chance at winning." Donnie crosses his arms over his plastron standing conceitedly over Raph.
"You callin' me stupid?" Raph sizes him up from his seated position on the couch, unimpressed by his younger brother's brainy babbling.
"Well, if the dunce hat fits…"
"You got something to say, egg head?" Raph growls as he tightens his grip the game controller.
"I just did, meat head. Try to keep up. It's no fun insulting you when you don't even comprehend the jabs."
"You scrawny little worm, I oughta—"
"Knock it off, you guys," Leo orders as he selects his zombie slayer character on the screen, "Look, we won and that's that…. Plus we're older, so it's kind of a seniority thing anyway…. like a…. like an unwritten older brother code."
"Oh, nice one!" Raph smirks, the previous accumulating rage trumped by older brother cool points. He fist bumps Leo as they start level one.
Donnie huffs indignantly, "There's no such thing, you just made that up!"
"Are you sure? Maybe you should go check in one of your know-it-all books… it's probably beside a huge book called 'Pain in the Shell Little Brothers: The Nerd and Idiot Edition.'"
Licking his lips, Leo unsuccessfully tries to hide the smirk on his face. He clears his throat and attempts to smooth over Raph's remark. "We'll let you play when we're finished."
"You just wanna play that zombie game that Sensei says we're not allowed to play." Mikey spills the obvious like a can of beans. "If you don't let us play, we'll tell Sensei!"
"Then we won't be able to play it," Donnie deadpans as Leo and Raph snicker at the naïve comment. Clutching his fists at his sides he bites back a sassy remark, knowing it will only result in Raph giving him a shell wedgie before beating him to a pulp. "C'mon, Mikey. Let's find something else to do." Donnie glares at the back of his brothers' heads as they become completely immersed in slaying a screen full of zombies.
"Later, dorks!" Raph calls over his shoulder while leaning into the movements of his game character.
Reluctantly, Mikey pouts even more as he trails after Donnie, heading for the lab.
Donatello sighs as he pulls out his chemistry kit and starts aimlessly stirring and mixing. He hates being stuck down here all the time, especially when his older brothers are being class-A jerks. Now he was stuck with Mikey. He looks up to see his younger brother running across his lab pushing his rolling chair before jumping on top of it and riding it like an office furniture surfboard before promptly crashing into the garage door. Donnie winces at the sudden impact.
"I'm okay…. ow." Rolling his eyes, Don flops down with a squeak into another office chair. At least he could keep an eye on him in here, because an unseen Mikey always means trouble. Why did he always get stuck watching Mikey? He hated the way Leo and Raph always singled him out and still treated him like a kid even though he was smarter than both those shell-heads put together. He was nothing more than a glorified baby-sitter for Mikey, always left out of their secret older brother talks that he wasn't 'cool' enough to be a part of.
A bump to the back of his chair makes him spin around questioningly only to find Mikey spinning lazily in the other chair, stretching and compressing a metal coil in his hands. "Dude, I hate to 'spring' this on you, but I'm totally bored."
Donnie smirked at the corny pun before rummaging through his tool box. Okay, Mikey wasn't all that bad to hang out with. He was the only one who appreciated his love for clever word play.
He sticks a few wires in the back of his mask before turning to face Mikey again. It looked like three metal antennas were sticking out of his head. "Really?...I'm actually pretty wired myself." Giggles and snorts of laugh fill the lab as they toss around a few more puns before boredom seeps in once again.
Laughter and screeching zombies could be heard from the common room causing the younger siblings to slip into glum and envious moods.
"It's not fair, Donnie. It was our turn and they just took it like they always do with cool stuff we get." Mikey was right. Since they turned thirteen, Leo and Raph were starting to be extremely arrogant, self-entitled pricks. Maybe it was hormones. Unfortunately for Donnie, the puberty fairy ran out of 'alpha' hormones and decided to give him long gangly arms and legs, and the voice of a goose.
Usually Donnie let his older brothers' attitudes just roll off his shell like water off, well, a turtle's shell. However, he was starting to get fed up with how they were treating him and Mikey, like they were some kind of second-class siblings. Someone needed to knock them off their self-proclaimed pedestals.
"I completely agree, Mikey. They should be taught a lesson in the proper way to treat younger siblings."
"We're gonna prank 'em, aren't we?"
"Yep."
Mikey fist pumps the air. He loved pulling pranks, but he knew this prank would be awesome with Donnie's mad scientist brain at work! "What's the plan, bruh?" Mikey asks propping his chin up with his fists as he leans over the lab table.
Donnie leans smartly over the lab table dropping his squeaky voice to audible whisper, "We need vinegar, baking soda, magnesium citrate…" More whispering transpires as the two younger brothers put their heads together in a tight huddle.
Mikey bounces excitedly in his seat, barely able to contain his giggles. "This prank is going to be sooooo awesome! …And I've got the perfect name…."
FIN
A/N: I have a feelings thing are about to get ugly...really ugly, lol. Well, there's a glimpse at what started this legendary prank ;) Next prompt coming up is "Donnie overly exhausted by working" by Turtle Lover 101. As always leave a review and a prompt if like :)
Thanks for reading!
Poetique